Though many may rightfully or otherwise shirk at the idea of engaging with poetry once it ventures beyond daffodils, greasy cash registers, and cold to the touch potatoes, there have perpetually been wordsmiths who manage to conjure up celestial enduring imagery while simultaneously refusing to pander to the school examination set. Kent born poet and […]
As young as you are, light matters still in evening rites mother sing lullabies that taste of herbs a shield glimmering in stars for them light matters still Light on rooftop make asphalt shiver like wizards with mice up their sleeves mother’s lilted trance illuminates pin-pricked stars, feline shaped impressions on a lunar phase, wide […]
And the fireflies wheel lassos around the castle the pine-trees make widescreen, the spaces of adjacent arch and the indeterminacy of summer air whispers Tuareg from its desert sojourn joined dots of insects, a blanket quilted on river’s edge the resulting kaleidoscope might be treacherous might wage battles, the wingspans cannot fight the intermittent moments […]
A poem by John Doyle, as part of TMO’s Original Fiction and Poetry section.
Brian Wilson’s name provokes equal parts fear and excitement in John J. Doyle as he approaches the ex-Beach Boy’s latest solo album
Best of from indie-rock ‘supergroup’ Luna. Seventeen tracks spanning 1992-2004.
Timely box-set released by Rhino Records.
Long forgotten album from the Beach Boys’ Denis Wilson. Pacific Ocean Blue was first rleased in 1977, six years before Wilson drowned in the Ocean off Marina del Ray, California.
Word filters through the most discerning Dublin circles when news that someone of Brad Mehldau’s stature is riding into town. Accompanied by bassist Larry Grenadier, and drummer Jeff Ballard, it seems that every pork-pie hat and pair of knee-length suede boots have been spruced up to greet Mehldau’s latest visit to Irish shores. Not that […]
Now that concerns Nina Persson’s A Camp project would only be a once-off novelty have been somewhat satisfied by this year’s Colonia, 2001’s self-titled debut is worth spinning again with a little more leisure. With its grim tones at hyperspeed, or droning descending bars dragging the always against the flow vocals of Persson into gloomy vignettes […]
