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Thomas McCarthy (poet)
Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view of academic and poet Maurice Harmon)and Merchant Prince, described as "an ambitious and substantive book". The main themes of his poetry are Southern Irish politics, love and memory. He is also the author of two novels; Without Power and Asya and Christine. He is married with two children and lives in Cork City where he works in the City Libraries. He won the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award in 1977. His monograph "Rising from the Ashes" tells the story of the burning of the Carnegie Free Library in Cork City by the Black and Tans in 1920 and the subsequent efforts to rebuild the collection with the help of donors from all over the world.
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Thomas McCarthy (Syracuse politician)
Thomas McCarthy (May 10, 1786 - January 30, 1848) was nominated as the first Mayor of Syracuse, New York in January 1848 and was veteran of the War of 1812. He was an influential citizen in early Onondaga County, New York and the father of Congressman Dennis McCarthy. He died days before receiving word he was nominated to be the first Mayor of Syracuse and thus never served.
Biography
Born in Cork, County Cork, Ireland, son of Dennis McCarthy and Elizabeth McSweeney, he was bound as an apprentice draper in Dublin at the age of 14. In 1808, after being freed from his apprenticeship, he went to the United States with his brother John McCarthy. McCarthy settled in Salt Point, Onondaga County, New York where he opened a small store and manufactured salt. He served in the War of 1812 and later became a rich and influential man in Onondaga County and helped to found the first Catholic church in the county as well as the Bank of Salina. He married Percy Soule in 1812 in Salina, New York, and had several children, including Dennis McCarthy (congressman) and Eliza McCarthy, wife of Silas Titus.
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Thomas McCarthy (Quebec politician)
Thomas McCarthy (1832 – September 23, 1870) was a Quebec businessman and political figure. He was a Conservative member of the Canadian House of Commons representing Richelieu from 1867 to 1870.
He was born in County Cork, Ireland in 1832, the son of John McCarthy, and came to Canada in 1839. McCarthy was a shipbuilder in the Sorel region in partnership with his brothers Daniel and John. He served on the council for Sorel in 1860, 1862, 1863 and 1865. McCarthy died at Sorel in 1870 while still in office.
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Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising
Garden of Remembrance by Thomas McCarthy These stones report for duty in story after story, The garden a cistern of unsweetened water; Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember, Such effort renewed at each national anniversary Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder That gathers us together behind the box hedge To remember glory, to define a lost cause Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance. We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage, So careful now – now so conscious of the past – That we may not create more victims. What lasts In a Republic is the living, and so in this age I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge. ii. Our remembrance is a form of theatre, ...
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Thomas McCarthy
Poet Thomas McCarthy reading as part of the Poetry Ireland lunchtime reading series in association with the National Gallery of Ireland
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Thomas McCarthy – Southword 36 Launch (Poetry)
Introduction 00:00 – 04:35 That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25 At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 06:25 – 09:00 George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly 09:00 – 11:33 Guy Lombardo 11:33 – 15:34 Thomas McCarthy reads his poems “That Photograph”, “At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis”, “George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly” and “Guy Lombardo” from Southword 36 https://munsterlit.ie/southword/ at the Cork International Poetry Festival 2019 https://www.corkpoetryfest.net. Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, in 1954 and educated locally and at University College Cork where he was auditor of the English Literature Society. He has published many collections of poetry, including The First Convention, The Sorrow Garden, Lost Province, Merchant Prince and The Last Geraldine Officer. He has als...
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Thomas McCarthy Derek Mahon Tribute
Thomas McCarthy speaking at Cork City Libraries as part of a tribute to poet Derek Mahon.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso'.
Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'Seven Winters in Paris'. Anvil Poetry, Dedalus Press, 1989.
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Thomas McCarthy poetry reading at the Youghal Moby Dick Literary Festival 2012
http://www.youghalonline.com - Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view...
