Dark Horses Come Galloping Home
In earlier interviews, Kevin Stevens considered Irish poet Aidan Carl Mathews quiet good. John MacKenna recommended Billy Collins. Critical Mick was officially rumbled: I don't know a thing about verse. Pre-2006, Brendan Kennelly's Poetry My Arse was the most recent lyrical addition to my bookshelves. To cop a clue, a series of e-mails was exchanged with poet Eileen Casey in May 2006....
Critical Mick: The bio of your recent collection, Seagulls, lists a whole page of poetry awards. Is that how you got your start, by entering contests?
Eileen Casey: Yes. Contests are the life's blood of building up bio (see I'm already alliterating, can't help it! ).
CM: Other than contests, what venues exist today for poetry?
EC: There's lots of good literary outlets, Stinging Fly (I was published there ONCE so more sting than fly), Poetry Ireland and others of that ilk. We're really lucky here in Ireland I suppose, poetry outlets sprout like (magic) mushrooms. However, those rejections can often leave that terrible hang-over' effect. Michael 0'Flanagan's Riposte (a poetry broadsheet) publishes EVERYONE, there's room for EVERYONE at Michael's table.
CM: Would you write even if there were no venues art all?
EC: Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. I'd have to have a long think about that one. It'd be a bit like writing a letter and having no-one to send it to.
CM: SPECIAL INTERACTIVE SECTION OF THE INTERVIEW! Your earliest memory of poetry in as poetic recollection as you like. You have six minutes. Go!
EC: Gosh, panic, panic. Earliest memory, now let me see, where was it, must have been the ass who lived next door (four legged kind) who was used to bring home the turf. As a child I found his braying very poetic. Seriously, no mischief intended here. I liked that sound. It had a rhythm to it and also it was strange and exotic in the middle of the town. So yes, definitely it was the ass next door.
CM: Is it a poet's remit to craft something pure, insightful and interesting on demand?
EC: Well, we're not talking breast milk here! But, in rare moments, this is exactly what can happen ----with practise of course!
CM: Can poets really do that in six minutes?
EC: Yes.
CM: What's the most recent poem you've recommended? I mean, you called Seamus Heaney and said "Damn, you've got to read this! Isn't that fresh/ true/ intense/ clever?"
EC: "Waking in the Blue" by Robert Lowell. The title does it for me.
CM: Most recent one that made an impression on me was "Star-Splitters." "He charts his own Orion." Now that's a description of deciding on a tattoo!
EC: Better star than side I always think.
CM: The second most recent one are the lyrics that open an album by the Canadian band The Arcade Fire:
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And if the snow buries my, my neighboorhood, And if my parents are crying Then I'll dig a tunnel from my window to yours, Yeah, a tunnel from my window to yours. |
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CM: Is that poetry or does the image not work without the music?
EC: Yes, in my opinion, this is poetry. Snow is so evocative and also paradoxical. Burying yet melting, very apt here, very sexy.
CM: OK, that's Canadian. What's waiting here in Ireland that's "Damn!" enough to reach even my rock & roll world?
EC: Paul Durcan rocks I suppose but you really need to hear him perform. You CAN'T go wrong with Heaney and of course Rita Ann Higgins is always worth a look.
CM: You've been active promoting newfound talent in Dublin. Tell me a little about that, your tutoring, and your work for VEC.
EC: I absolutely adore creative writing groups. Mainly because of those dark horses that come galloping home. Honestly, it's wonderful to hear those hooves in the least expected places.
CM: OK, we've been chatting about literary greats, ignoramus blokes, and up-and-comers. Do all these poets get their inspiration from the same place?
EC: Who knows?
CM: Let's get specific. How long did it take to write Seagulls? How did you write these poems in practice?
EC: I actually take care with my craft, no kidding. It takes me a good while to complete a poem because I write and rewrite and rewrite and rewrite and
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CM: Let's zoom in even closer. What poem here has an interesting origin or inspiration you'd like to share?
EC: I'd say it's "Fire Fox" which began as a broken mirror, morphed into a horse who then became the Northern Lights which finally spawned a story about an arctic fox.
CM: Do you write every day?
EC: Most days (I'm always preaching regular writing routine so I'll leave it at that!).
CM: Do you carry a notebook?
EC: No. My head and my heart are my notebooks.
CM: What are you working on now?
EC: Fiction, would you believe. A story with the working title "Ghosts."
CM: I understand you recently had a moment that was straight out of The Commitments.
EC: Yes. I had invited an American poet to my last reading/launch. I also had an extensive promotional vehicle on the march. So, there we are, all expectation and
the lady doesn't show. I call it my Wilson Pickett moment because half of me (my heart) wants to believe that she DID show up when we'd all gone home.
CM: OK, parading out the usual chestnuts: What's your opinion on the new technologies like Internet communities, webzines, Printing on Demand?
EC: As I'm an addictive personality I can't really go there
much!
CM: What's on your nightstand at the moment? (books I mean, not clock radios)
EC: Father & I by Carlo Gebler (it's wonderful). Also, a clock (without the radio), my art nouveau lamp, my soap dish (?), my telephone (with a crackling wire), my lipstick (well, you never know) and lots of other miscellaneous items.
CM: Anything I've not brought up that you'd like to chat about?
EC: No Mick, you are pretty thorough. I'm really glad I got to say what's on my nightstand. Could be a poem there in the making. Don't you agree?
CM: SPECIAL INTERACTIVE SECTION #2! Finish this non-clock radio related poem:
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Cracked
The albumen bam Before pans frying fire Arses and elbows, Or omelettes half made?
Spam Began in a glimpse Through the crack in a moment's chaos.
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CM: Many thanks, Eileen! I wish you the best with Seagulls and with your career.
EC: Thanks!
Copies of Seagulls are currently available at 10. Eileen Casey can be contacted care of Fiery Arrow Press, 16 Watermeadow Park, Old Bawn, Tallaght, Dublin 24.
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