Professional Documents
Culture Documents
ANU87
ANU87
Gerard Sheehy;
1. Power Sharing
Gavin Bourke;
1. The Past is Present Tense
2. Transcending Mind Movements
3. The Breaking Waters of catharsis
4. The Never Heard
5. The Death of the Shepherd
Michael Boyle;
1. A Child of the Forties
2. Inkwell
3. I Have Forgotten the Way to Dreenan School
Susie Gharib;
1. Embargoes on Light
2. The Ferryman
3. The Penitent Oscar Wilde: A Reading of De Profundis
4. Refugees
5. In Times to Come II
6. A Dwelling
7. Zenith
Fred Johnson;
1. 1941
Richard Halperin;
1. The Death of Dali
2. People in a Dairy
3. Landowska Plays Bach
4. Madly Singing in the Mountains
Gary Beck;
1. Motifs
2. Measurements
3. Winter Gift
4. State of Disunion
5. Machine Learning VI
6. Determinant
On The Wall
Souran Kurdpour;
1. Several drawings
Editorial
It isn’t every day you get to write an editorial celebrating the end of a Decade but that
is exactly what I’m doing. Ten years ago I started my journey into further education and
eventually this magazine after attending sessions with a Psychiatrist. They advised that I get
out and try to challenge myself as part of my coping mechanism for the Depression, learn
something new.
I signed up with an adult learners course at SERC and it was the Access to
Humanities option, at no point had I considered following it into University but the support
they gave and the encouragement I received especially for my English Literature module led
into attending Queen’s University Belfast and eventually graduating with a JS HONs BA Eng
Ancient History degree. Technically I’ve graduated four times from Queen’s over the years.
Unfortunately, I also graduated with a permanent debilitating life altering spinal
injury which left me in constant pain and needing the use of mobility aids to get around so
yes ten years of constant agony isn’t fun. I lost hope several times along that path the pain is
at times so debilitating that it can affect mood, suicidal thoughts were a problem. Still I had a
great support network and helped see me get through it.
A New Ulster has been running for seven years now and over the last year and a bit
there have been some issues getting it out on time, Windows 10 bugs and incompatibility
issues with some of the hardware on my computer even though it isn’t that old has seen m
losing internet access at the most inconvenient of times. Then of course there have been
health issues hospital appointments and so much more that sometimes it doesn’t feel like
there are enough hours in the day. Yes this was meant to be the December issue is technically
is but it is also the end of a Decade so here it is late but live none the less.
Gavin was born in 1977 in Tallaght, Dublin, where he lived for twenty-four
years. He holds a B.A. Degree in Humanities from DCU and a Masters
Degree in Modern Drama Studies from UCD. He has worked in Library
Service for twenty years. He has worked in Mobile Library Services for
both South Dublin County Council and Dublin City Council serving some
of our most marginalised communities. He worked as a librarian and
outreach manager in Coolock Library for eight years. He was appointed as a
Senior Librarian in 2017. He was shortlisted for The Redline Book Festival
Poetry Award in 2016. His work covers a broad range of subject matter
including nature, time, memory, addiction, mental health, human
relationships, politics, contemporary social issues and injustice as well as
urban and rural life, both past and present. He is married and lives in
County Meath.
The Past in the Present Tense
(Gavin Bourke)
and amygdala.
without intention.
into dichotomousness.
of the within.
the life,
the struggle,
of everything,
Normal-abnormal, abnormal-normal.
Nowhere to hide,
no quick fixes.
No morphine for the mind.
slowly forming.
is to be truly human.
The Never Heard
An aunt of an aunt
in Portrane.
An uncle of an uncle
in Mullingar.
Never seen,
Never photographed,
often imagined,
Numb,
struck dumb,
denominator.
visiting houses.
The Death of the Shepherd
(For Seámus Ó’Domhnaill)
the shepherd,
a hoof at a time,
beyond imprints.
simultaneously,
instantly to absence.
Back to life,
memory,
remembrance,
reverence.
Biographical Note: Arsalan Chalabi translated by Bawar Maroof
1.
America
Our hands
Have lost the streets independent lines
Let us all kill the whole asphalt roads
Set fire to the palaces
And scratch the US Dollars by our sick fingers!
2.
"I wish, alike the sun, I wouldn't see the dark nights"*
Michael is an Irish Language speaker and has also written articles for the
Irish language magazine “An t-Ultach
(Michael Boyle)
My first breath and cries of a child happened in my mother’s ancestral house “The Burn”in
Glenone. After about a week I came to Drummuck for the first time. I wasn’t aware at the
time but the mid-forties rationing was still in effect.
