In some poems the author is doomed to hear the voice of the violin that once helped her compose, in others the rumble of traincar that stopped her writing them. Poems can have the scent of flowers, smell of plums. In Pushkin I hear the waters of Tsarskoe Selo. — Anna Akhmatova

Richard Bausch: in much literary fiction the conflict is USUALLY about something that cannot be resolved with some action. In so called COMMERCIAL or GENRE fiction, the conflict is USUALLY about something that can be resolved with some action or other.

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I'd suggest they read my poetry book, Games of Chance: A Gambler's Manual, exploring the how the distinction between art and science is human-made, like language and words. Games of Chance tosses words like knucklebones into the air, while seeking to predict the outcome.

And I sure the hell don't need you telling us what books we're going to read.

Congratulations to Luke!!

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Nice little stash.

George McWhirter, born and raised in Belfast, studied at Queens with Heaney, Robert Dunbar and Seamus Deane before moving to Canada. Winner of this year's Griffin Poetry Prize. I've had the pleasure of publishing several of George's stories in The Fiddlehead. He's a one of a kind!

See a couple of good Quebec books (from Baraka Books) in there from Gerard Beirne and Luke Francis Beirne amongst others! #quebecbooks #irishcanadian #contemporaryirishwriters

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"wild oh at 3 a.m." by Cheryl Donahue is featured in Poetry Ireland Review Issue 143 edited by Mícheál McCann. PIR Issue 143 is now available to purchase in bookshops nationwide and online. Buy Online here: bit.ly/pirissue Stockists nationwide: bit.ly/stockistspi

Excellent! New novella coming from Luke. #stjohnnoir

Christopher Ingraham🦗 The New York Times It's like "claimed without evidence" In normal discourse no real person has ever said "oh, he claimed without evidence," or "wow that photo was racially tinged" or "I'm gonna slap you for that sexually charged comment" They are euphemisms invented precisely not to be direct.

The debut novel from the Ondaatje Prize and Laurel Prize-winning author When artist Dominique receives a letter from her dying father, a reckoning with repressed memories and a pull for romantic and familial love sends shock waves through her life, as she journeys to Paris to

"Works of art are not born in flashes of inspiration but in a daily fidelity." Albert Camus

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Great to see my good friend (and astonishing writer) Mark Jarman is coming over from Canada with recently published Burn Man: Selected Stories (Biblioasis) "A Canadian master of the form.” —Gregory Cowles, New York Times

That seems to me to be the point of literature: to reveal the extraordinary in the ordinary. I speak to my students of that often while reminding them how extraordinary it is to be living on a planet rotating on its axis at 1699 km/hr while hurtling through space at 107000 km/hr.