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CHANGES TO WRITERS’ WEEK, A PRIZE-WINNING POEM, A FIELD OF DOLLIES, AND A NOT-TO-BE-MISSED BOOK
Last month I told you about some changes proposed for Listowel Writers’ Week. They were implemented and did not result in any additional quality to the festival which had been running without a hitch and with an improved programme each time since 1971.
The row which started in 2022 could not be resolved. The
veteran committee was dismissed on foot of a consultant’s report
recommending restructuring, including the appointment of a professional
curator. The committee had been, “unceremoniously disbanded without explanation.” A curator, one Stephen Connolly from Belfast was appointed curator.
The result was pretty well summed up by Tom McElligott in the Kerryman Newspaper.
Tom points out that many regular events were omitted, including the
much loved and popular children’s programmes. One of the highlights for
me was the feast of drama every day and night in Saint John’s Theatre.
The new brushes in their clean sweep didn’t see fit to use this
wonderful theatre at all. Any open mic sessions run by Writers’ Week
were badly attended but the day was saved in that area by John McGrath’s
outdoor session and Billy Keane’s marathon Healing Session neither of
which had any connection with the official programme. What was the need
for the change? Tom McElligot says, “The latest financial statements
of Writers’ Week for the year ending August 31st 2022 shows the Company
to be in rude financial health.”
Sandra Behan, a prolific poet commented, “Unfortunately
the events that I came to Listowel for over the past ten years were
dropped this year. While I enjoyed myself with the glorious weather it
was a bitter-sweet Writers’ Week for me. “
While I also enjoyed myself it was nothing like the
twenty-four previous ones that I attended. Through the “change and
decay, ” the Fringe Events carried it. Thank God for people like Sandra,
poet Michael Gallagher, John McGrath, Billy Keane, and a few others.
Many top acts were missing because of what has happened. We can only
hope that 2024 will see this wonderful festival in the culture capital
of Ireland return to its former glory
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ANGELS
Michael Gallagher is a poet from Achill Island now living in Lyreacrompane, County Kerry. His poems in multiple genres have appeared in publications worldwide. This Achill Islander worked in London for forty years and this is how fellow poet Gabriel Fitzmaurice summed up "Stick on Stone," Michael’s first collection, “Mike Gallagher's work, at its best, is searingly honest, angry, tender, hurt, ironic. His is the emigrant’s voice, powerful and memorable. I welcome this, his first book, and know that it will touch his readers as profoundly as it has touched me…”
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Michael retired to Listowel in 1999, where he was a founder
member of Listowel's Seanchai Writer's Group and Editor of The First
Cut, an online literary journal. His prose, poetry, haiku, and songs
have been published in Ireland and throughout Europe, America,
Australia, Nepal, India, Thailand, Japan, and Canada. His writing has
been translated into Croatian, Japanese, Dutch, German, and Chinese. He
won the 2009 Samhlaiocht Poetry Slam, and the 2010 Michael Hartnett
Viva Voce competition; he was short-listed for the Hennessy Award in
2011 and won the Desmond O’Grady International Poetry Contest in 2012.
And it was no surprise to anyone when he won first prize at
the prestigious Maureen Beasley Poetry Competition in Listowel on June
04th. The winning poem "Angels" is about brutal treatment meted out to
young women in Ireland in a less enlightened age; an era not that long
passed.
Angels.
By Michael Gallagher.
Mattresses airing at open windows -
this lingering vision has scarred his sixty years;
his abiding childhood recollection:
if it rains today, we'll all sleep wet again tonight,
his mother had traipsed this same long hall,
was told: Sit there, sign that. Give him up!
Barely two weeks earlier, she had transgressed,
screamed in labour; frog-marched to an outhouse;
legs apart, she gave birth standing over
a steel commode, torn, left unstitched;
and the cold-eyed nun moved slow from bead to bead,
asked if it now was worth the few minutes
of passing pleasure.
Kept behind locked doors and iron gates,
a hundred pounds would have bought her freedom -
its lack condemned her to a lifetime of scrubbing
floors or clothes, cutting grass on hands and knees,
mending potholes; no letters, no talk, no bras,
name changed, hair cut, experiments – other parallels;
this the penance for her whore's droppings,
atonement for leading faceless men astray,
for being pretty, for being naive,
for being woman.
And her stolen child, a chattel, shovelled
from home to foster home, exploited, ostracised,
dragged through nettles, sleeping with pigs,
whipped and flogged, pot-bellied for want of food,
unloved, unschooled, a life blighted
and the torment of not understanding why.
A thwarted search for belonging, for a lost mother,
her illegitimate children symbols
of defiance of the church’s power –
they were not meant to meet again,
all part of their shared punishment.
The search for his infant sister,
neglected to death -
where to start among the hundreds
of communal graves; no headstones,
only a home made nail in a granite wall
to mark her anonymous presence;
was she coffined in a shoebox,
was she dumped in at pit filled to the brim
with baby bones? Bastard bones, unworthy
of investigation, of explanation.
