Showing posts with label Arlen House. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Arlen House. Show all posts
Thursday, 16 February 2017
UPCOMINGS EVENTS - IRELAND & ITALY
A month to the day since I last blogged. Good Lord, where does the time go? Spring has sprung, at least!
I had one deadline of 31st January (for novel #4, Becoming Belle) and now I'm on a deadline for my s/story collection, Joyride to Jupiter. So, between those two things, and much else, life has been hectic. But it's all good - New Island and I are discussing covers (such a joyful thing) for Joyride to Jupiter so the excitement for its June publication is building.
I'm also busily prepping for my masterclasses at the Irish Writers Centre (the course is sold out but there's a waiting list you can join.)
Meanwhile, I have a few events coming up:
- I'll be reading at the launch of the Arlen House poetry anthology Washing Windows, 2pm Saturday the 4th March in Pearse Street Library, Dublin.
- I'm giving a short story seminar in Florence, Italy on the 9th March at St Mark's Church at 2pm. And a reading that evening at the same venue at 6.30pm. More here.
- I will be interviewing my friend, and fellow The Peers member, Alan McMonagle about his début novel Ithaca on Monday 13th March in Backstage Theatre, Longford at 8pm, as part of the book's launch night shenanigans.
- I'm also giving a short story seminar at the Mountains to Sea festival in Dun Laoghaire on 25th March at 11am. More here.
- Also at Mountains to Sea I am taking part in the Heroes reading event and I'll be talking about (surprise, surprise) Emily Dickinson. Event info here.
Friday, 13 December 2013
PICS FROM ARLEN HOUSE/TOWER PRESS LAUNCH
Some pics from last night's Arlen House and Tower Press launch in Dublin. Thanks to all the lovely folk who came along, including my 86 year old aunt, Eta, who is the most positive person in Ireland. She smiled through Maighréad Medhbh's fantastic and provacative orgasm poem, delivered as only Maighréad can. Great stuff! I was raging I had to dash back to Galway afterwards for this morning's school run.
It's been a really odd Friday the 13th: lots of work things suddenly piling up (agent convo, pre-pub stuff for Scotland visits, tears over one aspect of one book, hope over an aspect of another). Life things tripping me up - the fridge I ordered? Turned out the order didn't go through so while I've been waiting.. My head is addled. Anyhow, pics:
It's been a really odd Friday the 13th: lots of work things suddenly piling up (agent convo, pre-pub stuff for Scotland visits, tears over one aspect of one book, hope over an aspect of another). Life things tripping me up - the fridge I ordered? Turned out the order didn't go through so while I've been waiting.. My head is addled. Anyhow, pics:
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Alan Hayes, publisher Arlen House, with books, lovely books, and Jane from Poetry Ireland |
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Alan McMonagle reading from Psychotic Episodes |
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Not dancing but yapping |
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Patrick Chapman reading from The Negative Cutter |
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Maighréad Medhbh, reciting |
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Geraldine Mitchell reading from Of Birds and Bones |
Monday, 9 December 2013
DUBLIN CHAPBOOK LAUNCH - THURSDAY!
I am delighted to be hosted by Arlen House for the Dublin launch of Of Dublin and Other Fictions. Arlen House are launching four books (two by members of my own writing group, The Peers - Patrick Chapman and Alan McMonagle) and are very generously letting me tag along. The other books are by two women writers I hugely admire: Geraldine Mitchell and Máighréad Medbh. All welcome!
Date: 12th December
Time: 6pm
Venue: Dublin City Library and Archive, 138-144 Pearse Street, Dublin 2
Wednesday, 20 November 2013
*OF DUBLIN* LAUNCH WITH ARLEN HOUSE
Date: 12th December
Time: 6pm
Venue: Dublin City Library and Archive, 138-144 Pearse Street, Dublin 2
Thursday, 9 May 2013
ALAN McMONAGLE INTERVIEW
I'm delighted to welcome writer and friend Alan McMonagle to WWR today to celebrate the publication of his new short story collection, Psychotic Episodes, by Arlen House.
Alan is a poet, playwright
and short fiction writer living in Galway. He
has received awards for his work from the Professional Artists’ Retreat in
Yaddo (New York), the Fundación Valparaiso (Spain), the Banff Centre for Creativity (Canada)
and the Arts Council of Ireland. He has contributed stories to many
journals in Ireland and
North America including The Adirondack
Review, The Valparaiso Fiction Review, Natural Bridge, Grain, Prairie Fire, Southword and
The Stinging Fly.