There were food shortages of certain items and this continued well into the late forties when
things improved.
HANDS
When I was about two years of age my grandmother took me out a wooden box that served
as my playpen. Then she said.
My father had just come in the back door with a bucket of fresh milks as he had just milked
the cows. He continued.
“You know when young Micheal grows up he will be a good help with the hay but I do be
thinking he won’t be that much of farmer or even a dealing man.”
So talk about predestination for me I wouldn’t be a farmer but there was never any chat of
what I could do. With out strong hands there was little chance of working at construction.
So many jobs required were manual and even today you can identity a persons occupation
by looking at their hands, In a sense from the get go there was an air of envibilty So what to
do with my life.
TEETH
One cold frosty morning when I was about four a cousin of ours from county Tyrone Mrs.
Mary Sweeney came to our house collecting money for the African Missions. Even though
times were tough after the war my mother gave her a small donation to the cause. Now the
kicker came just before she was leaving she looked me straight in the eye and said.
‘Oh my blessed little one you are so special.” Then she turned to my mother
“He has a gap in his front teeth and this means that he will travel away from here and he
will never be able speak our native tongue.”
My mother was glad to show her the door and was clearly upset enough to ask for her
donation back.
When I was small I was conscious very early in life that I was different. I had blazing fire
engine curly red hair. I stood out a mile away. Added to this I had thick lips protruding and
large Celtic ears. I had to endure name-calling and later more of a racial taunt and I once
heard the N word. Some suggest that taunting of red heads is the last taboo but I must say
when I went to local school this was never a problem. We had a large number of red haired
families like the Cushleys, Grants and Hamills. We were not a minority and all my
classmates respected red haired students. They knew ,of course not, to tangle with my good
friends Donard and Joe Hamill and my brother Brian. I had very small eyes and very often I
was affectionately called “googley eyes” I have mentioned already about my grandfather
‘Deef” Harry. My mother was always concerned about my hearing and once she took me to
a specialist in Magherafelt hospital. The surgeon had a gruff blunt manner and told my
mother make sure that youngster washes his ears.
FEET.
Many older people have remarked that I never ever did crawl as an infant but I always
seemed to run. At an early age I could run jump in my tiny black gutty slippers. Of course
this meant I could run away from danger or at other times I could run into an unknown
danger just ahead of me. At an early age I didn’t have any idea of looking before you leapt.
Today, as I reflect on the pattern of my life I feel more information and advice would have
helped in some of my decisions in later life.
…………………………………………………INK WELL
(Michael Boyle)
The oak bolted desks always had the ink well on the right.
And never ever lean heavy on your nib with all your might.
The oak bolted desks always had the ink well on the right.
Inky fingers and inky clothes, that inky face- what a fright.
Friday morning monitor fill wells from the bottle with a spout.
And never ever lean heavy on a nib with all your might.
Chalk and slates, wooden floors, blotting paper, pens and nibs.
The oak bolted desks always had the ink well on the right.
Stuffed with paper or gum -but now our own ink well decays.
And never ever lean heavy on your nib with all your might.
The oak bolted desks always had the ink well to the right.
And never ever lean heavy on your nib with all your might.
I HAVE FORGOTTEN THE WAY TO DREENAN SCHOOL
(Michael Boyle)
Nancy Anne Miller is a Bermudian poet with seven poetry collections. Boiling Hot (Kelsay
Books 2018) is her most recent. She is published internationally in journals such as
Edinburgh Review, Poetry Ireland Review, Salzburg Review, Agenda, Stand, The Fiddlehead,
The Caribbean Writer. She is a MacDowell Fellow and Bermuda Arts Council Grant recipient.
No One
Tombstones a reminder of
Neither
(Susie Gharib)
In times to come,
the snow will cease to chill
what slumbers on yonder hill,
my fluid will,
and wings that hate to stand still.
In times to come,
the air will breathe with ease,
unhampered by industries,
insulating disease,
wreathing with fragrance the texture that heals.
In times to come,
each fire we kindle will roam
in forests, at home,
illuminating each lawn
with the coolness of foam.
In times to come,
the earth will cease to boil
with floods and oil,
with wires that coil
tainting its soil.
