All posts tagged: Maud Gonne

The difficulty with muses

It seems that muses, those shadowy goddesses who influence writers, are limited under current editorial and employment injunctions to give inspiration alone to great male poets. Or so Simon Gough would have us believe. Muses apparently perform some type of quasi-sexual inspirational function and it doesn’t matter if they are girls or boys, once the poet is a dude and his inspiration is carried through the ages to the makers of poetry. I wonder (aloud) if the linked article had been written by a female poet, a woman writer – would the muse issue be a bit more interesting, or complex ?  Simon Gough “There’s no reason on earth why a muse should have to be female.  Whatever the truth of the matter (and uncertainty still rages in the higher corridors of intellectual power), the identity of “the fair youth”, to whom Shakespeare dedicated so many of his sonnets is almost immaterial. The one certainty is that he had a muse, who provoked   ‘But thy eternal summer shall not fade Nor lose possession of that …

The Night Garden I. Meditations by Éilis ní Dhuibhne, images by Alice Maher.

Alice Maher, artist extraordinaire exhibited at the RHA last year in Dublin, the show was entitled, ‘The Night Garden‘ and it was an interesting evolution and development of her themes. I reviewed it elsewhere. A small book of meditations by Éilis Ní Dhuibhne and drawings by Maher were a part of that show.   Eternal Lines to Time Mairfidh mo ainm go brách . Agus mo anam. Ná bí ag ceapadh Agus mo chloigeann ar phláta agat Nach mbeidh mé ann de shíor Chun tú a chrá, a ghrá. Mairfidh mo línte Ar feadh na síoraíochta. Cén fáth eile A bheinn ag scríobh? Ach sin Rud nach nadmhaíonn éinne Riamh.’ The images are beautiful, but I cannot find them on google. This is another short poem from the Night Garden book:   Leda Asks Zeus   ‘What on earth made you think I’d fancy a swan? I just don’t get it. You could turn yourself into anyone. Brad Pitt, or Mr Darcy. Heathcliffe. Even…only slagging… Maud Gonne. But ohmygod A big lump of a swan?   Like, why? There’s something else I don’t get …