Liar Liar, his
first collection of stories appeared in 2008 (Wordsonthestreet) and was
longlisted for the 2009 Frank O’Connor International Short Story Award. The
title story from his second collection, Psychotic
Episodes, (Arlen House, April 2013) was nominated for a 2011 Pushcart
Prize.
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Alan McMonagle at the launch of Psychotic Episodes, Cúirt 2013, Galway |
Hi Alan and welcome to WWR. You said in interview,
regarding short stories, ‘Stories are revelations, discoveries, confessions,
little explosions. They attempt to be of reality and, at the same time, to
stretch reality.’ Is the short story your natural 'home'? Or how do you see
yourself as a writer?
Because I am a restless (as well as a spontaneous) writer my
'natural' home as you put it, Nuala, is wherever my energies are presently
taking me. I flit anxiously and eagerly from form to form, and lengthy spells
can pass before anything nudges its tentative way across the finish line. For
me, it is a contradictory, mysterious, revelatory occupation - I have completed
stories in one sitting and have yet to finish poems started years ago.
Essentially, in my writing I like moving from what I know (which
isn't very much) and taking it towards what I don't know (which is vast). This
is a highwire act. And the wire is invisible! So, sometimes I fail (fall!) and I
admit this. So I start again and next time make sure I fail (fall!) better.
I know you count William Gay as a
favourite writer. Tell us why that is and which other writers do you count as
favourite short fiction writers and why?
William Gay achieved success at quite a late stage in his life. His
writing takes my breath away. It is beautiful and stark and lyrical. He trips a
switch, and fire and brimstone arrive. He has a hinterland. He knows twisted
lives, he has wonderful comic timing, he writes some of the sharpest dialogue
I've read. I recommend his collection I Hate
To See That Evening Sun Go Down.
I also like the Russian Sergei Dovlatov. He tried for years to get
out of Russia.
A couple of years after he managed to get to America he discovered in a disused
closet the suitcase he had taken with him. Inside the luggage holder were
twelve items he had deemed important enough to take with him, and each of the
dozen stories in his collection The
Suitcase reveals how he came to be in possession of each item. I so enjoy
his mordant humour. His matter-of-fact style. The absurdity and chaos of the
world as he experienced it.
I will always have a place on my shelf for the Armenian William
Saroyan. For his take on childhood. The confusion. The soon-to-be lost
innocence. The human comedy of it all.
I also enjoy Isaac Singer, Raymond Carver, Flannery O'Connor, Grace
Paley, Amy Hempel, Lorrie Moore, Etgar Keret, Roberto Bolaño, Carson McCullers,
Katherine Anne Porter, and Bruno Schulz.
What story do you love? (You know the
one that begs to be re-read over and over.)
Impossible to confine it to one.
Bullet in the Brain by Tobias Wolff. Six pages. An entire life packed into six pages. A
brilliant set-up. An inconceivable continuation. A mesmerising final image. And,
of course, it's about language and usage, how life can defeat a man, even a man
so initially enthusiastic about the possibilities of existence.
In the Cemetery Where Al
Jolson is Buried by Amy Hempel. This story proves
that humour and tragedy co-exist...
Araby from Dubliners. For the
language. For the concision. For the discovery the boy makes at the exotic
market that gives the story its name. A painful discovery, something you would
not necessarily wish upon one so young, but a valid discovery
nevertheless.
Others stories I regularly return to include The Gospel According To Mark by Jorge Luis Borges; Symbols and Signs by Vladimir Nabokov;
When We Were Nearly Young by Mavis
Gallant; Emergency by Denis Johnson; The Colonel Says I Love You by Sergei
Dovlatov; Last Night by James Salter
(I think you would love this story, Nuala).
I know it and I do love it; I love its slant view. Salter is a genius.
You write long and short fiction, as
well as poetry. Do you find a crossover of themes between them all? Or does
each stand alone for you?
