I love that closing line, "Loneliness had to be learned"
@paddy207020 күн бұрын
Lovely reading of a beautiful poem, Terry.
@michaelj.whelan728121 күн бұрын
Wonderful poem and reading by Paula
@davidodwyer9240Ай бұрын
lovely poem.
@user-ol6kk2mc1nАй бұрын
The burger-eaters at McD's Are no lighter on their feet Than the crispy chicken-eaters at KFC
@333Nietzsche2 ай бұрын
Wonderful poem.
@susankelly59762 ай бұрын
Thanks ❤
@greyflaneur3 ай бұрын
Another great Irish poet. Interesting life.
@kausamsalam85433 ай бұрын
So lovely. Thank you for such a fine recitation.
@blueskyearthkrish71343 ай бұрын
❤️
@sweetgoose4 ай бұрын
I found Gails work from the poetry unbound podcast. She is such a great crafter of stories
@liberty131004 ай бұрын
Great explanation of community
@maureene.mulvihill19185 ай бұрын
Thank you, Gabriel, pleased to see you 'in action' and to hear -- to hear! -- Irish spoken by one of Modern Ireland's important living poets. Maureen E. Mulvihill / Princeton Research Forum, NJ.
@flythrough5 ай бұрын
Hi,I am a student and was searching for few poems of McGukian but didn't find anywhere hope you could help the poem include Tulips, sofa and Mr.Gregors Garden. By the way just accidentally reached here but you sound really good...keep going
@andrewevzona28765 ай бұрын
The Greatest Steeplechase Ever Run is a poem written by Andrew Evzona on 27th November 2018 It was a sunny Saturday 7th March 1964 The stage was set for the Cheltenham Gold Cup race There were only four horses lining up to take part As the two greatest ever seen came face to face Both aged seven, Arkle and Mill House their names Ireland and England's equine heroes ,most certainly They had met at Newbury just four months before When Mill House prevailed ,though Arkle slipped unluckily Mill House was the odds on favourite to oblige The reigning champion's team would not hear of defeat Pas Seul and Kings Nephew completed the field As they set off, we were on the edge of our seat As usual, Mill House,"the big horse" led the way round With Arkle stalking him ,right behind, no mistake Willie Robinson and Pat Taaffe playing cat and mouse While the other pair were soon trailing in their wake The speed the pair raced at was incredible for sure Over three and a quarter miles and fences twenty two As they approached the home turn, the commentator said "They are both going great guns",it is true Suddenly, Arkle accelerated like an E-type Jag As they powered to jump the fence which was the last He was quickly three lengths ahead ,and, asserting There was no way Mill House would get past To a crescendo of cheers, Arkle proved to be the best Finishing five lengths ahead at the line With a further twenty five back to ,previous winner, Pas Seul We had just seen the greatest of all time
@andrewevzona28765 ай бұрын
Arkle is a poem written by Andrew Evzona on 2nd June 2020 Arkle, just the mere name conjures up the magic So sad that his career ended in a manner so tragic He was born in Meath ,Ireland, on 19th April 1957 And on 30th May 1970, he left us and went to heaven It is true, he was really named after a Scottish mountain He began to race and thrill the public again and again His owner was Anne, who was Duchess of Westminster His jockey Pat Taaffe, and, his trainer Tom Dreaper He was so nimble on his feet ,and, he never fell Could he be the greatest ever chaser, time would tell There was excitement in the air, as, all talk was of Mill House England's champion, they were set to meet as cat and mouse Their first clash in 1963 at Newbury, Mill House easily won Though Arkle had landed in a divot, and ,his race was run Pat told the winning jockey ,that, he'd never beat him again The Cheltenham Gold Cup was the stage to revenge the pain And, so they met on Saturday 7th March 1964 An army of fans for both champions, and, what a roar! Mill House set the pace ,with, Arkle ready for the test Only two others competed, looking for third place at best The pair were far ahead, as they approached the final jump Pat Taaffe confident, and, ready to play his decisive trump One kick, and, he was away, as Arkle powered up the hill Arkle was the new champion, it had been such a thrill He dominated for three years, as, nothing could get near The only way he'd lose was if his weight was too severe Won twenty two out of twenty six ,and, was placed in the other four Broke the track record at Sandown by seventeen seconds for sure His career ended abruptly, aged 9, when he cracked a pedal bone On 27th December 1966 at Kempton, he was out in front alone Sadly, Dormant caught him ,only, just before the winning line Could he ever recover fully, and, was there enough time? It wasn't meant to be, and, he had run his final race He still appeared at many venues, put a smile on peoples face He was referred to as "Himself", the greatest racehorse ever seen His skeleton remains at the National Stud, Arkle ,everyones dream
@lavinablossom14855 ай бұрын
Wonderful poem--the feeling expressed, the rhythms & sounds making music.
