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 </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/09/poem-of-week-plus-paula-meehans.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-165774157031501161</guid><pubDate>Thu, 12 Sep 2013 20:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-13T00:55:08.941-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Conor O&#39;Callaghan</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">contemporary poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Our Poets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Sun King</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wake Forest University</category><title>Conor O&#39;Callaghan&#39;s The Sun King: Shockingly Vulnerable and Painfully Tender</title><atom:summary type="text">
In his newest book, The
Sun King, Conor O’Callaghan invites readers into the shockingly vulnerable and
sometimes bitter consciousness of a speaker who offers an unedited confession
of his most intimate experiences. The reader feels privy to the pain and
desperation of a decaying domestic space. At times provocative and on the verge of profane, O’Callaghan
does not shy away from the seedy aspects</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/09/conor-ocallaghans-sun-king-shockingly.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglpOQtdepoFa6mqk3NLChP8iG0TfBgYXEm-U4IElCSo69StPySckxcGpvDL0SBPOXf9RamRh4q4v3ST-oHaItVDKLDsWkZCwqq2rs0y9Ms9q7ixfcJrXMQStU-vV9Chc-0I3xHntZtrvQ/s72-c/20050826conor5979.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-7187461898051038511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 11 Sep 2013 19:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-11T15:22:35.772-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Women&#39;s Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lit. Crit.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Moya Cannon</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The wake forest series of Irish poetry volume 2</category><title>Today&#39;s Lit. Crit. </title><atom:summary type="text">

 &amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp;Milk


   Could he have known 
   that any stranger&#39;s baby 
   crying out loud in a street 
   can start the flow?
   A stain that spreads 
   on fustian 
   or denim. 
 
   This is kindness 
   which in all our human time 
   has refused to learn propriety, 
   which still knows nothing 
   but the depth of kinship, 
   the depth of thirst.
 


-Moya Cannon, The Wake Forest </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/09/todays-lit-crit.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-3012330126241091895</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Sep 2013 17:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-09T13:29:55.673-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Arts and Culture</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">John Montague</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Memorial</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Seamus Heaney</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Irish Times</category><title>Realizing a Destiny in Full: On the Death of a Friend</title><atom:summary type="text">
“When asked to pronounce on
Seamus’s death, a phrase coalesced in my mind: he did his work.”



This, according to poet John Montague in
his Sept. 7 memorial in the Irish Times,
is the most succinct way to describe the late Seamus Heaney. 




Seamus Heaney
Photo courtesy of poetryfoundation.org


But his description, which seems so far
removed from the beauty and lyrical feel of Heaney’s poetry</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/09/realizing-destiny-in-full-on-death-of.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBqzEqu60qVGMyupbuTvWQPra0p7v-6_yBXZu8hilwsT-jflnP6cafi_6HeyounuN0slANqA2Dqy9s89_1Nsb2TwxfNDiRS9qPnTeQLf5hP8HC164QtpveA6kfTwkWIor9WzI389REkck/s72-c/seamus-heaney.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8204284154581366824</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Sep 2013 16:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-09-02T12:15:17.608-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">David Orr</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Louis MacNeice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">New York Times Book Review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Our Poets</category><title>Louis MacNeice: Collected Poems NY Times Book Review</title><atom:summary type="text">
In his New York Times Sunday Book Review of Louis MacNeice: Collected Poems, entitled &quot;Free Range&quot;, David Orr praises the palimpsestic nature of MaNeice&#39;s final volume.&amp;nbsp;

There
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(photo from&amp;nbsp;flowersreview.blogspot.com&amp;nbsp;)

&quot;On Cutting One&#39;s Finger While Reaching for Jasmine&quot;

She talked about the aboutness of life, the eternal
false illumination of the leftover nights, her lavender-
skirted self who paced around the tousled
bedroom, the otherwise good you.

She incessantly made Os, Os of all sizes,
Os inside one another, always drawn backwards
in lilac ink by </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/08/poem-of-week.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgZ-1mDkHNNvmERJ_M74XzehbJ_cNBvpHlB42RWSEyRvbDpVbQOoU9DgOGwmylHDWHxUpx-CoJDOCJLttsfwOyte8oJesxTNAye8MSG2KuQ17yAl3tPDC4RrvhiZuzvpVNwOvqrItXTcxU/s72-c/jasmine+flower+-+Jasminum+azoricum.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-5202561148536664020</guid><pubDate>Wed, 21 Aug 2013 19:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-22T14:44:39.474-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Harry Clifton</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Times</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Our Poets</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Winter Sleep of Captain Lemass</category><title>Fingers Crossed for Harry Clifton!</title><atom:summary type="text">



We’re delighted that Harry Clifton has been nominated for the&amp;nbsp;Irish Times&amp;nbsp;Poetry Now Award&amp;nbsp;for 2013. &amp;nbsp; Clifton is nominated for&amp;nbsp;The Winter Sleep of Captain Lemass;&amp;nbsp;he previously won this most prestigious award in 2008 for&amp;nbsp;Secular Eden.



