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Irish Central Review of Little Witness.
Emmanuel Touhey does it again: Here’s another review he wrote for Irish Central: “An Irish poet in America recalls the dark secrets of her youth”
Exceptional Offaly Person of the Year 2016: Connie Roberts
I’m thrilled to announce the wonderful news that the Executive Committee of the Tullamore Show has selected me as the Exceptional Offaly Person of the Year 2016. I will be presented with the award at the Tullamore Show on August 14th.
Irish Times Review: “Connie Roberts, a poetic witness who will not be silenced”
Powerful review from Emmanuel Touhey:
“It is a haunting and harrowing accounting of a beleaguered young life. These poems are not for the faint of heart. They will grab you when you want to look the other way.”
Notre Dame University Irish Studies Journal Breac Review: “A call to bear witness, brazen”
A great review from Brian F. McCabe:
“A dark and entirely moving work, Little Witness emerges from a history Ireland might prefer to forget, one of Magdalen laundries, poorhouses, and in which the buried children, like those of Tuam, continue to cry out for an advocate. Roberts fills this role, as she writes in one poem, with blazing truth.”
RTE Radio One Poetry Programme: Connie Roberts, Catriona O’Reilly & Peter Duffy
Rick O’Shea interviews me for the Poetry Programme. Great chat about Seamus Heaney, Mary Raftery and Peter Tyrrell.
Irish Times Review of Little Witness
John McAuliffe reviews Little Witness and Medbh McGuckian’s Blaris Moor.
Little Witness Book Launch, The Cell Theatre, NYC, July 12, 2015
Little Witness had a rousing launch at the Listowel Writers’ Week Festival on May 29th, hosted by the inimitable Billy Keane. The poet Matt Mooney launched his collection Earth to Earth alongside me. It was a very special day. My first book launch. I made a wish.
My New York launch was held at The Cell Theatre in NYC, on July 12th. Hosted by Artists Without Walls co-founders, Charles R. Hale and Niamh Hyland, this was another day I’ll not soon forget. Charles emceed; Niamh, with that amazing voice of hers, sang. Fellow AWoW members Annette Homann (violinist), Liv Mammone (poet) and I.S. Jones (poet) showcased their respective talents. The theatre was packed to the rafters. A fabulous afternoon of music, poetry and song. And laughter. And wine. The highlight for me was my 11-year-old son, Aedan, reading one of my poems, “Maisie’s Farm”. I am so proud of my little man.
Click here to view photos from the launch.
Announcing CONNIE ROBERTS’ DEBUT POETRY COLLECTION
Hi Everyone. I’d like to announce the publication of my debut volume Little Witness, a collection of poems inspired by my experiences growing up in an industrial school (orphanage) in Ireland. Little Witness is published by Arlen House, Dublin. (Thank you, Alan Hayes!) Read the reviews on the HOME page. To purchase a copy, click the appropriate link in the sidebar.
When you get a chance, I’d really appreciate it if you could share news of my publication on your respective social media platforms. Every bit helps in spreading the good word. Thank you all so much! And I hope you enjoy Little Witness.
A Head of Steam
Summer 2013 I was home in Ireland for the Listowel Writers’ Week Festival—I’d been awarded that year’s Poetry Collection Prize—when I happened upon an art exhibition in the Seanchaí Centre: Two Worlds: The Allegorical and the Real. The exhibiting artists were Aidan McDermott and Geraldine O’Reilly Hynes; the promotional literature stated that they would “present us with works of dreams and reality—an alchemist’s garden of mysterious endeavours [Aidan] and the reality of nature’s hidden bowers and vistas [Geraldine].” When I walked into the Seanchaí Centre, my eyes were immediately drawn to a striking Surrealist work by Aidan, displayed prominently on an easel in the cozy room: a painting of a woman in a vibrant red dress with a shiny teapot head, kneeling atop a wooden dolly, which she attempts to row with a large wooden spoon. Charmed by the dazzling teapot, I ambled over to take a closer look. I was no sooner in front of the artwork than my brain kicked into narrative mode: I wanted to make sense of the hare, the broken mortar and pestle, the rag-draped bush, the burning tree, the spectacles, the snail, the apples, the matches, and the gender-neutral child in its white (sheep’s?) clothing. How did all these puzzle-pieces fit together? What was the story I was reading? The Interval Gallery in Dublin writes that Aidan McDermott “is a painter of versatility and inventiveness. He borrows ideas and inspiration from both high and low art, including myth, symbolism, comics and children’s illustration. He depicts environments inhabited with the seemingly insignificant objects of our daily life and imbues them with an allegorical and narrative twist.” No kidding. I could’ve spent months in the Seanchaí Centre in Listowel trying to unravel Aidan’s “A Head of Steam”.
Several months later, I was back in New York, in the throes of polishing my poetry manuscript, when “A Head of Steam” started boiling in my head. As I revised my work, I began to see some of the painting’s imagery reflected in my poems. For example, I have a number of pieces with fire imagery, two of the more explicit being a sequence about the 1943 Cavan Orphanage fire in which 35 children perished and “Letterfrack Man”, a memorial for a former industrial school inmate who self-immolated in a London park in 1968. Kettles and teapots are scattered throughout my work. (Hey, what can I tell you, I’m Irish.) A snail—or a shellagopukka, to be precise—also makes an appearance. Surely, the spectacles speak to my bearing-witness motif. Of course, I was having a field day with the (unreliable/frustrated? (hint: check the dolly wheels)) mother-figure and the woolly duffle-coated sheep-child. In one of my poems, a wooden spoon is used as a weapon instead of an oar. I don’t have a hare, but I do have a shape-shifting rabbit-doctor. And what about that far-flung city in the background?—when I squint my eyes, is that the Empire State Building I see? The more I over-laid my poems on Aidan’s painting, the giddier I became. The two artworks were in great conversation with one another. Fast friends, they could finish each other’s sentences. I decided there and then that nothing would suffice but to have Aidan McDermott’s “A Head of Steam” as the cover art for my debut poetry collection.
I tracked Aidan down in Dublin; luckily, “A Head of Steam” was still available. We agreed on a price, and before you could schtick on the kettle for a cuppa, my (tea) pot-headed mama arrived on my doorstep. She now hangs in my living room, across from the infamous Goose Girl strolling among the bluebells.
In most traditional publishing houses, an author has little or no involvement when it comes to his or her book cover design. Nevertheless, I’m prepared to fight for “A Head of Steam” to grace the cover of my recently completed poetry collection Little Witness.
I’ll keep you posted.
You can view more of Aidan McDermott’s artwork on the following links: