Contemporary Irish Poetry Profa.Gisele Wolkoff Universidade Federal Fluminense • (some) Contemporary Women Poets: Eavan Boland, Celia de Fréine, Kerry Hardie, Medbh McGuckian, Sinéad Morrissey, Vona Groarke, Rita Kelly, Rita Ann Higgins... groundbreaking publication THE FIELD DAY ANTHOLOGY OF IRISH WRITING – 1991, 1996 A Reading of Irish Poetry includes considerations upon: - religion;linguistic belonging. - politics;These elements allude us to - geographicthe spaces; issue of - linguisticthe private belonging. & the public, the Theselocale elements and the allude cosmopolitan. us to the issue of the private & the public, the locale and the cosmopolitan. “poetry begins where those isms stop” (Patricia Boyle Haberstroh, 1996:.11) politics begins when poetry continues Patricia Keely-Murphy´s The Greek Mystress & Judy Shinnick´s Nude II Eavan Boland and Tradition “I felt increasingly the distance between my own life, my lived experience and conventional interpretations of both poetry and the poet´s life. It was not exactly or even chiefly that the recurrences of my world – a child´s face, the dial of a washing machine – were absent from the tradition, although they were. It was not even so much that I was a woman. It was that being a woman, I had entered into a life for which poetry has no name.” (In: Object Lessons The Life of the Woman and The Poet In Our Time. 1995: 18) What is poetry/writing? the country of the mind (Seamus Heaney) “It is this feeling, assenting, equable marriage between the geographical country and the country of the mind (...) it is this marriage that constitutes the sense of place in its richest possible manifestation.” - the rhetoric of imagery (Eavan Boland)... “A new language is a kind of scar; that heals after a while into a passable immitation of what went before” (Boland, 1996: 157) ENOUGH I want to stay in one place for a long time. I don´t care if there aren´t any sunflowers. I want to see the same thing every morning. I want to rest in the same people. (Kerry Hardie) HOPE Celia de Fréine At last I discover a small boat to store hope in, one that welcomes me on board and steers me on my journey, its glass bottom a screen through which I glimpse the fish and the crustaceans and the people who live on the ocean bed, but before I can listen to their tittle- tattle, or ask them to sing a sea shanty to accompany us, the Bora rises on the far side of the reef. Pounded by waves, I watch the autumn ease, I could have enjoyed, slink off beyound the horizon. The leaf of every plant is torn to shreds, all attempts at rowing pummelled to smithereens, as the boat and its single passenger Kyoto, Japan March 2018 with Celia de Fréine are flung onto stony soil where we come to rest, battered, broken, without any cargo. https://tiny.cc/vitaminadepoesia https://gwolkoff.com.