Timothy Brendan Kennelly, usually known as Brendan Kennelly, was an Irish poet and novelist. He was Professor of Modern Literature at Trinity College Dublin until 2005. Following his retirement he was a Professor Emeritus at Trinity College.
I discovered this writer at a Museum I visited last summer. And I was moved to tears by a poem he had written about his complicated relationship with his father. It struck something within me. I felt the poem too somehow. I made a promise to myself on that day that I would read more of his work. So when I came across this book at the library, I knew I had to read it. It’s so wonderful. I relate to it in ways I can’t begin to describe. It’s about… well it’s about so many things… aboht the contradictions and complications of life and yet also of life’s simplicities and the beauty that can be found in both! Also the fact that he is an Irish born writer makes Kennelly even more relatable. I loved his reference to Irish songs throughout this collection of poetry. I wish I could keep this one, not have to return it.
Probably the first long-form poem I've read since Wordsworth's The Prelude in school a couple of decades ago (hangs head in shame). The central image is a compelling one and there are memorable snippets and phrases here and there, but on the whole I found it pretty opaque. There seemed to be a lot of stuff which was either specific to Irish history and culture, or specific to Kenelly's personal experience which I didn't really get. I'm sure it was very cathartic for him to write, but it left me mostly mystified.