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Creative Writing at University College Cork Reading Series: Danielle McLaughlin

We are very happy to announce that our 2021 online reading series will continue on Wednesday 24th March, at 6 pm, with Danielle McLaughlin talking about her debut novel The Art of Falling.

Danielle McLaughlin’s short story collection Dinosaurs on Other Planets was published in 2015 by The Stinging Fly Press. In 2019, she was a Windham-Campbell Prize recipient, and won the Sunday Times Audible Short Story Award. Her first novel, The Art of Falling, will be published in February 2021 by John Murray.

Tickets are free and can be obtained via EventBrite here: https://www.eventbrite.ie/e/creative-writing-at-university-college-cork-reading-danielle-mclaughlin-tickets-146965099569

Eimear Ryan Reading – Wednesday 10th March, 6pm – Booking now open !

 

Eimear Ryan’s debut novel, Holding Her Breath, will be published by Penguin Sandycove in June 2021. Her writing has appeared in Winter Papers, Granta, The Dublin Review, The Stinging Fly, The Long Gaze Back (New Island) and Town & Country (Faber). She is a co-founder of Banshee Press, an independent publisher that produces a literary journal, Banshee, and a select list of books

Get your tickets now for the reading from UCC Arts Council, Writer in Residence 2021, Eimear Ryan.

https://www.eventbrite.ie/e/creative-writing-at-university-college-cork-reading-series-eimear-ryan-tickets-143289285109

Creative Corona: Day 29

Photograph: Dennis Scannell, Irish Examiner

Mark Kelleher graduated from the MA in Creative Writing in 2016 and is currently pursuing a PhD in contemporary American literature at Dublin City University. Mary Morrissy is a novelist and short story writer.  She is the Associate Director of Creative Writing.

HOME

Tonight, I am thinking again about breathing.

When I was a child, I did not like the eeriness of bedtime fairytales. Instead, my mother used to read to me from my father’s old science almanacs and add her own twists to their incogitable truths. I never forgot them and some have contributed of late to what seems now to be the fundamental mood of my existence.

For instance, once, when I was off school unwell, she read to me that in a day’s worth of breathing, one is likely to inhale at least one molecule from the breaths of every human who has ever lived. This thought soon became a peculiar source of comfort and many times when I felt the urge to misbehave I put it down to the fact that for a fleeting moment I had Hitler inside me.

I have been doing something different lately – I have been thinking about breathing in the entire world.

This is what was on my mind while looking through the bedroom window just now. It is something I have been doing every night for the last month – looking out there and thinking about breathing, while behind me the man on the radio whispers replies to callers who seem so faraway I sometimes imagine them to be in worlds entirely separate from this one.

The skyline looked totally on fire a few moments ago. The sight of it lifted me out of this room and into the arms of my mother again. I was seven. It was night in summer and we were in a caravan in Swansea. My father was outside with his cigarette and my mother was at my bedside, inventing some truths of her own to help me fall asleep. With her hand lightly squeezing mine, she leaned towards me and said quietly that red evening skies were made by the lonely of the world. Everyone who had no one, she continued, had their own unique light and it shone brightest when they felt at their most alone. Their collective shine was to remind them that they were alone together.

I didn’t know then that my father was dying.

The scenes from my window here are not, I suppose, spectacular. In fact, they rarely change. There are the backs of houses and the backs of more houses beyond. There is a motorway some miles to the west, but it is not visible from here; it registers its presence only through a sound that is scarce now. To the east, two cranes located on a site that has stalled. That dog four doors down seems to only come alive at night. There is no menace in his barking and I do not find it a nuisance. I tell myself that he is singing in the only way he can.

I haven’t seen anyone for days, but it doesn’t stop me from imagining how I would appear to someone if they looked up and saw me here. They may wave and perhaps mouth a greeting of some kind. Of course, it’s just as likely that they might see me and turn quickly away.

