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[ top ] Commentary [ top ] Peter Sirr, review of The History of Rain, in Irish Literary Supplement (Fall 1994): thoughtfully constructed and unfussily articulated blocks of reflection. [ top ] Bernard ODonoghue, A Heritage in Excellent Heart, review of Conor OCallaghan, Fiction [inter al.], in The Irish Times (18 June 2005), Weekend, p.10: In 1993 Adam Thorpe saluted Conor OCallaghans The History of Rain, his first book of poems, published when he was 25, as displaying an extraordinarily mature and exact voice which promises really great things. Seatown, with its mythopoeic inventiveness, confirmed this judgment, and now Fiction enhances OCallaghans reputation and is further proof of his versatile virtuosity. The concerns of the earlier books were very evident: they took a balanced central place between past and future, watching history being made, in the Mahon-like The Gate Lodge for example. There was more traditional Irish myth-making in Johnny and The Good Room. And most eye-catchihg was the caustic, raunchy wit of a poem like The Oral Tradition. / These circus animals are all put through their paces again in Fiction. (See full text, infra.) [ top ] Quotations East: Give me a dreary eastern town that isnt vaguely romantic / where moon and stars are lost in the lights of the grehound track. (Quoted by Edna Longley, reviewing Selina Guinness, ed., The New Irish Poets, Bloodaxe 2004, in The Irish Times, 16 Oct. 2004, p.10.) Longley calls it a brilliant attack on the persistent Celtic Twilight motifs. [ top ] The Dalkey Eleven: Conor OCallaghan recalls the lengths he once went to for a game of cricket, in Irish Times Magazine (16 July 2005): In 1990 OCallaghan and others joined a club in North Dublin which had been founded in 1888. [...] The godfathers of the local republican movement circulated a leaflet around the les salubrious housing estates, warning residents that crickets black magic was being practised in their midst. A home from home became an inevitability. / The ground is at the very top of that flat plateau just above the Naul. On a good day you could see both the Sugarloaf and the Mournes from the wicket. The tearoom had two long tables and a jungle of ivy had colonised the ceiling [...] We were, we convinced ourselves, picking the pockets of the south Dublin elite. Mostly, opponents were regular Micks like ourselves. But just when that myth seemed about to come unstuck, convertibles and 4x4s trickled through our gate and their occupants sniffed our outfield with the imperious contempt of aristocracy in exile. The captain of the fourth XI of one Sandymount club even referred to us as Ballygobackwards. Mentions a radio commentary on the club with Dick Warner for RTE. (p.8.) [ top ] Relishing: OCallaghan writes, Ive been relishing Paul Durcans The Art of Living (Harvill). Durcan is an authentic original and his new collection is smaller and lonelier than anything he has ... (See Rosita Boland, The books year: who read what in 2004.) [ top ] Poetic diaspora: But, apart from the practicality of that, I found being in Ireland increasingly claustrophobic [...] There was a bigger world of poetry happening out there, and I wanted to get nearer it. I found the Irish poetry scene very incestuous and introverted. / I suppose where home was an unspoken given in earlier work, now I do write about feeling marooned between cultures. You leave and never fully reach the other side, and there is really no way back.[...; Leaving Ireland] has made my poems much freer and my line much longer. I honestly believe its a question of geography. In Ireland, where space is at a premium, we write tight little lines. In the US, where you can drive six hours due west and still be in the same bloody state, they write lines so long that you feel as if you'd have to build an extension on your house to accommodate them. I think the experience of living abroad has made my poems a fraction more experimental. (Quoted in Rosita Boland, What Daffodils were to Wordsworth, Drains and Backstreet Pubs are to Me [interviews with diaspora poets], in The Irish Times, 12 March 2011, Weekend, p.11. [ top ] |