At home in Ireland, there's a habit of avoidance, an ironical attitude towards the authority figure.

As writers and readers, as sinners and citizens, our realism and our aesthetic sense make us wary of crediting the positive note.

Once I was on the job, once I had got started, I felt safe enough, but the anticipation made me tense.

Anything Can Happen, on the other hand, is not only about the atrociousness of the September 11 attack, it is also a premonition of the deadly retaliation that was bound to come.

Without needing to be theoretically instructed, consciousness quickly realizes that it is the site of variously contending discourses.

Poetry is language in orbit.

Walk on air against your better judgement.