[Read] ➼ Conamara Blues: Poems ➹ John O'Donohue – Landyshi.info

Conamara Blues: Poems Lovely, as usual I read this in an off and on fashion. Of course, anything John O Donohue touched is like gold to me.Unknown to us, there are momentsWhen crevices we cannot see openFor time to come alive with beginning These inklings were first prescribedThe morning we met in WestportAnd I left with such sweet timeWondering if between us somethingWas deciding to begin or not. Translating The Beauty And Splendor Of His Native Conamara Into A Language Exquisitely Attuned To The Wonder Of The Everyday, John O Donohue Takes Us On A Moving Journey Through Real And Imagined Worlds Divided Into Three Parts Approachings, Encounters, And Distances Conamara Blues At Once Reawakens A Sense Of Intimacy With The Natural World And A Feeling Of Wonder At The Mystery Of Our Relationship To This World Whether Exploring The Silent, Eternal Memory Of Conamara Or Focusing On The Power Of Language And The Vagaries Of Human Need And Passion, O Donohue Tenderly Reveals The Fragile Vulnerability Of Love And Friendship The Result Is A Musical, Transcendent, And Deeply Moving Series Of Poems That Exemplifies O Donohue At His FinestWritten With Penetrating Insight And Distilled Transparence, Conamara Blues Offers A Singular And Lasting Imaginative Vision Of A Landscape Of Hope And Possibility Powerfully Exhibiting The Mastery Of A Poet At The Height Of His Lyric Powers A friend gave this to me abt six weeks ago and I have been carrying it all over Ireland ever since.So beautiful Each poem sings to me Here s a very short one, Fluent that I read while having bacon and cabbage at Lincoln s Inn in Dublin, earlier today the waitress stopped to chat with me when she noticed that I was reading poetry I would love to liveLike a river flows,Carried by the surpriseOf its own unfolding. A book of poems rooted in the Irish landscape and one section entitled the Rosary Sonnets I think Thought work was my favorite along with First Words A great many deal with the darkness and the light contrasts. I m not big on poetry in general soft filaments and threads of words shifting in the wind It s not quite for me And this conforms to exactly how I see poetry plus an added spiritual aspect and rewriting of Christ s life I did enjoy the first poem on the slow process of ideas forming from half memories and conceptual glimpses. Lyrical and pastoral, these poems move by with a sort of languid beauty and blend into a long meditation with some gorgeous images It s a quiet book, filled with glimpses of Ireland, mysticism, and transcendental visions, but well worth wandering through for the interested reader. Brevity and nature themes remind me of Mary Oliver. I had actually ordered the play adaptation of Terry Pratchett s novel Nation, but this came through my letterbox instead I thought I d give it a read anyway, since they didn t want me to return it and I m trying to read as much poetry as I possibly can You say Now that theyHave called our names backThe mountains canNever forget us Mountain ChristeningThere were a couple of lines or stanzas that struck me, but otherwise I found it be nothing but pointless scribbling, in all honestly I do fee I had actually ordered the play adaptation of Terry Pratchett s novel Nation, but this came through my letterbox instead I thought I d give it a read anyway, since they didn t want me to return it and I m trying to read as much poetry as I possibly can You say Now that theyHave called our names backThe mountains canNever forget us Mountain ChristeningThere were a couple of lines or stanzas that struck me, but otherwise I found it be nothing but pointless scribbling, in all honestly I do feel a little bad because obviously I didn t choose to read this, but there we are It had it s moments, but for the most part it was mostly religious talk which I have absolutely no interest in whatsoever It was occasionally that kind of free form poetry that a lot of poets try but not all of them can get right, wherein they basically write a sentence but break it up as a poem, and it neither rhymes and, often, doesn t quite makes sense either.Not the worst poetry I ve read, but there again I didn t choose to read it so it s difficult to really gauge it and write any kind of worthwhile review of it without that cropping up When we love we love to touch the beloved.Our hands find joy in the surprise of skin.Here is where tenderness is uncovered.Few frontiers hold a worldwondrous in The Scourging at the PillarBlog Instagram Twitter Pinterest Shop Etsy One of my favorite poets accessible lyrics with earthy metaphors for you John O Donoghue fans check out the Speaking of Faith website There is a wonderful interview with with him there and you can also download a few of his poems being read by John himself which, as far as I can tell, a rarity.

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