A Dwelling
(Susie Gharib)
FRED JOHNSTON
Biographical Note: Richard W. Halperin
Richard W. Halperin holds Irish and U.S. nationality and lives in Paris. His most
recent poetry collection via Salmon/Cliffs of Moher is Catch Me While You Have the
Light, 2018. His most recent collection via Lapwing/Belfast is Sunday Visits. His
work is part of the UCD Irish Poetry Reading Archive. Readings scheduled so far in
2020 are On the Nail/Limerick, 6 February; and the Heinrich Böll Memorial
Weekend,. 1-3 May/Achill Island
The Death of Dali
(Richard W. Halperin)
Buñuel too, but that’s another poem although his Robinson Crusoe
Detail. Well, Dali, no? I write this at the local pizzeria, Paris.
The Secret Affairs of Mildred Wild. But I digress. Dali, did I say?
(Richard W. Halperin)
(Richard W. Halperin)
In gum.
We can hear it
On Parnell’s funeral
In gum.
He nails it:
As an intelligent mob.
(Richard W. Halperin)
Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked
as an art dealer when he couldn't earn a living in the theater. He has also
been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His original plays and
translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced
Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of
literary magazines and his published books include 21 poetry collections, 7
novels, 3 short story collections and 1 collection of essays. Published poetry
books include: Dawn in Cities, Assault on Nature, Songs of a Clerk,
Civilized Ways, Displays, Perceptions, Fault Lines, Tremors, Perturbations,
Rude Awakenings, The Remission of Order and Contusions (Winter Goose
Publishing, forthcoming is Desperate Seeker); Blossoms of Decay,
Expectations, Blunt Force and Transitions (Wordcatcher Publishing,
forthcoming are Temporal Dreams and Mortal Coil); and Earth Links
(Cyberwit Publishing). His novels include a series ‘Stand to Arms, Marines’:
Call to Valor and Crumbling Ramparts (Gnome on Pigs Productions,
forthcoming is the third in the series, Raise High the Walls); Acts of Defiance
and Flare Up (Wordcatcher Publishing), forthcoming is its sequel, Still
Defiant); and Extreme Change will be published by Winter Goose
Publishing. His short story collections include: Now I Accuse and other
stories (Winter Goose Publishing), Dogs Don’t Send Flowers and other
stories (Wordcatcher Publishing) and The Republic of Dreams and other
essays (Gnome on Pig Productions). The Big Match and other one act plays
will be published by Wordcatcher Publishing. Gary lives in New York City.
Measurements
(Gary Beck)
to prolong continuation
as long as I am functional,
a mindless consumer
keeping me sentient
to concede to death,
by my arbitrary standard
(Gary Beck)
in elegant ermine,
to brief beauty.
But accumulation
impedes travel,
so quick removal
(Gary Beck)
Terrible events
school shootings,
denying democracy,
in a fractured government.
Intelligent people
alienating friends,
provoking enemies,
all is well.
Machine Learning VI
(Gary Beck)
(Gary Beck)
constructive efforts
SUBMISSIONS
NB – All artwork must be in either BMP or JPEG format. Indecent and/or offensive images will not be published,
and anyone found to be in breach of this will be reported to the police.
Please include your name, contact details, and a short biography. You are welcome to include a photograph of
yourself – this may be in colour or black and white.
We cannot be responsible for the loss of or damage to any material that is sent to us, so please send copies as
opposed to originals.
Images may be resized in order to fit “On the Wall”. This is purely for practicality.
E-mail all submissions to: g.greig3@gmail.com and title your message as follows: (Type of work here) submitted to
“A New Ulster” (name of writer/artist here); or for younger contributors: “Letters to the Alley Cats” (name of
contributor/parent or guardian here). Letters, reviews and other communications such as Tweets will be published
in “Round the Back”. Please note that submissions may be edited. All copyright remains with the original
author/artist, and no infringement is intended.
These guidelines make sorting through all of our submissions a much simpler task, allowing us to spend more of
our time working on getting each new edition out!
Biographical Note: Souran Kurdpour
Richard Halperin,
John Grady,
P.W. Bridgman,
Bridie Breen,
John Byrne,
Arthur Broomfield,
Silva Merjanin,
Orla McAlinden,
Michael Whelan,
Sharon Donnell,
Damien Smyth,
Arthur Harrier,
Maire Morrissey Cummins,
Alistair Graham,
Strider Marcus Jones
Our anthologies
https://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anu_present_voices_for_peace
https://issuu.com/amosgreig/docs/anu_poetry_anthology_-april