This collection of new and published poetry reflects Meehan's paradoxical intimacy; the tones can be quiet, even private, but the private world erupts or is broken open by the public world, its violence, its insistent issues.
Last in my Paula Meehan series, so finally have read all of her collections, absolutely one of my top authors and excited for any future work of hers. More of the usual from Meehan, although there's a real sense of violence which is perpetuated in cycles. Corporal punishment at school, the endlessly turning wheel of maternal violence/love, the indescribable pain of love and being loved in return.
The collection felt a bit inaccessible to me. I just felt that Meehan’s experiences didn’t really align with my own as the topics were a bit more mature and also focused on Irish/Dublin culture.
I’m very glad I read this. The rhythm of the poems, their meter, and their imagery are powerful. Whether she is writing about sex, life, the inner-city, death, history - there is a wit and sparkle behind these poems. You really feel the poets life in these poems. There was much in here that led me to say - “I’ve got to remember this, hold on to this idea, this image.” Beautiful.