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Wake Forest
University Press

Wake Forest University Press

Dedicated to Irish Poetry

Wake: Up to Poetry

"The act of poetry is a rebel act."

The secret is out… Announcing our latest book, The Shack.

Today’s the day! It’s finally here!

We’ve been waiting so long to tell you about our newest book, The Shack: Irish Poets in the Foothills and Mountains of the Blue Ridge, that it’s hard to believe we can finally talk about it.

In The Shack, contemporary Irish poets reflect on their time in the foothills and mountains that straddle North Carolina and Virginia. The volume is a conversation in poetry and prose across a wide array of circumstances and decades that was generated by WFU Press founder and long-time director Dillon Johnston’s bold venture in launching an Irish poetry press at Wake Forest University in Winston-Salem, North Carolina. It’s an unusual volume for us, a labor of love that grew from both personal and regional origins.

The book is dedicated to Johnston and his wife and co-publisher Guinn Batten. Today, we’re gathering with friends and family of the Press to surprise Dillon and Guinn with the book, hence why we’ve kept the book a secret until now.

We’ll post pictures from the book launch soon, but in the meantime, you can enjoy the title poem by Michael Longley. As Longley writes in the commentary he wrote to accompany the poem, “Wherever we are—in North Carolina or Missouri, in Belfast or County Mayo—we talk about the inner adventure of poetry.” We are so happy to finally share this particular adventure with you today.

The Shack

     for Dillon & Guinn

I lie awake between the two sleeping couples.
Their careful breathing in the Blue Ridge Mountains
Disturbs me more than the engine ticking over
At the end of the lane, the repetitive whippoorwill,
The downpour’s crescendo on corrugated iron.
Though there are no doors between them and me, perhaps
They will risk making love like embarrassed parents
While I remain motionless on my creaking divan.
They have shown me a copperhead, indian fire pinks
And buzzards like mobiles where the storm clouds hang.
I might as well be outside in the steamy field
Interrupting again the opossums’ courtship,
Paralysing with torchlight pink noses, naked tails
Just beyond the shithouse where, like a fall of snow,
The equalising lime has covered our excrement.
Tomorrow when we pass the Pentecostal church
The wayside pulpit will read ‘Thanks, Lord, for the rain.’

Michael Longley, from The Shack (2015)


Categories: Book of the Month, Ciaran Carson, Conor O'Callaghan, Eiléan Ní Chuilleanáin, Irish Poetry, John Montague, Medbh McGuckian, Michael Longley, Paul Muldoon, Poem of the Week, Poetry, Vona Groarke, WFU Press

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