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Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising - Audio Description
Garden of Remembrance by Thomas McCarthy These stones report for duty in story after story, The garden a cistern of unsweetened water; Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember, Such effort renewed at each national anniversary Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder That gathers us together behind the box hedge To remember glory, to define a lost cause Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance. We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage, So careful now – now so conscious of the past – That we may not create more victims. What lasts In a Republic is the living, and so in this age I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge. ii. Our remembrance is a form of theatre, ...
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Thomas McCarthy - There's always another Championship: How Poets can coach us to visualise fame.
GAA Games Development Conference 2015/16
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Thomas McCarthy
Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford in 1954 and was educated locally and at University College Cork. He is a member of Aosdana, the elected Assembly of artists and writers in Ireland. He has published nine collections of poetry including his most recent collection ‘Prophecy’ which was published by Carcanet Press in 2019. He has also published two novels and two works of non-fiction. He is a multi-award winning poet and his awards include the Patrick Kavanagh Award and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry.He worked for many years at Cork City Libraries, retiring in 2014 to write fulltime. He also worked for a time as a Professor of English at Macalester College, Minnesota, is a former Editor of "Poetry Ireland Review" and "The Cork Review" and has con...
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo Irish Luncheon Party'.
Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo-Irish Luncheon Party', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'The Last Geraldine Officer'. Anvil Poetry, 2009.
published: 16 Mar 2023
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Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnish...
Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
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Thomas McCarthy
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Poet Thomas McCarthy reading as part of the Poetry Ireland lunchtime reading series in association with the National Gallery of Ireland
Poet Thomas McCarthy reading as part of the Poetry Ireland lunchtime reading series in association with the National Gallery of Ireland
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Poet Thomas McCarthy reading as part of the Poetry Ireland lunchtime reading series in association with the National Gallery of Ireland
- published: 03 Feb 2010
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15:35
Thomas McCarthy – Southword 36 Launch (Poetry)
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Introduction 00:00 – 04:35
That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25
At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 06:25 – 09:00
George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly 09:00 – 11:33
Guy ...
Introduction 00:00 – 04:35
That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25
At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 06:25 – 09:00
George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly 09:00 – 11:33
Guy Lombardo 11:33 – 15:34
Thomas McCarthy reads his poems “That Photograph”, “At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis”, “George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly” and “Guy Lombardo” from Southword 36 https://munsterlit.ie/southword/ at the Cork International Poetry Festival 2019 https://www.corkpoetryfest.net.
Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, in 1954 and educated locally and at University College Cork where he was auditor of the English Literature Society. He has published many collections of poetry, including The First Convention, The Sorrow Garden, Lost Province, Merchant Prince and The Last Geraldine Officer. He has also published three novels, Without Power, Asya and Christine as well as two works of non-fiction, Gardens of Remembrance and Out of the Ashes. His Pandemonium was published by Carcanet Press in 2016 and was short-listed for the Irish Times/Poetry Now Award. He is a member of Aosdána, the Irish Assembly of artists and writers. He has won the Patrick Kavanagh Award, the Alice Hunt Bartlett Prize and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry as well as the Ireland Funds Annual Literary Award.
Music: Evening Fall (Harp) Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
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Video production: James O'Leary
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Introduction 00:00 – 04:35
That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25
At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 06:25 – 09:00
George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly 09:00 – 11:33
Guy Lombardo 11:33 – 15:34
Thomas McCarthy reads his poems “That Photograph”, “At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis”, “George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly” and “Guy Lombardo” from Southword 36 https://munsterlit.ie/southword/ at the Cork International Poetry Festival 2019 https://www.corkpoetryfest.net.
Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, in 1954 and educated locally and at University College Cork where he was auditor of the English Literature Society. He has published many collections of poetry, including The First Convention, The Sorrow Garden, Lost Province, Merchant Prince and The Last Geraldine Officer. He has also published three novels, Without Power, Asya and Christine as well as two works of non-fiction, Gardens of Remembrance and Out of the Ashes. His Pandemonium was published by Carcanet Press in 2016 and was short-listed for the Irish Times/Poetry Now Award. He is a member of Aosdána, the Irish Assembly of artists and writers. He has won the Patrick Kavanagh Award, the Alice Hunt Bartlett Prize and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry as well as the Ireland Funds Annual Literary Award.
Music: Evening Fall (Harp) Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com)
Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License
http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/
Video production: James O'Leary
- published: 03 Apr 2020
- views: 187
14:37
Thomas McCarthy Derek Mahon Tribute
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Thomas McCarthy speaking at Cork City Libraries as part of a tribute to poet Derek Mahon.
Thomas McCarthy speaking at Cork City Libraries as part of a tribute to poet Derek Mahon.
https://wn.com/Thomas_Mccarthy_Derek_Mahon_Tribute
Thomas McCarthy speaking at Cork City Libraries as part of a tribute to poet Derek Mahon.
- published: 28 Apr 2015
- views: 310
1:42
Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso'.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry R...
Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'Seven Winters in Paris'. Anvil Poetry, Dedalus Press, 1989.
https://wn.com/Thomas_Mccarthy_Reads_'Thinking_Of_My_Father_In_The_MuséE_Picasso'.
Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'Seven Winters in Paris'. Anvil Poetry, Dedalus Press, 1989.
- published: 16 Mar 2023
- views: 122
5:08
Thomas McCarthy poetry reading at the Youghal Moby Dick Literary Festival 2012
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http://www.youghalonline.com - Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended Univer...
http://www.youghalonline.com - Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view of academic and poet Maurice Harmon[1])and Merchant Prince, described as "an ambitious and substantive book". The main themes of his poetry are Southern Irish politics, love and memory. He is also the author of two novels; Without Power and Asya and Christine. He is married with two children and lives in Cork City where he works in the City Libraries. He won the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award in 1977. His monograph "Rising from the Ashes" tells the story of the burning of the Carnegie Free Library in Cork City by the Black and Tans in 1920 and the subsequent efforts to rebuild the collection with the help of donors from all over the world.
In his work "the ludicrous and the homely go hand-in-hand but the relaxed, conversational style can switch from emphatic narration to literary observation, as when the poet quotes Henry James's remark, 'As the picture is reality so the novel is history/And not as the poem is: a metaphor and closed thing."[1]
Moby Dick Festival 2012 -- 16-18th March, Youghal, Co. Cork
The seaside town of Youghal hosted their first ever Moby Dick Festival on 16-18th March 2012. A voluntary group from the town on the South Coast of Ireland have rekindled relations with New Bedford with this fun filled festival. Youghal was chosen by Huston when he filmed Moby Dick the movie as the town in the 1950′s scenically mirrored New Bedford in the late 1880's. The quays in Youghal still stand nearly identical to the quayside in New Bedford during the height of the whaling trade in the late 1880's.
Claud Cockburn:
Francis Claud Cockburn of Brook Lodge, Youghal, County Cork, Munster, Ireland was a British journalist. He was a well known proponent of communism. His saying, "believe nothing until it has been officially denied" is widely quoted in journalistic studies. He was the second cousin, once removed, of novelists Alec Waugh and Evelyn Waugh.
In 1947, Cockburn moved to Ireland and lived at Ardmore, County Waterford, and continued to contribute to newspapers and journals, including a weekly column for The Irish Times. In the Irish Times he famously stated that "Wherever there is a stink in international affairs, you will find that Henry Kissinger has recently visited."
Among his novels were The Horses, Ballantyne's Folly, Jericho Road, and Beat the Devil (originally under the pseudonym James Helvick), which was made into a film directed by John Huston with script credit to Truman Capote (the title was later used by Cockburn's son Alexander for his regular column in Truman Capote ).
