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Duelling banjo poets

12/6/2022

 
Myself and Arnie Yasinski will be experimenting with our readings next year as a sort of duelling banjos set, one on one. Here are the first lines of the poems we plan to read from our latest collections Sentient and It's Okay. He's American. The poems fall easily into pairs: Arnie at nineteen finding out his girlfriend is pregnant, me at nineteen being harassed by a man in Paris; Arnie and his worst teacher ever, me being a teacher; Arnie meeting an Irish mammy for the first time (later he finds out she flushed unhappiness with drink), me being driven home from school by a man who I later learn was a drunk; Arnie's father, my father.....

Here are the openings of the poems:

She’s nineteen and late.  (Arnie)
In Paris. Au-pairing. (Alison)
We’re both just twenty in the photo (Arnie)
I can’t remember him collecting me from school  (Alison)
First trip to Ireland (Arnie)
I have the worst teacher ever (Arnie)
Some had been child soldiers (Alison)
From a distance, it’s him (Arnie)
As soon as I am old enough (Alison)
I block out the Detroit years (Arnie)
Done Scandi noir to death (Alison)
Out of prison for the workshop (Arnie)
The ticket inspector dismisses my passport (Alison)
A Vermont village (Arnie)
Going home —after three years of plague (Arnie)
This watery view by the last loch (Alison)
Irish swimmers bring their togs in a bag (Arnie)
I’m at the age I want to believe (Arnie)
I’ve tried it all, yoga… (Alison)
Waking to the aching query of your absence (Alison)
God isn’t dead yet, but has gotten old (Arnie)
On a golf course in the Adirondacks (Arnie)
I long to hold the poetry editor's... by Francesca Bell (read by Alison)

In an upholstered chair the editor sits (Arnie)

Pictured below — at the launch (at my home in Dun Laoghaire) of Arnie's second collection, God Lives in Norway and goes by Christie, in the summer of 2021 when everything still had to be outside. Deirdre Conroy who reviewed Crabbing and The Visual Time Traveller in the Irish Independent is on the left. 

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      • I first met Arnie
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      • save the 8th or save ireland
      • Letter from Mysuru
      • Letter from India i
      • raining on our parade
      • twitter harakiri
      • am I a writer?
      • come on the Guardian
      • I hope the BBC was reading too
      • brace yourselves gentlemen
      • time to air a dirty little Irish secret
      • Let them eat brioche
      • id ego superego in a venn diagram
      • The physics chanteuse
      • The Untouchables (with apologies to Eisenstein)
      • Depressed. I think my new boyfriend is a chatbot.
      • Election grief
      • Help I'm on too many platforms
      • The questions I would have asked at the leaders' debate
      • a selection from one of my platforms
      • Shhh! It's the Angelas
      • Politics 21st Century
      • The Fumbally Fairy Story
      • My alternative vision at the save our seafront meeting
      • A fond memory of the ferry to Dun Laoghaire
      • the second book deal
      • redacted letters in an artwork
      • the unprinted letters part i
      • a photo blog from Cefalu
      • My 2116 vision (including women in power)
      • Rear Admiral Lunchalot (guest blog)
      • Dun Laoghaire and the cruise ships >
        • An American visitor's thoughts
      • Eclipsed
      • 50 ways to please your mother
      • To tweet or not to tweet
      • Protestant angst
      • The New TD
      • Having the Twitters
      • The democracy box
      • LGBTH?
      • The book signing
      • Dining out on Hong Kong
      • The British Isles happy family
      • Dear UK, Love from Ireland
      • Art that almost moved me to tears
      • Your smart big brother
      • The card that Sappho was dealt
      • it's a relative question
      • My liver belongs to you
      • a melting pot of Irishness (in our new passport)
      • The Dialogue, with apologies to Galileo
      • Sartorial surveillance by An Garda
    • letters >
      • 2026
      • 2021 to 2022
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      • 2010 to 2017
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      • Cocooned
      • Fragile
      • Fisherman_Kerala
      • The last two pots of marmalade
      • Untitled
      • fledgling
      • cast adrift
      • Poets and their editors down in the school yard
      • I am Eire
      • Aisling
      • Your children are not your children
      • Where you lie
      • The family that...
      • Two doves
      • They told me Heraclitus they told me you were dead
      • Gone
      • Terms & Conditions
      • Crabbing
      • Cold day
      • Gift
      • When I am dead my dearest
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      • Cruise ships in Dun Laoghaire harbour a Titanic mistake
      • An Irishwoman's Diary
      • On Dun Laoghaire (and walking the pier)
      • Typos
      • The Institute of Psychics?
      • The Physics PR Minefield
      • When Design Matters
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