The Poet & the Fiddler: A Musing on Seamus Heaney
The Given Note’s mournful spirit would certainly have been in the air when the poem was read at Heaney’s funeral.
A Prayer for My Daughter
I was simply tongue-tied by all that my daughter’s reporting was bearing witness to.
Visiting James Joyce’s Grave with Anthony Kerrigan
I have not yet made it to James Joyce’s grave.
Hope and History: The Other Seamus Chimes In
“I became Seamus eile — Irish for ‘the other Seamus.’ A nice qualifier. Otherhood via brotherhood.”
The Spuds Will Bloom in Baile Beag
There’s a scene in Brian Friel’s iconic play Translations (1980) that seems to me to speak to our current moment.