John McCullough
John McCullough
And so I find myself stuck in the wrong century / like Peale, probing swampland for bones, / reassembling skeletons and stepping inside.
Andrew F. Giles
Beaks // and wings stick Tom's oscarworn face like butter to the film / in strips criss-crossing the set / ...
David Cooke
the bright beads / of his eyes swivelling / remorselessly // from one catastrophe / to another. And this / is what, so far, // has kept him alive
THE POEM: David Cooke on Derek Mahon’s “The Snow Party”
"What is certainly clear is that ‘The Snow Party’ is a minor masterpiece in which Mahon has gained maximum effect from minimum means by developing one central image."
Lies Van Gasse
One fought his silence here for days. Just like a word one lay and waited for sense, the swerve of speech. And one might bump into his eyes, anchored as...