I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set

Desmond O'grady Is One Of The Senior Figures In Irish Literary Life, Exemplary In The Way He Has Committed Himself Over The Decades To The Vocation Of Poetry And Has Lived Selflessly For The Art

I Drink To Keep Body And Soul Apart.

When I First Encountered The Name Of The City Of Stockholm, I Little Thought That I Would Ever Visit It, Never Mind End Up Being Welcomed To It As A Guest Of The Swedish Academy And The Nobel Foundation.

The Gift Of Writing Is To Be Self-forgetful... To Get A Surge Of Inner Life Or Inner Supply Or Unexpected Sense Of Empowerment, To Be Afloat, To Be Out Of Yourself.

Poetry Cannot Afford To Lose Its Fundamentally Self-delighting Inventiveness, Its Joy In Being A Process Of Language As Well As A Representation Of Things In The World.