Photo inset of Claud Cockburn by Eric Hands
http://www.youghalonline.com
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http://www.youghalonline.com - Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view of academic and poet Maurice Harmon[1])and Merchant Prince, described as "an ambitious and substantive book". The main themes of his poetry are Southern Irish politics, love and memory. He is also the author of two novels; Without Power and Asya and Christine. He is married with two children and lives in Cork City where he works in the City Libraries. He won the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award in 1977. His monograph "Rising from the Ashes" tells the story of the burning of the Carnegie Free Library in Cork City by the Black and Tans in 1920 and the subsequent efforts to rebuild the collection with the help of donors from all over the world.
In his work "the ludicrous and the homely go hand-in-hand but the relaxed, conversational style can switch from emphatic narration to literary observation, as when the poet quotes Henry James's remark, 'As the picture is reality so the novel is history/And not as the poem is: a metaphor and closed thing."[1]
Moby Dick Festival 2012 -- 16-18th March, Youghal, Co. Cork
The seaside town of Youghal hosted their first ever Moby Dick Festival on 16-18th March 2012. A voluntary group from the town on the South Coast of Ireland have rekindled relations with New Bedford with this fun filled festival. Youghal was chosen by Huston when he filmed Moby Dick the movie as the town in the 1950′s scenically mirrored New Bedford in the late 1880's. The quays in Youghal still stand nearly identical to the quayside in New Bedford during the height of the whaling trade in the late 1880's.
Claud Cockburn:
Francis Claud Cockburn of Brook Lodge, Youghal, County Cork, Munster, Ireland was a British journalist. He was a well known proponent of communism. His saying, "believe nothing until it has been officially denied" is widely quoted in journalistic studies. He was the second cousin, once removed, of novelists Alec Waugh and Evelyn Waugh.
In 1947, Cockburn moved to Ireland and lived at Ardmore, County Waterford, and continued to contribute to newspapers and journals, including a weekly column for The Irish Times. In the Irish Times he famously stated that "Wherever there is a stink in international affairs, you will find that Henry Kissinger has recently visited."
Among his novels were The Horses, Ballantyne's Folly, Jericho Road, and Beat the Devil (originally under the pseudonym James Helvick), which was made into a film directed by John Huston with script credit to Truman Capote (the title was later used by Cockburn's son Alexander for his regular column in Truman Capote ).
Photo inset of Claud Cockburn by Eric Hands
http://www.youghalonline.com
- published: 01 Oct 2012
- views: 986
6:45
Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising - Audio Description
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- Duration: 6:45
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnish...
Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
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Thomas McCarthy - There's always another Championship: How Poets can coach us to visualise fame.
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GAA Games Development Conference 2015/16
GAA Games Development Conference 2015/16
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Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford in 1954 and was educated locally and at University College Cork. He is a member of Aosdana, ...
Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford in 1954 and was educated locally and at University College Cork. He is a member of Aosdana, the elected Assembly of artists and writers in Ireland. He has published nine collections of poetry including his most recent collection ‘Prophecy’ which was published by Carcanet Press in 2019. He has also published two novels and two works of non-fiction. He is a multi-award winning poet and his awards include the Patrick Kavanagh Award and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry.He worked for many years at Cork City Libraries, retiring in 2014 to write fulltime. He also worked for a time as a Professor of English at Macalester College, Minnesota, is a former Editor of "Poetry Ireland Review" and "The Cork Review" and has conducted many poetry workshops including at the Arvon Foundation and at the Molly Keane House (Ardmore, Co. Waterford). His work has been translated into several languages and he has had poems in more than thirty anthologies of Irish poetry. McCarthy lives in Cork with his wife, Catherine. They have two adult children, Kate-Inez and Neil.
