I always had a superstitious fear of setting up a too well-designed writing place and then finding that the writing had absconded.
SEAMUS HEANEYPoetry is always slightly mysterious, and you wonder what is your relationship to it.
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I have begun to think of life as a series of ripples widening out from an original center.
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The completely solitary self: that’s where poetry comes from, and it gets isolated by crisis, and those crises are often very intimate also.
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Then as the years went on and my listening became more deliberate, I would climb up on an arm of our big sofa to get my ear closer to the wireless speaker.
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Manifesting that order of poetry where we can at last grow up to that which we stored up as we grew.
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A person from Northern Ireland is naturally cautious.
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What I’ve said before, only half in joke, is that everybody in Ireland is famous. Or, maybe better, say everybody is familiar.
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I think that water is immediately interesting. It’s just, as an element, it is full of life. It is associated with origin; it is bright – it reflects you.
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I think of Dermot Healy as the heir to Patrick Kavanagh.
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I’m very conscious that people dear to me are alive in my imagination – poets in particular.
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Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.
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The faking of feelings is a sin against the imagination.
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I would say that something important for me and for my generation in Northern Ireland was the 1947 Education Act, which allowed students who won scholarships to go on to secondary schools and thence to university.
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The murder of Sean Brown hurt my soul.
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History says, ‘Don’t hope on this side of the grave.’
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My language and my sensibility are yearning to admit a kind of religious or transcendent dimension. But then there’s the reality: there’s no Heaven, no afterlife of the sort we were promised, and no personal God.
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