What they wouldn’t see is a woman trying in her own way to find her way home.

I’m seventy-six now and for a long time now I have contemplated making a wound in myself just to see if I glow. 

But for now, at least, I am at this window and I am thinking about breathing.

Mark Kelleher

EXPIRY DATE

Margaret’s latest shop, ordered online – oh yes, she is computer-literate, thank you very much – and delivered to the front door by an anonymous gloved hand, is lined up on the counter-top like a miniature city. A thuggish, spouty container of detergent, a thin tower of disinfectant spray, a monolithic nine-pack of loo rolls lord it over the low-rise goods, cans of mixed beans, chickpeas, salmon.  She’s not sure why she’s ordered these.  Since Fintan died she hasn’t bothered with cooking much, resorting to hyphenated food.  Film-wrapped.  Oven-ready.  But with someone else doing her shopping, she was afraid she’d be judged nutritionally if she only ordered microwaveable stuff.

She used to be proud of her store cupboard.  There was always something in there she could mix in, or add, to zip up a shop-bought soup or bulk out a stew.

“You’re thrifty,” Fintan used to say. “Like a war bride.”

“Excuse me,” she’d say, “I’m a war baby, born in 1945, thank you very much!”

She liked being 12 years younger than Fintan. She’d been the baby of the family and she’d never lost the notion that everyone in the room was older than she was.  If it hadn’t sounded so foolish, she’d still be declaring her age in fractions – I’m 74½, thank you very much.

Now her age is an underlying condition. She’s vulnerable. It’s official.  She walks and swims and sings in a choir and was, up to a week ago, a perfectly functioning member of society, but now she’s somehow lesser.  That’s why she’s given up watching the news with its fruit machine of fatalities.  She feels targeted. 

When she begins clearing the press to make way for the shop, she realizes she’s been presiding over a food archive. Supplies for emergencies long gone. Late night snacks for when the boys would come in from the pub, ravenous, or Trudie would bring college friends back for a home-cooked meal. With all of them gone, she no longer has to draw on these reserves. Now she finds tuna sulking in brine that expired five years ago last August, soya sauce with a 2012 date, a tin of green lentils from 2007!  Just-in-case provisions – condensed milk from 2001.  Cut-price exotica – sauerkraut that came of age in June 2010. The only up-to-date items are the packets of chocolate biscuits and bars in the “goodie” box for the grandchildren and who knows when she’ll see them again. As for herself, she’s lost her taste for sweetness.

What should she do with the out-of-date tins? Throw them out?  And in which bin, for pity’s sake? And wouldn’t that be wasteful? Could a food bank use them?  Or should she hang on to them in case things get worse? Will there come a time when she’ll be happy to spoon decade-old processed peas direct from the can?  What’s the worst that could happen? Aluminium poisoning? How does that compare to being an untouchable, lungs filling up, tended to by nurses in goggles and space suits, dying alone and being buried without ceremony?

She fishes out the next old tin – it’s tomatoes. You’d think they’d last forever. But no, best before May 16, 2020.

It reads like an epitaph.

Mary Morrissy

TOMORROW: Last word goes to Matthew Geden with “Second Chance” and Christina Hession with “Mañana”

 

 

 

 

 

 

John Banville signs our book!

Our Visiting Professor of Creative Writing, John Banville, with the President of UCC, Dr Patrick O’Shea, signing the UCC Visitor’s Book on the occasion of his first public reading for the university on November 5.  The reading, which also featured local author Billy O’Callaghan, played to a packed house in WW5.  

Paying your way as a writer

The Words Ireland Writers Series – http://wordsireland.ie/words-ireland-writers-series/ – comes to Cork next weekend, as part of a nation-wide network of public meetings for professional and practising writers to discuss the practicalities of sustaining a living as a writer. This is a free public event for writers who earn, or aspire to earn, some or all of their income from writing.

