HALF-DAY WARRIOR 
Poems by JOHN KAVANAGH
   
 
 
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ISBN: 1 897648 55 3
Pages: 64
 
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Half-Day Warriors is the second collection from Listowel Writers' Week prizewinner, John KavanaghFintan O'Toole described Kavanagh's first collection, Etchings (Salmon, 1991), as 'a graceful entrance ... a pen that seems to seek the escape of romanticism only to be denied it by a knowledge of the way of the world which will not allow for false escape routes.  The tension between that desire and that knowledge gives these poems a drama all of their own'.  With Half-Day Warriors John Kavanagh brings to his readers a maturing and developing talent, with which he continues to explore his favourite themes: the energies and impulses, the gains and losses of love; a highly developed awareness of a sense of place in the post-modern world; and, a growing awareness of the tension between inner and outer, private and public worlds. 

John Kavanagh was born in Sligo in 1960.  He works as a Laboratory Technician at the Sligo Institute of Technology.  He is a winner of the Poetry Prize at Listowel Writers’ Week, 1988.  Half-Day Warriors is his second collection, his first Etchings, also published by Salmon, appeared in 1991.  He is also a playwright and author of No Comet Seen among other works for the stage.  Presently he is at work on a third collection, a book length meditation on the character, themes and incidents of the Táin.
 
 

A Poem from
Half-Day Warriors

by JOHN KAVANAGH

Moonfall
for Matt O'Dowd

On days when the moon is in fall and all is dark,
the sites of pilgrimage are plundered,

the gates of sanctuaries forced

and everything that is magical and sacred

is stripped down to barograph and histogram

by masters of the single vision.

Then, those who feel fatigued and faceless,
bronchitic with the weight of life

and the living of it, stumble breathlessly on

lactic with unreasonable expectation,

rained on by cacophony of signal and noise

from satellite and microchip

or paralysed by guilt
from vocation ignored or sin

too readily committed while traversing the path

wearily await poultice and panacea

and awakening from Newton's dreary sleep.

© Copyright John Kavanagh 1999
 
 

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