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Iron
Mountain Road
is Eamonn Wall's second collection of poetry, following
Dyckman - - 200 Street (Salmon, 1994), Wall's widely praised
first book. Here is a collection which chronicles the process
of migration - from the bustle, high buildings, and close living
of New York City to the empty wide open spaces, and often desolate
but magnificent American prairie and high plains. This is
an innovative book which describes aspects of the Irish immigrant
experience which has been hitherto ignored. The Platte River
in Nebraska and the Black Hills of South Dakota are brought brilliantly
to life by a consciousness formed in County Wexford and New York,
and it is often to these starting points that Wall turns to for
confirmation. Other important concerns are history, parenthood
and the sea.
Features
of Iron Mountain Road are the long lines and prose poems
which are employed to great effect to describe the enormous space
the poet encounters, and which also facilitate Wall's desire to
write a poetry laden with the deep rhythms of ordinary life.
Iron Mountain Road is a moving and brilliant collection
which confirms Eamonn Wall as a daring and original poet and as
spokesman for frequently marginalized, but never silent exiles.
Wall gives eloquent voice to a lost generation - the exiles of
the 1980s and 1990s.
About
the Author
Eamonn
Wall was born in Enniscorthy, Co. Wexford, in 1955. He has
lived in Nebraska since 1992 where he was associate professor
of English at Creighton University. He is the newly appointed
Jefferson Smurfit Professor of Irish Studies at the University
of Missouri-St. Louis. His most recent collection of poetry is
The Crosses,
published in 2000.
Photograph:
Eric Luke, The Irish Times
A
Poem from
Iron Mountain Road
by EAMONN WALL
Victoria,
British Columbia
Green,
dogwood trees, gnarled oaks
driftwood at Oak Bay. I am far
north in winter again where daylight
swiftly evaporates, where morning is
as sodden as the Parliament grass.
I have come to an outpost of empire
to encounter familiar separations
and eat familiar dishes. I remember
your long fingers like sticks in the
stones, your children asleep, my first
view of the Pacific in Mexico when we
lay exhausted and full of songs:
how this ocean makes me want to weep.
I think of the hard air of the prairie
which lurks in each winter maple &
the brilliant light of early morning.
I am soft-skinned, broken-kneed
oar-buried, man-of-war, Irish.
(Copyright
Eamonn Wall 1996)
PRAISE
FOR IRON MOUNTAIN ROAD
The Boston Review
In his second book, Wall's wry imagination bears witness to his
astonishing ability to absorb what William Carlos Williams called
"the American grain" without losing the intonations of his own
idiom. Such double vision, or double-speak, defines the situation
of the emigrant writer, and of this group Wall is among the best.
An Irish poet living in America, he is equally adept at evoking
the teeming cityscape of New York, the vast spaces of the American
prairie, and the lush countryside of his native Wexford. Louis
Simpson observed that American poetry must have a stomach that
can "digest rubber, coal, uranium, moons, poems." Wall's work
has already digested Hart Crane's Bridge, Omaha, Mount Rushmore,
Lake Michigan and a good deal of junk food. These new poems reveal
him as a daring and original poet with an interest in exploring
how the surfaces of the present open windows into history.
Copyright © 1996, Boston Review. All rights reserved.
"His
poems are charged with a thoroughly contemporary and a profoundly
literary awareness of what it means to be Irish, and a writer,
in America."
Kathleen McCracken, Poetry Ireland Review
Dyckman--200th
Street, Eamonn Wall's first collection
"In these extraordinary poems the exile tradition is rejuvenated,
given a sharp, current edge. This book marks a significant crosscurrent
in contemporary Irish/American literature."
Jack Morgan, Irish Literary Supplement
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