I've only begun to allow myself acknowledge my shocked sense of loss when the UK voted for Brexit. A lifetime of divisions finally healing, now cracking... The ruptured landscapes of a divided island, divided family and divided history known personally and collectively. It's quite an amazing moment to be reading in Belfast Central library tomorrow at 3pm - as they celebrate 130 years of making books available and we verge on the edge of we know not quite what politically... I look forward to having an opportunity to voice what these cracks and memories have meant to me in poems such as When the Bombs Went Off.../ in Paris, New York, Gaza, Yemen.... (I wrote 'the poems went off' in error here first!) 'I thought of Belfast...'. Gather In: the oak tree of the poem; Derry, Doire, Doire Press who organised the visit; Ballinderreen where I wrote so many of the poems - town of the little oak, Requiem 2014, and to hear for the first time my fellow poets - Maurice Devitt and Louis Mulcahy - read from their new books.
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