23.02.12
I see that the poetry establishment has predictably leapt to the defence of President Higgins by debunking the critic who dared to decry his verse -- Paul Durcan, insisting that Kevin Kiely had "no competence" to talk or write about poetry and... " Indeed , she recalled Northern Irish poets of her acquaintance describing rubbish poetry as "mad dog shite" -- a category, she argued, into which the poem in question "effortlessly slips". Perhaps Kevin Kiely went a bit far in his Books Ireland piece by deeming Michael D's verse a "crime against literature", but he offered a spirited and, I thought, persuasive justification when interviewed on radio by Pat Kenny, and anyway he was... Durcan and Co are reacting as if robust criticism of Michael D's literary endeavours is somehow a dreadful slur on a sainted figure.Source: Irish Independent

Apr 02, 2009 by Pretty Ugly | Posted in Homework Help
Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is crooked.
In "A Defence of Poetry," Percy Shelley states, "Poetry is a mirror which makes beautiful that which is distorted."
I know it's funky like that, but it is a way to use a quote.
Jan 04, 2009 by M2ask | Posted in Poetry
Anyone can write heroic couplets?
A bard who held his own mind and verse,
a man who stood his ground as it got worse.
He and I sing this song of mine:
writing that is called John Dryden -
I hope that works ...
Feb 23, 1397 by freemun | Posted in Poetry
Can you please help me on this question its higher level leaving cert in Ireland question....question: ''The appeal of Eavan bolands poetry'' using the title write an essay what you consider to be the appeal of bolands poetry...support your answer by
well I'm not going to answer it for you .. How will that help you in the long run like!
Basically split the question up.. Have an opening topic such as ''Eavan Bolands poetry appeals to me because I find it interesting to read, I can relate
by Chris Weige | Reckon
Poetry turns all things to loveliness. ” But poetry defeats the curse which binds us to be subjected to the accident of surrounding impressions. “The mind is its own place, and of itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven. it exalts the beauty of that which is most beautiful, and it adds beauty to that which is most deformed. it strips the veil of familiarity from the world, and lays bare the naked and sleeping beauty, which is the spirit of its forms. It makes us the inhabitants of a world to which the familiar world is a chaos. And whether it spreads its own figured curtain, or withdraws life’s dark veil from before the scene of things, it equally creates for us a being within our being. It transmutes all that it touches, and every form moving within the radiance of its presence is changed by wondrous sympathy to an incarnation of the spirit which it breathes: its secret alchemy turns to potable gold the poisonous waters which... It justifies the bold and true words of Tasso—“Non merita nome di creatore, se non Iddio ed il Poeta....
A reading of excerpts from Shelleys essay, which, to my mind, explicitly makes the assertion that he is a "romantic" poet sound hollow ...