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Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford in 1954 and was educated locally and at University College Cork. He is a member of Aosdana, the elected Assembly of artists and writers in Ireland. He has published nine collections of poetry including his most recent collection ‘Prophecy’ which was published by Carcanet Press in 2019. He has also published two novels and two works of non-fiction. He is a multi-award winning poet and his awards include the Patrick Kavanagh Award and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry.He worked for many years at Cork City Libraries, retiring in 2014 to write fulltime. He also worked for a time as a Professor of English at Macalester College, Minnesota, is a former Editor of "Poetry Ireland Review" and "The Cork Review" and has conducted many poetry workshops including at the Arvon Foundation and at the Molly Keane House (Ardmore, Co. Waterford). His work has been translated into several languages and he has had poems in more than thirty anthologies of Irish poetry. McCarthy lives in Cork with his wife, Catherine. They have two adult children, Kate-Inez and Neil.
Jazzabel features Jane O’Brien Moran (vocals) with her brother Jimmy O’Brien Moran on alto sax and with Orm Kenny on jazz guitar.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo Irish Luncheon Party'.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo-Irish Luncheon Party', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archiv...
Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo-Irish Luncheon Party', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'The Last Geraldine Officer'. Anvil Poetry, 2009.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo-Irish Luncheon Party', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'The Last Geraldine Officer'. Anvil Poetry, 2009.
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Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising
Garden of Remembrance
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These stones report for duty in story after s...
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
2:08
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Thomas McCarthy – Southword 36 Launch (Poetry)
Introduction 00:00 – 04:35
That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25
At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 0...
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Introduction 00:00 – 04:35
That Photograph 04:35 – 06:25
At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis 06:25 – 09:00
George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly 09:00 – 11:33
Guy Lombardo 11:33 – 15:34
Thomas McCarthy reads his poems “That Photograph”, “At the Monte Carlo, Minneapolis”, “George Morrison at an Aosdána Assembly” and “Guy Lombardo” from Southword 36 https://munsterlit.ie/southword/ at the Cork International Poetry Festival 2019 https://www.corkpoetryfest.net.
Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, in 1954 and educated locally and at University College Cork where he was auditor of the English Literature Society. He has published many collections of poetry, including The First Convention, The Sorrow Garden, Lost Province, Merchant Prince and The Last Geraldine Officer. He has also published three novels, Without Power, Asya and Christine as well as two works of non-fiction, Gardens of Remembrance and Out of the Ashes. His Pandemonium was published by Carcanet Press in 2016 and was short-listed for the Irish Times/Poetry Now Award. He is a member of Aosdána, the Irish Assembly of artists and writers. He has won the Patrick Kavanagh Award, the Alice Hunt Bartlett Prize and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry as well as the Ireland Funds Annual Literary Award.
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Thomas McCarthy Derek Mahon Tribute
Thomas McCarthy speaking at Cork City Libraries as part of a tribute to poet Derek Mahon.
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Thomas McCarthy Derek Mahon Tribute
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso'.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso'.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'Thinking of My Father in the Musée Picasso', in the UCD Library Special Collections Reading Room, Dublin. Preserved in the Irish Poetry Reading Archive. This Reading is from: 'Seven Winters in Paris'. Anvil Poetry, Dedalus Press, 1989.
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Thomas McCarthy poetry reading at the Youghal Moby Dick Literary Festival 2012
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Thomas McCarthy poetry reading at the Youghal Moby Dick Literary Festival 2012
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http://www.youghalonline.com - Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view of academic and poet Maurice Harmon[1])and Merchant Prince, described as "an ambitious and substantive book". The main themes of his poetry are Southern Irish politics, love and memory. He is also the author of two novels; Without Power and Asya and Christine. He is married with two children and lives in Cork City where he works in the City Libraries. He won the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award in 1977. His monograph "Rising from the Ashes" tells the story of the burning of the Carnegie Free Library in Cork City by the Black and Tans in 1920 and the subsequent efforts to rebuild the collection with the help of donors from all over the world.
