Happy birthday to Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin and Poem of the Week

Today is the birthday of one of “the very best poets of her generation,” Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin. To celebrate, we’re offering a 10% discount on any of her books* for one week only. Enjoy the poem below or pick up a copy of your favorite volume from our website using the coupon code “BirthdayENC2014″.

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‘I thought of you then,’ she says, ‘flocking
On the edge of the same water –
The yearly walk by the banks–‘
As she stood by the calm water
And the snow kept faltering past,
And past the window where a man’s bare arm
Reaches for clothes and for matches.

‘I heard him calling,’ she says; ‘I stood there, planted,
Marking time.’ She spotted, between the branches,
How the treecreeper survives by its own rites.
The beak tapped, the wedge of time sank.

She thought of them, crowding the cold shore
With pilgrimage, like migrant birds,
Their habitant a shrinking blot on the map,
The tidal ogham in their feathers
A message for the watcher, keeping score.

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, from The Magdalene Sermon and Earlier Poems (1991)

Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin

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Irish: A Dying Language?

An article published yesterday in The Irish Times titled “Have Irish-Language books fallen off the shelf?” poses an interesting inquiry for bilingual presses. As a press specializing in Irish poetry, we take pride in publishing works both in our native English tongue, as well as in the guttural, consonant-strewn language of Irish Gaelic. Since for a large part of the 19th century Irish was largely a dying language, and despite revival movements in Ireland where most school children are required to take courses in their “heritage language,” it is still rare to find bilingual adults or children outside of the counties of Galway, Kerry and Donegal.

Nonetheless, efforts to increase Irish language proficiency are going strong– especially amongst Ireland’s elite who often choose to send their children to costly Irish language schools, according to one 2012 article from The Washington Post.

Students cheer at the opening of a prestigious Gaelscoil in Northern Ireland


At their core, both articles suggest the merits of language revival, and the value of publishing work in Irish. However, recent interest in Irish as a language of study is not limited, as it might be initially assumed, to Ireland alone. In fact, Irish studies programs that exist at New York University, Notre Dame, the University of California at Berkeley, the University of Pittsburgh, the University of Montana, and Catholic University in Washington D.C. continue to attract student interest.

Despite recent growth, programs at the University of Montana and Notre Dame, Indiana appear to reign supreme as the Irish Studies webpage at the University of Montana claims to offer “the largest and most comprehensive program west of the Mississippi and alongside Notre Dame, Indiana, the only other program in the country to offer a minor with an emphasis on the Irish language and Irish Gaelic culture.”

Though the language—described as “a landmine of silent letters”—is without a doubt one of the most difficult to learn, students in both Ireland and the U.S. are buckling down to give it the old college try.

While the aforementioned Irish Times article refers to both the spoken and written revival of the Irish language with the popular Gaelic phrase, “Beatha teanga í a labhairt” or “a language lives by being spoken,” here at the Press, we do our part to help the Irish language to live and thrive through a different medium: that of publication.

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Poem of the Week: “The Wood” by Paul Muldoon

As we endure the stresses and chaos of long work days or classes, we crave some peace and quiet—the familiarity of home. We know that wherever we are in the world, we can always come home to the people we love and the home we cherish. Paul Muldoon’s “The Wood” echoes this desire for solace in the comfort of our homes and and reminds us to be grateful for the people, smells, and tastes that accompany our homecoming. In the spirit of Thanksgiving and anticipation of our return home, enjoy “The Wood.”

The Wood

They tell me how they bought
An hour of silence
From a juke-box in New York
Or San Francisco once,

That now they intend
To go back to their home place
For a bit of peace,

A house overlooking a lake
And a wood for kindling.

‘But you can’t fell trees
That had stood for as long
As anyone remembers?’

‘The wood we have in mind will stand
While it has lost its timber.’

Paul Muldoon, from Mules (1977)

Dead trees

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