So, we resealed the slabs that hid our sad, sordid secrets;
said prayers over the uncounted numbers, the unremembered names,
then taught ourselves to forget; taught ourselves to despise
and abuse and punish girls, stole their children,
buried them without respect or dignity;
crossed ourselves, smug in a theocracy that rained
Hail Marys and Holy Rosarys and Our Fathers
from one Saint Swithen's Day to the next. Our fathers?
What of our unblamed fathers, skulking in anonymity;
what of our church that created the sin, allotted the blame,
turned our minds; what of our state, supine in its collusion,
blind-eyed to the brutality carried out in its name.
Fools, did they not know that innocence, wronged,
never rests, that we would not escape its haunting?
© Michael Gallagher.
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THREADS
Still in Kerry. “ The apparel oft proclaims the man. " So
said the Bard. And of course, there is some validity in the line. What
we wear tells a lot about us. For instance, showy clothes may suggest
that the wearer is a superficial type of person. But what does the
clothes choice of Irish men tell us about them? Threads by Paul Galvin enlightens us. With lines like, “Tailored suits are through we can examine men’s relationship with clothing.”
Paul Galvin was born on November 02nd 1979, in Lixnaw,
County Kerry. He played Gaelic football with his local club Finuge,
his divisional side Feale Rangers, and for the Kerry County team between
2003 and 2014. Galvin had the honour of being named as the 1000th
All-Star Award. He also represented Ireland in the 2004 International
Rules Series. As a teacher, he moulded the minds of the young in his
native Kerry for years.
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Then as a thirty-year-old he embarked on a new career, as a
clothes designer. To date, he has created fifteen men’s collections with
Dunne’s Stores. "Threads" is a well-researched collection of the
stories of Irish men who were an integral part of the culture and
fashions of their time. The information he collected is assimilated and
written as only a north Kerryman could do it. Should this book be
described as an encyclopaedia? In 1962 a schoolmate brought Indian ink
back from England and I stupidly, tattooed blue spots on my fingers.
Why am I telling you about my defaced digits? Because until now I didn’t
know that Samuel F. O’Reilly, born in 1854 in Waterbury, Connecticut
invented the tattoo gun. In the chapter "Tattooed Man" the author from
Lixnaw imparts that information.
Paul’s research led him down many interesting alleyways and
resulted in him going on tangents which are gems in their own right, He
Tells us that Born Mad the story of Samuel Beckett, “ . . . was
born and would be told through clothing. The interesting visuals brought
me to research his work and life story. It was through this research
that I discovered the compelling, competitive sportsman beneath the
slender frame.”
The chapter "Push" is not just about clothes. We are given
insight into the lives of the Walker brothers who cycled through a storm
for Ireland at the Stockholm Games in 1912 and survived hails of
bullets in 1916 and the War of Independence when fighting for Ireland’s
freedom.
Of his Bogman collection Paul says, ”You don’t hear many
designers talk about bog-holes inspiring a collection . . . the bog is
not a place for most people’s creative inspiration.” But Paul
Galvin is not most people. He knows about the beauty of the bog. I’ll
bet he would agree with his near neighbour, Sean McCarthy, who said. “The bog is not a place. The bog is a feeling. You don’t grow up in the bog. You grow up with the bog.”
The minute I finish this piece I promise I am going straight
to Dunne’s to buy something from the BOGMAN COLLECTION. And in the
meantime, I’m sure Paul Galvin/Dunne’s Stores will be justified in
quoting the French actress, Simone Signoret, who said, “ Chains do not
hold a marriage together it is Threads” Don’t miss this 330 pages of
pure delight.
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Cowboy hats, blonde curly wigs and extravagant outfits you
wouldn’t normally associate with Listowel were the order of the day on
June 24th as the football pitch that has hosted many a GAA match is
swarmed with a very different cohort of people, many covered in
rhinestones and sporting cowboy boots as they contribute to setting the
world record for the most amount of people “instantly recognisable” as
Dolly Parton.
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With over 1,137 Dolly-lookalikes in attendance, the town has set
the record for the largest gathering of people “wearing a full
head-to-toe Dolly Parton costume" after months of careful planning and
promotions. The importance of the Dolly Day event, held in aid of Kerry
Hospice and Comfort for Chemo Kerry, was reflected in the masses of
crowds, who had turned up to contribute to two deserving charities,
whilst having some fun doing so.
Busloads arrived from all across the country the field came
alive with excitement, as everyone sang their hearts out to Dolly
Parton’s 9 to 5 over the speaker.
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Among those in attendance was Dolly Parton’s right-hand man,
and Limerick native, Mr Eugene Naughton, who has held the position as
president of Dollywood since his appointment in 2019.
Liz Horgan of Finesse Bridal Wear told me, “I can
honestly say Dolly Day brought such fun into so many people’s lives! It
has given the town such a boost in every way. It proved yet again what a
wonderful town we live in. Absolutely everyone got behind it and
supported it in their own way. The minute people put the wigs on they
turned into 16-year-olds laughing & skitting. In a funny way the
wigs gave people a license to step out of their comfort zone and that
they did! Young & old participated.”
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This video was produced by Tom Fitzgerald
It is expected that the Guinness Book of Records will certify the record very soon.
See you in August.
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