In his work "the ludicrous and the homely go hand-in-hand but the relaxed, conversational style can switch from emphatic narration to literary observation, as when the poet quotes Henry James's remark, 'As the picture is reality so the novel is history/And not as the poem is: a metaphor and closed thing."[1]
Moby Dick Festival 2012 -- 16-18th March, Youghal, Co. Cork
The seaside town of Youghal hosted their first ever Moby Dick Festival on 16-18th March 2012. A voluntary group from the town on the South Coast of Ireland have rekindled relations with New Bedford with this fun filled festival. Youghal was chosen by Huston when he filmed Moby Dick the movie as the town in the 1950′s scenically mirrored New Bedford in the late 1880's. The quays in Youghal still stand nearly identical to the quayside in New Bedford during the height of the whaling trade in the late 1880's.
Claud Cockburn:
Francis Claud Cockburn of Brook Lodge, Youghal, County Cork, Munster, Ireland was a British journalist. He was a well known proponent of communism. His saying, "believe nothing until it has been officially denied" is widely quoted in journalistic studies. He was the second cousin, once removed, of novelists Alec Waugh and Evelyn Waugh.
In 1947, Cockburn moved to Ireland and lived at Ardmore, County Waterford, and continued to contribute to newspapers and journals, including a weekly column for The Irish Times. In the Irish Times he famously stated that "Wherever there is a stink in international affairs, you will find that Henry Kissinger has recently visited."
Among his novels were The Horses, Ballantyne's Folly, Jericho Road, and Beat the Devil (originally under the pseudonym James Helvick), which was made into a film directed by John Huston with script credit to Truman Capote (the title was later used by Cockburn's son Alexander for his regular column in Truman Capote ).
Photo inset of Claud Cockburn by Eric Hands
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Thomas McCarthy - Garden of Remembrance - A Poet's Rising - Audio Description
Garden of Remembrance
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These stones report for duty in story after s...
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Garden of Remembrance
by Thomas McCarthy
These stones report for duty in story after story,
The garden a cistern of unsweetened water;
Time’s patina burnished by an effort to remember,
Such effort renewed at each national anniversary
Where sea-gulls glide over the field of slaughter
To uncover another trail of poems. Time is a hoarder
That gathers us together behind the box hedge
To remember glory, to define a lost cause
Or a cause renewed at the hour of remembrance.
We remember our prayers and the seagull’s rage,
So careful now – now so conscious of the past –
That we may not create more victims. What lasts
In a Republic is the living, and so in this age
I remember the living on this cold, grassy ledge.
ii.
Our remembrance is a form of theatre, as each
Remembrance is, in every nation. An eternal flame
Burns elsewhere and cenotaphs hold heroic names;
Remnants of us pepper each Normandy beach
And Poppies grow up out of our bones. But here
I think of the one nation the poets imagined
And think again of the two states we’re in,
A state of mystical borders and broken spears
Left by a silent procession of things left unsaid.
It’s not that our cowardice has deepened; or not
Cowardice, not that, but an indifference yet
Unchallenged, an indifference to the innocent dead
That creeps along the wall of memory, as moss
Or ivy muffle traffic noise or mask all heroic loss.
iii.
A shuffle of wet tiles, history’s lovely aquamarine –
All the weapons lie abandoned after battle
Like the leaves of Sessile Oak, Dair Ghaelach,
Which scatter in a sudden burst of wind. We seem
Drawn to history, fatally, the way troubled
Families want to pace across the same old ground
In the hope of comfort from what comes round.
I find an empty bench where history doubled
Back and came to life in a fantasia of warm metal;
Oisín Kelly’s mythic swan children now seem
Like children abandoned in refugee-camp or great famine,
Arms hanging loosely in great bronze petals –
After all the Troubles, politics wants to make peace
With art. Our memory is immovable in a stiff breeze.
iv.