Well, a poem is a poem; a story is a story; and until it lands on
the stage a piece of drama conveys purely through dialogue (spoken and
unspoken). That said, because my stories contain a lot of dialogue I often finish
a story and am asking myself can it be adapted. (I have adapted two recent
stories into radio plays, for example.) Also, I try to be brief and I suppose this
is partly how the poems arrive. Cutting lines I find more enjoyable than
accumulating paragraphs (which is why my longer fiction is currently resting in
an offshore drawer!) Ultimately, it is story I am attracted to, and how story
arrives will usually influence its final shape - be it short fiction, poem, or piece of drama. Naturally, thematic
considerations overlap, and more intriguingly perhaps, also the elements -
narrative, dialogue, imagery, tone, structure and so on.
Humour is important to you as a writer.
Are you drawn to funny work as a reader?
I try to use humour to bring something unfunny into relief. I don't
always succeed, but when I do, it is very satisfying. Woody Allen says comedy
equals tragedy plus time. I think humour and tragedy run together, co-exist.
Beckett (again) was probably the writer most attuned to this. To paraphrase his
own words, 'nothing matters, so everything matters.' Also, I think it was Chekhov
who said happy people write unhappy stories and unhappy people write happy
stories. Of course somehow blending these polar elements - the humorous and the
tragic - is the ideal. Lorrie Moore is great at this. Her stories read: Joke,
Joke, Joke, Joke, Joke, then comes the punch in the soul.
You have travelled a lot in South America and Europe. Do these travels influence your writing?
Travels influence my reading. The Uruguayan Eduardo Galeano. The
Chileno Roberto Bolaño. The Russian Sergei Dovlatov. The brilliant Pole Ryszard
Kapuscinski. Next up for me is the Bulgarian Aleko Konstantinov and the
Albanian Luan Starova.
Travelling hasn't influence my writing yet because I come with a
delay mechanism! However, someone close to me has thrown down the gauntlet and
suggested I put together a collection set completely outside Ireland. Knowing
myself, I'll probably begin at the airport...
You hold an MA in Writing from NUI Galway. Do you think it is a useful experience and/or
qualification?
The course is great for focus and discipline. A dream come true if you like to flit from one form to another. You can experiment. It's great for making like-minded friends. You will quickly feel part of a community. The qualification will provide you with credentials for future earning (teaching, editing, proofreading, and so forth) - because if there is one definite in life it is that you are not going to make money from the writing that is part of your soul.
The course is great for focus and discipline. A dream come true if you like to flit from one form to another. You can experiment. It's great for making like-minded friends. You will quickly feel part of a community. The qualification will provide you with credentials for future earning (teaching, editing, proofreading, and so forth) - because if there is one definite in life it is that you are not going to make money from the writing that is part of your soul.
What is your writing process – morning or night;
longhand or laptop? Are you a notebook user?
I tend to write in the morning and in the evening. I am not
productive during afternoons. I like to start longhand. If it's 'firm' I will
get to the laptop. I have a beautiful collection of notebooks from everywhere
that I am terrified to spoil with clumsy scrawl. A writing friend of mine
writes on whatever it is she has to hand - beer mat, napkin, loaf wrapper
blowing in the wind. She impales these loose jottings on a spike file and every
weekend she 'clears out' what she has accumulated, decides what is useful. This is
a good system, I think.
What advice would you offer beginning writers?
You must persevere. Writing is a minority sport. It is a game you
lose almost all the time. Read as widely as you can. Find your tuning forks.
And re-read these.
If you have been spoonfed the principles of good writing do not be
afraid to stray from them - especially if this is where your energies are
taking you. If you are getting something out of what you have written, there is
a good chance someone else will. Writing is an act of faith. And so,
ultimately, it is its own reward. Remember, every day is the first day.
Readers, you can read more about Alan and his upcoming readings, events etc. at his website here and you can buy Psychotic Episodes online or in person at Kennys and other good book shops.
Saturday, 17 March 2012
POEM FOR PADDY'S DAY
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Parade, Ballinasloe |
Beannachtaí na Féile oraibh - have a great Saint Patrick's Day! We will wear green, eat green and maybe even drink green. Well, maybe not the latter. I'm posting a poem as Gaeilge with its translation, from Tattoo ~ Tatú, for the day that's in it. It mentions spuds and poteen so it's properly Oirish :)
The photo is from last year's parade. This year's takes place tomorrow so as not to disrupt the Saturday market and other trade. Just as well, there is television style rain out there this morning. Tomorrow's supposed to be better. Have a good one!
