Nicole Flattery is joined by writer Gavin Corbett to read and discuss Rebecca Ivory’s short story, ‘Arrivals’.
'The four Irish books I have chosen from last year reminded me, in different ways, that what we say is always tied to where and when we say it.'
‘At the end of the corridor, through a door, Sylvester emerged into a games room. A skittles alley games room. It was a long room, whose centre was two brightly polished skittles alleys, and the boy. For there was a boy. There was.’
Nicole Flattery is joined by writers Dean Fee and Emily Cooper to read and discuss Danielle McLaughlin’s short story, ‘Night of the Silver Fox’ and Mathew Sweeney's poem, ‘Donegal’.
'In this respect, The Maniac is as much about the present as the past [...] Von Neumann’s delusions, filtered kaleidoscopically via the imagined reminiscences of those who knew him, prefigure the madcap fantasies of today’s transhumanists, accelerationists and techno-optimists.'
‘Before I became a writer, I had already failed quite a lot. I like to think it was good practice.’
‘At the end of the corridor, through a door, Sylvester emerged into a games room. A skittles alley games room. It was a long room, whose centre was two brightly polished skittles alleys, and the boy. For there was a boy. There was.’
‘There’s just something about the way you are together. It’s a quiet sort of thing, but I’d say it works, doesn’t it?’
‘After a while he forgot he was dancing with his pen pal’s mother and he believed she forgot that he was the soft pouchy boy her daughter had brought home. That was the joy of it. They forgot themselves.‘
The text of our 2023 lecture, which was delivered by short-story writer and novelist, Evelyn Conlon.
So Gelon says to me, ‘Let’s go down and feed the Athenians. The weather’s perfect for feeding Athenians.’
‘Words slip on each other, he had thought. We get out from under what we know, we fail to get out from what we think. We never discover what thinking is.’
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‘At the end of the corridor, through a door, Sylvester emerged into a games room. A skittles alley games room. It was a long room, whose centre was two brightly polished skittles alleys, and the boy. For there was a boy. There was.’
‘Before I became a writer, I had already failed quite a lot. I like to think it was good practice.’
‘There’s just something about the way you are together. It’s a quiet sort of thing, but I’d say it works, doesn’t it?’