I kväll bjuds ni på en ny konstrunda med ekphrastiska poem från boken "Lines of vision".
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Leanne O'Sullivan was born in 1983, and comes from the Beara peninsula in West Cork. She received an MA in English from University College, Cork in 2006. The winner of several of Ireland's poetry competitions in her early 20s (including the Seacat, Davoren Hanna and RTE Rattlebag Poetry Slam), she has published three collections, all from Bloodaxe, Waiting for My Clothes (2004), Cailleach: The Hag of Beara (2009), winner of the Rooney Prize for Irish Literature in 2010, and The Mining Road (2013). She was given the Ireland Chair of Poetry Bursary Award in 2009 and the Lawrence O’Shaughnessy Award for Irish Poetry in 2011, and received a UCC Alumni Award in 2012. Source: Bloodaxe Books
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| Kitchen maid with the supper at Emmaus, 1617-18 Diego Velázquez (1599-1660) oljemålning National Gellery of Ireland |
The kitchen maid, by Leanne O'Sullivan
(from Lines of vision : Irish writers on art. London : Thames & Hudson, 2014.)
All the ceremonies of the kitchen
come through - sunlight on the bread boards
and flour swept up from the bare floors;
so her footsteps vanish like pools of rain
on the road, her swiftness towards the fire
unproven where she heaps the deeper red
around the bastible, enough for mystery to keep
and the soft notes of bread to rise,
companionable, from their dark centre.
The meal table set and laid, the vessels shining
with room for the guest portion,
a sign that means kind labour
without speaking or remembering itself,
but heard about afterwards, in her absence -
how a certain light breaking across the table
might set a whole world in motion.
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Enda Wyley was born in Dublin in 1966. She has published four collections of poetry with the Dedalus Press: Eating Baby Jesus (1994), Socrates in the Garden (1998), Poems For Breakfast (2004) and To Wake to This (2009). She has twice been a winner in the British National Poetry Competition and was the inaugural recipient of The Vincent Buckley Poetry Prize. She has also received an M.A. in Creative Writing from Lancaster University. Source: Dedalus Press
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A group of decorative angels painted by Harry Clarke was
discovered in St Mary's Church, Haddington Road, Dublin and
acquired by the National Gallery of Ireland in 1968.
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Lost Angels (five verses+), by Enda Wyley
(from Lines of vision : Irish writers on art. London : Thames & Hudson, 2014.)
The gargoyle falls
from the bell tower,
wind blows slates
from the roof
rain floods beams
over the sanctuary,
night fight its way
down the nave
and deep behind
St Mary's pipes
these angels
rolled in dust
and tied with
the spider's thread -
so long forgotten
but suddenly found.
Unfurl what
you have lost -
see how they wake,
fly free, paler than swans
under Baggot Street Bridge
as they head for the Green
and the Liffey's flow,
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Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, born in Cork in 1942. She studied at University College Cork, and at Oxford University. Her collections of poetry include Acts and Monuments (1972), which won the Patrick Kavanagh Award in 1973; Site of Ambush (1975); The Second Voyage (1977); The Rose Geranium (1981); The Magdalene Sermons (1989), which was nominated for the European Literature Prize in 1992; The Brazen Serpent (1994); and The Girl Who Married the Reindeer (2001).
She won the O'Shaughnessy Prize for Poetry from the Irish-American Cultural Institute in 1992. In 1975 she co-founded Cyphers, a literary magazine, with Pearse Hutchinson, Macdara Woods and Leland Bardwell. Source: Aosdána
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| The Virgin and child enthroned, with St John the Baptist and St Lucy, 1513 Marco Palmezzano (c. 1460-1539) Tempera- och oljemålning National Gallery of Ireland |
A musicians' gallery (two verses), by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin
(from Lines of vision : Irish writers on art. London : Thames & Hudson, 2014.)
It echoes with tapping, chatter, jabber,
Noise converging on a teased out sound;
Harmony remembers and at last
Squeezes into a dominant, as the angel
Tests the note he has found
In the depths of the lute, wringing
Resonance from a tight string.
His body freezes alert, as a voice
Echoes around the stars. The Saint
Beside him seems at once listening and singing.
He listens, and two rooms away
A man listens to his son
Who is tensed around air, breathing
A stave that flutters and blows away -
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