Cleamhnas, 1933
Thug
sé dom prátaí:
cnapáin
agus póiríní,
iad
mór agus beag,
iad
crua agus bog.
Thug
sé dom poitín
a
las tine i mo ghoile,
ach
a rinne an luí leis
ábhairín
níos éascaí.
Thug
sé leis clann:
péire
leathfhásta,
iad
cúthalach, béasach,
páistí
a chéad ghrá.
Thug
sé leis báibín,
a
d’fhás faoi m’aprún,
sular
fhág mé m’athair,
mé
soineanta, solúbtha.
Thug
sé dom prátaí,
chomh
bán leis an ngealach,
chomh
buí le tornapa,
iad
searbh agus nimhneach.
Níor
thug sé dom
ach
meas madra.
Engagement, 1933
He
gave me spuds:
lumpers
and croppers,
big
ones and small ones,
hard
and soft ones.
He
gave me poteen
it
burnt my throat,
but
made lying with him
that
little bit easier
He
gave me his children:
a
half-reared pair,
they
were shy, obedient,
the
babes of his first love.
He
gave me my own child,
it
grew under my apron,
before
I left my father’s,
I
was innocent, pliable.
He
gave me spuds,
as
white as the moon,
as
yellow as turnip,
they
were bitter, poisonous.
All
he gave me
was
a dog’s life.
Wednesday, 25 January 2012
Virginia Woolf's Birthday - two poems
Virginia Woolf was born on the 25th January 1882 - 130 years ago today. So here's a (sad) poem for her birthday from my collection Tattoo ~ Tatú (Arlen House, 2007).
I'm reading Virginia's short fiction at the moment. Hmm. Finding it a bit impenetrable. But I will soldier on.
See below for a just added second poem for Virginia by Adam Wyeth.
See below for a just added second poem for Virginia by Adam Wyeth.
The
day collapsed on me:
there
was nowhere to go
but
full forward,
so
my feet stepped on,
surer
than I that
there
was no way back.
I
loaded the pockets
of
my smock with
stone
on grey stone,
and
stood on the bank
smelling
the river-stink,
watching
the churn of weeds.
A
wood-pigeon broke
from
a high branch,
and
I lifted my head
to
the slap-flutter of wings,
the
flash of a purple throat –
a
momentary distraction.
I
eased myself into the Ouse,
let
its wet fingers mangle me,
and
the weight of my dress
pull
me down and down.
The
river swallowed me,
closed
in over my head.
The
day had collapsed:
I
had nowhere to go
but
full, fast forward,
so
my feet stepped on,
surer
than I that
there
was no way back.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Addendum:
Adam Wyeth just posted this in the comments (at least I am presuming it was Adam Wyeth!!!). It is wonderful:
Who’s Afraid
The stone knew nothing.
Any one of them could
have been selected.
But this one had a particular
shape and feel that she liked.
*
In the golden country
amid the South Downs,
she runs –
needing to unravel
barbed wire knots
that tear her mind.
Then stops – beneath
a large beech tree –
pulls paper and pen
from her flowery pocket,
swiftly scribbles.
In the middle of a tunnel
the only way out
is to walk through everything.
But the light grows dim,
she runs out of paper.
It is final then.
She makes her way down to the river,
stops to pick up a heavy stone
and forces it into her pocket.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Addendum:
Adam Wyeth just posted this in the comments (at least I am presuming it was Adam Wyeth!!!). It is wonderful:
Who’s Afraid
The stone knew nothing.
Any one of them could
have been selected.
But this one had a particular
shape and feel that she liked.
*
In the golden country
amid the South Downs,
she runs –
needing to unravel
barbed wire knots
that tear her mind.
Then stops – beneath
a large beech tree –
pulls paper and pen
from her flowery pocket,
swiftly scribbles.
In the middle of a tunnel
the only way out
is to walk through everything.
But the light grows dim,
she runs out of paper.
It is final then.
She makes her way down to the river,
stops to pick up a heavy stone
and forces it into her pocket.
Wednesday, 4 January 2012
ARLEN HOUSE READING - PHOTOS
As usually happens to me, I was sick over Christmas so hereabouts
(and everything else) was neglected. I'm still a bit wonky but, very
belatedly, here are some photos of the Arlen House pre-Xmas showcase
reading in Galway City Library.