Winners will be announced on Sept 7.&amp;nbsp; Stay tuned for the results!


--Megan Latta
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“The Fetch”

Ciaran Carson



I woke. You were lying beside me in the double bed,

prone, your long dark hair fanned out over the downy pillow.



I’d been dreaming we stood on a beach an ocean away

watching the waves purl into their troughs and tumble over.



Knit one, purl two, you said. Something in your voice made
me think

of women knitting by the guillotine. Your eyes met mine.



The </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/08/remarks-on-carsons-fetch-from-for-all_12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8002678878820436616</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Aug 2013 16:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-12T12:10:11.305-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ciaran Carson</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">For All We Know</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lit. Crit.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Love Poem</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Wake Forest</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WFU Press</category><title>Reading Carson&#39;s &quot;The Fetch,&quot; from For All We Know, Part One</title><atom:summary type="text">
&quot;The Fetch&quot;

Ciaran Carson



To see one&#39;s own doppelganger is an omen of death.

The doppelganger casts no reflection in a mirror.



Shelley saw himself swimming towards himself before he

drowned.

Lincoln met his fetch at the stage door before he was shot.



It puts me in mind of prisoners interrogated,

of one telling his story so well he could see himself



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We at the press remain very excited about this book and the wealth of talent it contains</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/07/the-wake-forest-series-of-irish-poetry.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqPA_SysMkNDmx-FfpPhCGZglCdRNbfbknvWFSqCkSKilxaOLuTXn0qWc6CuFOWXBM2mcZb1V8HqbBGLAIOl5uVCMpKMRxRfgFutFdlVMEUY5avEFA7nc2-6pbWA0s5Nkb3uOkhDxXhFY/s72-c/photo.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8515573625841686174</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jul 2013 17:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-12T12:12:56.205-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Brendan Kennelly</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><title>Kennelly to Collaborate with Daughter on Authorized Biography</title><atom:summary type="text">Evincing a bit of the good-humored aplomb for which he&#39;s long enjoyed a reputation as a people&#39;s poet among his Irish readership, Brendan Kennelly quipped that he&#39;d &quot;have to throw myself around in the sea in Ballybunion to shock my childhood memories back.&quot; Kennelly and daughter Doodle will reportedly begin work on the biography next month, in the poet&#39;s native Kerry. You can read more about the </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/07/kennelly-to-collaborate-with-daughter_8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-6001529489230649073</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Jul 2013 17:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-07-03T13:28:21.433-04:00</atom:updated><title>Our New Website Is Live</title><atom:summary type="text">At long last, and after much blood, sweat, and data-entry, we&#39;ve finally launched our new website. Check it out at&amp;nbsp;http://cdn.wfupress.wfu.edu/, where you&#39;ll find an updated product catalogue, a streamlined order and payment system, a general aesthetic facelift, and links to our Facebook and Twitter pages.</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/07/our-new-website-is-live.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8636707424723989243</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Jun 2013 19:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-20T15:27:38.274-04:00</atom:updated><title>&quot;Belfast Confetti,&quot; Writers Workshops, and Modern Security</title><atom:summary type="text">&quot;The subversive half-brick, conveniently hand-sized, is an essential ingredient of the ammunition known as &#39;Belfast confetti&#39;, and has been tried and trusted by a generation of rioters.&quot;--Ciaran Carson, &quot;Brick&quot;What happens when the &quot;real world&quot; gets in the way of creativity?  Glenn Patterson happened to be leading a workshop for the Fermanaugh Writers in Enniskellen--while the G8 summit was in </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/06/belfast-confetti-writers-workshops-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-6614273191820578998</guid><pubDate>Wed, 19 Jun 2013 16:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-08-22T16:33:04.132-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Justin Quinn</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem of the Week</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry volume 3</category><title>Poem of the Week: &quot;Landscape by Bus&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">A poem by Justin Quinn, from the upcoming&amp;nbsp;Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry, volume III


&quot;Landscape by Bus&quot;

Look out the window--half
A landscape, half its trees.
Switch focus. Reflections of
The rest float by on these.

