About the poet
Ciaran Carson (b. 1948) is the author of nine books of poetry and four prose works, and the...
Suddenly as the riot squad moved in, it was raining exclamation
Nuts, bolts, nails, car-keys. A fount of broken type. And the
Itself - an asterisk on the map. This hyphenated line, a burst of
I was trying to complete a sentence in my head, but it kept
All the alleyways and side-streets blocked with stops and colons.
I know this labyrinth so well - Balaclava, Raglan, Inkerman,
Odessa Street -
Why can't I escape? Every move is punctuated. Crimea Street.
Dead end again.
A Saracen, Kremlin-2 mesh. Makrolon face-shields. Walkie-
talkies. What is
My name? Where am I coming from? Where am I going? A
fusillade of question-marks.
from The Irish for No (Gallery Press/Wake Forest University Press, 1987), copyright © Ciaran Carson 1987, used by permission of the author and publishers
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