It will comprise of a panel discussion with local writers. Poet  Doireann Ni Ghriofa, http://www.doireannnighriofa.com –   children’s author, Kieran Crowleyhttp://www.poetryireland.ie/education/writers-directory/kieran-crowley, novelist William Wall – http://www.williamwall.net/ – who is a PhD candidate by prior publication in the School of English and Associate Director of Creative Writing, Mary Morrissy –https://marymorrissy.com – followed by a plenary session in which  writers in the audience will have the opportunity to contribute to the debate, with practical suggestions and new ideas for funding and resourcing the literature sector in Ireland.

Among the topics that will be covered will be – which opportunities make creative and financial sense for writers? What types of writing work open doors to further opportunities? Are the existing supports for writers enough and are they working?  Generating income, royalties, and writers fees will also be discussed.

Saturday March 25, 2017, 2- 4pm, Triskel Arts Centre

To book your ticket got to:https://www.eventbrite.ie/e/words-ireland-writers-series-cork-tickets-30114279621

 

 

Paul Asta joins the “Best Poets”

paul-astaCreative writing MA student Paul Asta, right,  will feature in the second annual Best New British and Irish Poets anthology, due from Eyewear Publishing in March 2017. http://store.eyewearpublishing.com/  Paul, who’s on a Fulbright scholarship at UCC, was included for his poem, Apiarist’s Chest. 

Modelled on the American Great American Poetry series, running since 1988, the first Best New British and Irish Poets was published last year and looks set to be a fixture on the poetry calendar. In all, the work of 50 “rising stars” of poetry will be included in the second anthology.

The competition to be selected  is open to any poet of British or Irish citizenship and/or UK or Irish residency who has not yet published a full-length collection.

This year’s entries were adjudicated by the British poet Luke Kennard http://www.birmingham.ac.uk/staff/profiles/fcw/kennard-luke.aspx.  Kennard, the author of six collections, was shortlisted for the Forward Prize in 2007.  He was named as one of the Poetry Book Society‘s Next Generation Poets in 2014. https://www.poetrybooks.co.uk .He lectures at the University of Birmingham.

A Roll-Call of Writers

Screen Shot 2015-04-23 at 10.33.37The last of our visiting writers to the MA in Creative Writing is Canadian novelist Charles Foran, who will give a workshop to students on April 27 in conjunction with the Cork World Book Fest. Foran has published extensively in fiction, non-fiction, biography and journalism. Among his publications are the novel, Planet Lolita, a biography of Mordechai Richler, and a non-fiction account of a Belfast family’s journey through the Troubles, The Last House of Ulster.

Foran is just one of the many distinguished practitioners who have lectured on the MA this academic year. Pulitzer Prize-winning author Richard Ford kicked off the Autumn term with a masterclass for students. Leading literary agent, Ed Victor, visited to talk about pitching and promoting work. Radio dramatist Hattie Naylor, film director Carmel Winters and IMPAC award-winning novelist, Kevin Barry, all gave dedicated workshops in their field.

Script consultant Lindsay Sedgwick lectured on gaming scripts and film, while publishing editor Liz Hudson gave a masterclass on fiction editing.

Up-and-coming Irish poet Doireann Ni Ghriofa team-hosted a poetry workshop with our writer-in-residence, Leanne O’Sullivan. Other visiting poets to the campus, Matthew Hollis, Nick Laird and Vona Groarke, participants in the prestigious reading series hosted by the School of English, UCC Library and the Munster Literature Centre, met students informally to discuss craft. Students also had the opportunity to meet Scottish poet Robin Robertson and UK novelist Zadie Smith, who also read on campus this year.

In the coming year, we hope to welcome Irish Fiction Laureate Anne Enright who will give a guest workshop to students in November 2015, poet Maurice Riordan, editor of the Poetry Review and Professor of Poetry at Sheffield Hallam University, and novelist Kevin Barry, who will make a return visit to teach on the programme.