James Connolly’s beautiful life, the high aesthetic
Of Pearse, the gift of three buttons from Con Colbert’s
Volunteer uniform, Thomas MacDonagh’s verse –
Listen, in this remembering place I pick
Strange names to add to the forgotten dead:
Willie Redmond explaining how at the Ulster line
In front of Ploegstreet the Southerners arrived
And words of love between two Irelands were said
Before slaughter swallowed the young. And Harold
Mooney of the RAMC, his shattered left thigh,
Should remind us of how the unsung are left to die
In a free state of dying slowly. All their untold
Stories haunt me still. Permit me to remember the dead
On the wrong side of revolution, the part they played.
v.
Mothers from another continent come here to rest.
Memory is a kind of cradle. Memory is a giant beech
In a sunlit meadow. I watch a new migrant child reach
Into this restored reflecting-pool, his outline traced
In a cruciform pool of disturbed shadows. What can he know,
This child of worldly exile, of the purpose
Of our centenary city park? How can you or I propose
A better Ireland, a safer shelter in the quiet meadow?
Here in this Irish world, in the last place where God
Found us useful, we have a duty to make a firm nest –
Not an ill-advised pageant or a national barricade.
When the midday sun breaks through, my eyes rest
On harp and acorn, on trumpet and bronze hands,
On things a family without our history understands.
Music by Colm Mac Con Iomaire
Narrated by Mia Gallagher
Directed by Pádraig Burke
45:49
Thomas McCarthy - There's always another Championship: How Poets can coach us to visualise fame.
GAA Games Development Conference 2015/16
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Thomas McCarthy was born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford in 1954 and was educated locally and at University College Cork. He is a member of Aosdana, the elected Assembly of artists and writers in Ireland. He has published nine collections of poetry including his most recent collection ‘Prophecy’ which was published by Carcanet Press in 2019. He has also published two novels and two works of non-fiction. He is a multi-award winning poet and his awards include the Patrick Kavanagh Award and the O’Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry.He worked for many years at Cork City Libraries, retiring in 2014 to write fulltime. He also worked for a time as a Professor of English at Macalester College, Minnesota, is a former Editor of "Poetry Ireland Review" and "The Cork Review" and has conducted many poetry workshops including at the Arvon Foundation and at the Molly Keane House (Ardmore, Co. Waterford). His work has been translated into several languages and he has had poems in more than thirty anthologies of Irish poetry. McCarthy lives in Cork with his wife, Catherine. They have two adult children, Kate-Inez and Neil.
Jazzabel features Jane O’Brien Moran (vocals) with her brother Jimmy O’Brien Moran on alto sax and with Orm Kenny on jazz guitar.
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Thomas McCarthy reads 'An Anglo Irish Luncheon Party'.
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Thomas McCarthy (poet)
Thomas McCarthy (born 1954) is an Irish poet, novelist, and critic, born in Cappoquin, Co. Waterford, Ireland. He attended University College Cork where he was part of a resurgence of literary activity under the inspiration of John Montague. Among his contemporaries, described by Thomas Dillon Redshaw as "that remarkable generation," there were Theo Dorgan poet and memoirist, Sean Dunne, poet, Greg Delanty, poet, Maurice Riordan poet and William Wall, novelist and poet. McCarthy edited, at various times, The Cork Review and Poetry Ireland Review. He has published seven collections of poetry with Anvil Press Poetry, London, including The Sorrow Garden, The Lost Province, Mr Dineen's Careful Parade, The Last Geraldine Officer ("a major achievement", in the view of academic and poet Maurice Harmon)and Merchant Prince, described as "an ambitious and substantive book". The main themes of his poetry are Southern Irish politics, love and memory. He is also the author of two novels; Without Power and Asya and Christine. He is married with two children and lives in Cork City where he works in the City Libraries. He won the Patrick Kavanagh Poetry Award in 1977. His monograph "Rising from the Ashes" tells the story of the burning of the Carnegie Free Library in Cork City by the Black and Tans in 1920 and the subsequent efforts to rebuild the collection with the help of donors from all over the world.
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