@chickenpea1115 ай бұрын
Brilliant. Thank you for sharing.
@paddy20705 ай бұрын
I need to get that collection.
@paddy20705 ай бұрын
Love the imagery
@paddy20705 ай бұрын
Yes, great sequence - I must revisit that collection
@paddy20705 ай бұрын
Ahh, so lovely. You dad calls again.
@paddy20705 ай бұрын
I remember reading that poem when the collection came out and was really touched by it. Same now listening to you reading it. Beautiful. Thank you Sean.
@NathanielDoherty5 ай бұрын
Thank you for continuing this series.
@marianhobson-vu9eb5 ай бұрын
wonderful. The only poem which was a bit of my life, rather than a beautiful comment on the experience
@UncleKlausSchwab6 ай бұрын
Traitor
@artcoffey6 ай бұрын
Hello Catherine, thank you for taking the story of the "Black Cross" to another level of awareness in the history of the Monto. I very much appreciate you mentioning my name and the connection between myself and the Cross. My great grandmother, Margaret Carroll, was not the one that struck the vital blow with the poker, it was her sister, Annie McLoughlin. Annie ran two brothels back to back and Margaret helped her to run both establishments. In 2017 I published a book on this story, "A Murder in the Monto"....Martin Coffey
@catherineanncullen2 ай бұрын
Martin, thank you so much for the information. I will seek out that book! Was Margaret involved in the fracas at all? I seem to remember that Terry Fagan mentioned that she was but perhaps I was mistaken.
@artcoffey2 ай бұрын
@@catherineanncullen yes, she was. She was responsible for stealing everything out of his pockets while he lay dying on the ground outside the brothel...
@catherineanncullen2 ай бұрын
@@artcoffey Thank you! I will have to tweak future versions of the poem! They certainly led interesting lives!
@artcoffeyАй бұрын
@@catherineanncullen She didn't wield the weapon but involved she was...
@artcoffeyАй бұрын
@@catherineanncullen being from Drogheda, would you possibly be connected to the family of the murder victim?...
@paulasheerin97816 ай бұрын
absolutely love this, the 80s were so dark
@brokenfeather996 ай бұрын
love this. thank you
@m.j.nicholls7 ай бұрын
Great to hear Cronin (here aged 92) reading his work. Brilliant biographer, novelist, and poet. Underrated master!
@anaeem.17 ай бұрын
I read your poetry translated into Arabic. Well done, but it seems from this passage that the translation killed the poetry. I did not understand much, but I felt some of it. In general, thank you for your poetry.
@Anvil357 ай бұрын
Liberalism got us into this mess
@deirdrebradley19038 ай бұрын
The relentless hunter by Damian given to me by Damian when I was 15
@rolom38 ай бұрын
I just adore this poem so much
@user-zg4ui4cr5l8 ай бұрын
Good one there !! Go high Nandi
@LeslieNice9 ай бұрын
🤍
@diarmuid98669 ай бұрын
Wonderful! An important project. Well done to everyone involved.
@user-mx6qx2kv7t9 ай бұрын
Great poem!
@enoswilliams15529 ай бұрын
I don't get it. Octopus is a long poem. Why was only a small part of it read?
@Danman4u29 ай бұрын
Oh gosh, this is so evocative and beautiful
@user-sm1tm3xp3c10 ай бұрын
Gorgeous, every word.
@smileyface70210 ай бұрын
I really enjoyed this
@buddy.boyo8810 ай бұрын
the Nicene creed :
@buddy.boyo8810 ай бұрын
Republican party anthem
@noraperron-jones655210 ай бұрын
So potent, lovely.
@lindaragsdale165611 ай бұрын
She's a good poet.
@lindaragsdale165611 ай бұрын
What an awesome interesting poem 🎉
@johntierney82311 ай бұрын
The most beautiful and moving poem I've read or heard for many years. The equal of Kavanagh or Heaney at their best. Thank you Moya. Long may you continue.
@roghabhrideradioshow11 ай бұрын
Is amhrán a bhí a lorg agam a thug anseo mé. Chuir seo i gcuimhne dom comhrá ar Facebook faoi “drag queens” ag léamh leabhar do pháistí in ár gcuid leabharlann. “Grooming en masse” agus na “masses” uilig á shéanadh.
@robertmilby643311 ай бұрын
McGuckian is one of my favorite living poets from Northern Ireland.