I was on the RTE Poetry Programme last Saturday evening talking to Rick O'Shea about my upcoming online poetry workshop, which starts next week. You listen to the show on the RTE player here. My interview is, more or less, the final ten minutes.
If you're interested in booking a place on the course, which starts next Wednesday, you can do so here.
"Likely the most widely read living poet in Ireland", The Stinging Fly magazine. If you wish to invite Kevin to give a poetry reading, do a talk or facilitate a writing workshop email kphiggins@hotmail.com or phone 087-6431748.
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Wednesday, 29 April 2015
Friday, 9 August 2013
I'd Rather Have A Cystoscopy Than Listen To Joe Duffy
I blame myself. I never listen to the The Joe Duffy Show. And I'd rather have this procedure here done to me without anaesthetic than listen in on anyone talking to Joe about literary matters. But yesterday afternoon a friend texted me to say, 'your man is on Joe Duffy', or words to that effect.
She did not actually mean that he, the aforementioned 'your man', was actually 'on' Joe Duffy in the physical sense. She meant that the afore not named individual was talking to Joe about grants for literary readings and the like. About being refused a grant, to be precise.
For many hours I resisted. I can't abide those who appear to spend most of their time complaining rather than doing.
Here's a quote from a piece I wrote in The Galway Advertiser earlier this year profiling one of the readings at this year's CĂșirt Festival:
“[The] CĂșirt [Festival
of International Literature] will always have its critics; they are for the
most part people who, between them, could not organise a pleasurable half hour
in a house of ill-repute.”
Shortly after midnight, when I should have just continued to happily browse a few more Satanist websites, I succumbed and listened to this on The RTE Player.
I know that people who send texts, such as the one that sparked off the tragedy of me listening to this, mean well. But in future, just come around and give me a DIY cystoscopy instead. I'd far rather it.
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