Again, Leontia’s poetry lays bare the real, the difficult, the simple and the complicated little oddities of life and yet holds a grandeur and power in it’s juxtaposition of the mundane vernacular against the lofty, weighty, visceral concepts that lie central to what it is to be human and live in the world. Please follow this link and read a sample of her superb poetry, and buy her books! Her new collection is called Profit and Loss and is reviewed here in the Guardian.
My Dad told me yesterday that Leontia’s father died this week. My thoughts are with the Flynn family and the folk of Dundrum.
(Conflicts of interest: I disclose that I knew Leontia when we grew up together in Dundrum, and I happen to think she is the greatest Irish poet since Heaney [and one of the greatest contemporary poets writing in English])