At sixty miles an hour
The world&#39;s being folded back
Into a suitcase. &amp;nbsp;Where
Oh where will I unpack?</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/06/landscape-by-bus.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-516623065412083999</guid><pubDate>Thu, 06 Jun 2013 16:25:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-06-06T14:09:41.300-04:00</atom:updated><title>The Poetry Project</title><atom:summary type="text">


Harry Clifton’s poem “Picardy” was highlighted in the latest
piece for The Poetry Project. &amp;nbsp;Take a few moments to just breath and enjoy a mental health break with this
combination of poetry and natural imagery: &amp;nbsp;David Farrell and Harry Clifton, &quot;Picardy&quot;&amp;nbsp;.








&quot;Picardy&quot; is from Clifton&#39;s volume&amp;nbsp;Secular Eden, winner of the 2008 Irish Times Poetry Now award. &amp;nbsp;If you </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/06/the-poetry-project.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidBhLLpKAyUfnVPv66yA2eJfaNxg3bx2M1BOCAtWZFIdERHvYXJYwJTY8S34EY9hHjE2c0-sVrZQbDTNFJXPekYm64L61DyPEEvyfF-_L-P3sdmyIjPxZ0QqwlRzhFSeTmcs3OOfiMeGY/s72-c/HarryClifton1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8870137489446130771</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 18:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-30T14:15:23.253-04:00</atom:updated><title>Louis MacNeice Poetry Evening</title><atom:summary type="text">
On May 17th, in conjunction with Ireland’s National Poetry Day celebrations, contemporary poets gathered to mark the 50th anniversary of Louis MacNeice’s death. Sinéad Morrissey, Ciaran Carson, Lucy Caldwell, and others joined together for readings at Ulster Hall in Belfast. MacNeice also has an international appeal, as demonstrated by the participation of Bermudian poet Paul Maddern (as noted </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/05/louis-macneice-poetry-evening.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhijMeEJv6_3x8SxVWf-vY7vioeZpSiRfgnNSMfE56ms23tg_fdf74g81aKG2Yjt35biInaglj2LuQniUkSZWbrCgWA15seo60W8nFfLSTFZdwzuUBo0M4_u_d6tRQVTTTn7sIr1kBoPH0/s72-c/MacNeice+Cover+FINAL+17Jan13+(2).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-2650597699341433952</guid><pubDate>Thu, 30 May 2013 17:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-30T13:25:32.831-04:00</atom:updated><title></title><atom:summary type="text">Ah, John Montague! He and Paddy Maloney are appearing together tomorrow, May 31st, at the Arms Hotel as part of the Listowel Writers Week. You may know that the Chieftains got their name from one of John&#39;s poems long ago, so it&#39;s particularly apt that they&#39;re doing poetry and music together at the festival. And Montague received the John B. King Lifetime Achievement Award at the this week there, </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/05/ah-john-montague-he-and-paddy-maloney.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRkkJXQUJoexioV_fH9iG-3RA4FZAdimpftIvMQLyGOJDgKOuCbMGWTkcBBN5KXAU_592T3K5JBGtdUrvwB6PgEKB-SLunxsgikn_hl9WCKowmuJN886-QkAqssjQE-un9ic7cK5kqTtI/s72-c/John+Montague+by+Mark+Kelleher+.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-5537700618480749160</guid><pubDate>Fri, 17 May 2013 15:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-05-17T11:10:29.453-04:00</atom:updated><title>Wake: Up to Poetry Reading and Celebration</title><atom:summary type="text">

If you weren&#39;t able to make it to our Wake: Up to Poetry reading and celebration last month, you&#39;re in luck. Thanks to The Wake Forest Interdisciplinary Performance and Liberal Arts Center (iPLACe) and the Wake Forest Documentary Film Program, we now have this lovely video of highlights from the event. We hope you enjoy these excerpts from the readings along with interviews from the contest </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/05/wake-up-to-poetry-reading-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://img.youtube.com/vi/lDVeLeP-rlI/default.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-7490319971846882270</guid><pubDate>Fri, 26 Apr 2013 20:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-26T16:48:52.156-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem of the Week</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry volume 3</category><title>Poem of the Week</title><atom:summary type="text">Do you have a memory of a childhood trip? &quot;Going Places&quot; by John McAuliffe from the upcoming Wake Forest Series of Irish Poetry Volume III, is a tribute to such journeys. As we get older, it is sometimes comforting to remember the times when we got to sit in the backseat and imagine &quot;giant invisible horses&quot;, instead of focusing on the reality of adulthood in which one must sit in the front seat </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/04/poem-of-week_26.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhA9-UagrJb96XpyPzuTOWRHzQpyxPhbX1womqhgz-OnGGxXhcRNhNBMM7hKAYvPu0kLqtm7i52GZyyT3CUhYX8IVqDqgGjvonHhm4RH6L6SdjHyLZG5y6gArxZPhTcBfcBH0cvan6Qe2M/s72-c/goingplaces.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-6678067500768941393</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 18:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-23T14:16:05.100-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Ileana Mălăncioiu</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Women&#39;s Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Lit. Crit.</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poetry Review</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Antioch Review</category><title>&quot;Legend of the Walled-up Wife&quot; featured in &quot;The Antioch Review&quot;</title><atom:summary type="text">The spring 2013 issue of&amp;nbsp;The Antioch Review&amp;nbsp;takes a thoughtful look at our recent volume,&amp;nbsp;Legend of the Walled-up Wife,&amp;nbsp;Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin&#39;s&amp;nbsp;translations of Ileana Mălăncioiu&#39;s poetry. &amp;nbsp;Written under the Ceaușescu regime, the book has dark, chilling imagery throughout and critic Benjamin S. Grossberg writes: &quot;Mălăncioiu often blurs the line between life and death</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/04/legend-of-walled-up-wife-featured-in.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwjKhkly6gu0WDpxrey-wjsL6p78cedioI-5q7QVKVjheJtE3oiQkTkGU3zxgH77tOHForHDrIWJA5A8h86TYEcDsLMniZeGgT7_Vg6im4phRmYw3DHi4gFfuDP5uRkDAUIzGYAapvEeM/s72-c/legend+smallestcropped+Aug.+31,+2012+(1).jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-5574776360492467826</guid><pubDate>Mon, 22 Apr 2013 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-22T11:31:35.819-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">The Sun-fish</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WFU Press</category><title>A Reading by Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin </title><atom:summary type="text">
Our very own Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin reads “The Polio Epidemic” from The Sun-fish.




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Video courtesy of The Gallery Press


Visit our website and order your copy of The Sun-fish today!&amp;nbsp;
</atom:summary><link>http:///2013/04/a-reading-by-eilean-ni-chuilleanain.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-8547927464471674646</guid><pubDate>Fri, 19 Apr 2013 18:03:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-19T14:03:44.938-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Medbh McGuckian</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Poem of the Week</category><title>Poem of the Week</title><atom:summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp;


Welcome to &quot;The Realm of Nothing Whatever&quot;. 

We have unusual hours. It is only when you are groggy and not quite awake that you can quietly enter this dreamlike space and&amp;nbsp;see&amp;nbsp;striking simliarities between unalike things.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Before you can articulate what you have seen, the time of day is gone. 

You are awake. 

Careful with the door on the way out. 



The Realm of </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/04/poem-of-week_19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0ZzpeAwa05ZVpmFlmjUyyg6mukc0WT9NZnfK5uGkYMv2tupjOBfGb43ulDpHQH_9lVHwdlAslI9hFhGYzGp2QV_KOIkJyHCYxg6vcm0WyGymrzpfdXpJwagW-RnJkhAJWthaQ8foJipo/s72-c/untitled.png" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2993140733507216321.post-2988202301902220135</guid><pubDate>Wed, 17 Apr 2013 16:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2013-04-17T12:19:11.214-04:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Irish Poetry</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Louis MacNeice</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">WFU Press</category><title>Historic Photograph Featuring Louis MacNeice Up for Grabs</title><atom:summary type="text">





Literary Giants: From left, Louis MacNeice, T.S. Eliot, Ted Hughes, W.H. Auden&amp;nbsp;

and Stephen Spender at Faber and Faber publishing party

If you’re looking to be the owner of a rare literary moment in history, look no further! This iconic photograph shows the five men congregating at a party organized by their publisher, Faber and Faber. Taken in 1960 by photographer Mark Gerson, the </atom:summary><link>http:///2013/04/historic-photograph-featuring-louis.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (WFU Press)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6VqLxB79wR-uQgTOqxJToV62U7uiyPG7nA7q7JwkX8Ko36Bi3Y7uAPUr2Y_-aAtVXfgfFd1RMYTjATIVEO2I2IOITtowMHze_sw5HVttBCLlpsCV4Nr-Q5tkdL03huCWSPQXWkzwHsIs/s72-c/writers-2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item></channel></rss>