Marie Howe winning the Pulitzer for poetry just makes sense. Forever grateful to have spent time with her last June, the most generous woman and poet 💖
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Marie Howe winning the Pulitzer for poetry just makes sense. Forever grateful to have spent time with her last June, the most generous woman and poet 💖
Um... has anyone else ever gotten asked for ID when buying a peeler?
Living the dream (the barista in 3fe complimented my outfit)
Living room floor Degas dancer chin. Eyes trained from the pillow to the blinking TV. Unwavering. Flat chest strained upwards. Wonder if it would split in half neatly, like a piece of fruit, or come crumbling into hands like bread. Christ. Pomegranates, you would imagine. Really? Who would imagine the heart of a girl breaking in two right there on the living room floor? Cartoons turned up to blasting. Everything is so loud from the moment we come slicked into the hands of a stranger. Mother lying there in the pose of a dead and roasted chicken. I almost said that it would be white. The room, I mean. Thinking back, it was probably magnolia. Or blue, but a sickly kind. The colour of medical gloves. Latex. Astonishment when the rubber snaps.
Copies of fallow in the window of books upstairs
One of seven (!) poems in new @fallowmedia.bsky.social which launched yesterday. You can (and should) grab a copy in gorgeous @booksupstairs.bsky.social
fallowmedia.com/shop/fallow-01
Thanks to everyone who came to @booksupstairs.bsky.social last night and helped us bring issue one into the world. Fantastic to hear @evagriff.bsky.social, @drnollid.bsky.social and Chris Beausang read their work. A beautiful evening.
A gorgeous sunny evening for a gorgeous new journal. Fallow has been launched! ☀️ Thanks so much to Ian Maleney & @maijasofia.bsky.social As well as the fantastic contributors who read - @evagriff.bsky.social, Chris Beausang & Ellen Dillon 💕 In stock now ☀️ @fallowmedia.bsky.social
Image promoting the launch of fallow issue 1 which will take place on Thursday April 10th at 6pm in Books Upstairs. Free, all welcome.
Reading poems at the launch of @fallowmedia.bsky.social issue one tomorrow, excited to see good sound people @booksupstairs.bsky.social x
Launch event for issue 01 this Thursday in @booksupstairs.bsky.social in Dublin. 6pm, wine, readings from Chris Beausang, Eva Griffin, and Ellen Dillon. Free entry, all welcome.
It's beauuuutiful I can't wait to get my copy hehe
The first print issue of fallow magazine, based in Ireland and out soon, includes: Helen Charman, Oisín Fagan, Wayne Koestenbaum, Patrick Nathan, Ellen Dillon, Eva Griffin, Chris Beausang, and Greg Gerke, & interviews with Gabriel Josipovici and Pascale Sardin. fallowmedia.com/shop/fallow-01
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Announcing issue 1 of fallow, a new literary journal, featuring new work by @evagriff.bsky.social @waynekoestenbaum.bsky.social @greggerkesocrates.bsky.social Oisin Fagan, Ellen Dillon, Gabriel Josipivici, Helen Charman, Chris Beausang, Pascale Sardin @rhiansasseen.bsky.social & Patrick Nathan
Happy Valentine's Day, friends of The Moth! ♥️
(Edvard Munch, Girl with the Heart)
This is character growth after completing my BA in French and English 10 years ago hey UCD I hope you're proud of me
A French book cover that reads: Virginie Trachsler Impressions irlandaises 23 poétrsses racontent leur pays Preface de Maylis Besserie Le Castor Astral | Anthologie bilingue
Happy publication day to Impressions irlandaises, an anthology of poetry by Irish women translated into French by the wonderful Virginie Trachsler 🥳 Thrilled to be included x
www.castorastral.com/livre/impres...
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People might bring up Vincent van Gogh as an example of a painter who did great work in spite of, or because of, his suffering. I like to think that van Gogh would have been even more prolific and even greater if he wasn't so restricted by the things tormenting him. I don't think it was pain that made him so great, I think painting brought him whatever happiness he had. —David Lynch
I don't think it was pain that made him so great, I think painting brought him whatever happiness he had.
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RIP David Lynch
David Lynch in sunglasses saying "i hope you all are having a lot of fun working on your favorite projects"
Honor his memory by doing something strange, unraveling a riddle within yourself, and working on your favorite projects.
“I believe life is a continuum, and that no one really dies, they just drop their physical body and we'll all meet again, like the song says. It's sad but it's not devastating if you think like that... It's a continuum, and we're all going to be fine at the end of the story.” — David Lynch
Mulholland Drive changed my life and my work I am so serious, thank you David Lynch
O this book…
“the river/who had forgotten what it was like to be looked at stepped towards the boy./the boy the river.”
And Odubanjo — such a loss. Adam is a minor masterpiece; & he was only just getting going...
What are you reading in these post-Xmas days (which can be such good reading days)?
A photo of me as a child with the Grinch and his dog Max
Merry Christmas x
My Species even a small purple artichoke boiled in its own bittered and darkening waters grows tender, grows tender and sweet patience, I think, my species keep testing the spiny leaves the spiny heart
My Species
even
a small purple artichoke
boiled
in its own bittered
and darkening
waters
grows tender,
grows tender and sweet
patience, I think,
my species
keep testing the spiny leaves
the spiny heart
—Jane Hirshfield
A mirror selfie of a white woman with brown hair holding up a muffin. The top of a fireplace is visible with various Christmas decorations.
I have made it to the motherland, and my reward of homemade muffins
AFTERNOON When I was about to die my body lit up like when I leave my house without my wallet. What am I missing? I ask, patting my chest pocket. And I am missing everything living that won't come with me into this sunny afternoon my body lights up for life like all the wishes being granted in a fountain at the same instant— all the coins burning the fountain dry— and I give my breath to a small, bird-shaped pipe. In the distance, behind several voices haggling, I hear a sound like heads clicking together. Like a game of pool played with people by machines.
My favorite Max Ritvo
Eva Griffin How to set a table Arrange the knives to say: good morning, my dry-lipped lover! Gloves on, hold intentions like limp hands above an overflowing bowl of apples. Hips must be draped in gingham, the apron suggesting comfortable domesticity. Place little white teacups on their little white saucers. Delicate! You know how easy it is to crack—call it a woman’s intuition. Of course the plates must be empty. The attempt rightfully in the bin. The man will laugh and call you an idiot because you tried to make breakfast— imagine, an anorexic with a talent for abundance! Remember your mother never taught you how to cook though she did try. You were too busy dipping a wet fingertip into the flour making a secret of your tongue.
Always very lucky to publish a few things in a year. I think I was most proud of this one, which appeared in the last issue of much-missed bath magg. 🍎
Wouldn’t expect anything else from a man with no favourite book, no favourite poem, and who literally doesn’t dream.
Book cover - Photo of a woman in a field with her back to the camera.
I’m reading Mary Lavin’s short stories at the moment and boy are they good! I’m ashamed to say I haven’t read them for years but I’m making up for it now.
If you like Claire Keegan’s work, you’ll love them! Clever and beautiful and honest and real and each so original. Astounding.
A signed edition of The Years by Annie Ernaux
And! Now my most prized possession