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Nuala and Órfhlaith Foyle |
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Alan Hayes, Publisher, Arlen House |
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Alan & the writers with fellow writer Patricia Burke-Brogan (standing) |
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Pat McMahon, County Librarian, launching the evening |
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Órfhlaith Foyle |
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Nell Regan |
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Neil Donnelly |
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Nuala Ní Chonchúir |
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Deirdre Brennan |
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The Skeff afterwards: Alan McMonagle & Juno size each other up over pints and chips |
Tuesday, 20 December 2011
READING IN GALWAY - TOMORROW!
ARLEN HOUSE
warmly invites you to celebrate beautiful books and enjoy a showcase reading by
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
TO THE WORLD OF MEN, WELCOME
Órfhlaith Foyle
SOMEWHERE IN MINNESOTA
Deirdre Brennan
HIDDEN PLACES : SCÁTHÁN EILE
Neil Donnelly
TULLAMORE TRAIN
Nell Regan
BOUND FOR HOME
Wednesday 21 December @ 6.00pm
Galway City Library
Augustine Street
Galway
Galway City Library
Augustine Street
Galway
RSVP: Alan Hayes, Publisher, ARLEN HOUSE at phone 086 8207617; Email: arlenhouse@gmail.com
Sunday, 11 December 2011
ARLEN HOUSE XMAS LAUNCH - GALWAY
ARLEN HOUSE
warmly invites you to celebrate beautiful books and enjoy a showcase reading by
Nuala Ní Chonchúir
TO THE WORLD OF MEN, WELCOME
Órfhlaith Foyle
SOMEWHERE IN MINNESOTA
Deirdre Brennan
HIDDEN PLACES : SCÁTHÁN EILE
Neil Donnelly
TULLAMORE TRAIN
Nell Regan
BOUND FOR HOME
Wednesday 21 December @ 6.00pm
Galway City Library
Augustine Street
Galway
Galway City Library
Augustine Street
Galway
RSVP: Alan Hayes, Publisher, ARLEN HOUSE at phone 086 8207617; Email: arlenhouse@gmail.com
Tuesday, 15 November 2011
JUNO CHARM LAUNCHES
Juno at the Pushkin Museum, Moscow |
The Juno Charm has its Dublin and Galway launches this week. All are welcome. I haven't seen the book yet but I am assured it is in transit and will be with me today. I can't wait to hold it.
DUBLIN LAUNCH
Wednesday 16th November, the Irish Writers' Centre, 7.30pm.
This is a joint Salmon Poetry/Arlen House launch for myself and Órfhlaith Foyle.
Both Órfhlaith and I will give readings and wine will be served.
GALWAY LAUNCH
Saturday 19th November, Gullane's Hotel, Ballinasloe, 2pm
As part of the inaugural Ballinasloe Literary Day.
Speaker: Mary Melvin Geoghegan (poet).
I will read from the book and there will be cake and tea :)
Friday, 11 November 2011
NEW LOOK 4 NEW BOOK & DUBLIN LAUNCH
My lovely webmaster has given my website a colour scheme overhaul to celebrate the publication of The Juno Charm. I love love love it; blue is one of my favourite colours. This is my eighth book which is kind of crazy when you say it out loud.
In other news, the Dublin launch for the book will take place next Wednesday in the Irish Writers' Centre at 7.30pm, in a joint Salmon Poetry/Arlen House launch for myself and Órfhlaith Foyle.
Both Órfhlaith and I will be giving readings, so come along for a great night which celebrates two wonderful independent publishers. See below for more details.
ARLEN HOUSE & SALMON POETRY
warmly invite you to celebrate the launch of three beautiful books
and enjoy a showcase reading by
Órfhlaith Foyle and Nuala Ní Chonchúir
who will read from their latest short fiction collections from Arlen House
Somewhere in Minnesota
and
To the World of Men, Welcome (expanded ed.)
Nuala will also read from her poetry collection The Juno Charm (Salmon)
Wednesday 16 November @ 7.30pm
Irish Writers’ Centre, Parnell Square, Dublin 1
RSVP: Alan Hayes, Publisher, ARLEN HOUSE at phone 086 8207617
Email: arlenhouse@gmail.com
Irish Writers’ Centre, Parnell Square, Dublin 1
RSVP: Alan Hayes, Publisher, ARLEN HOUSE at phone 086 8207617
Email: arlenhouse@gmail.com

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