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Il-Kittieba Irlandiża Sinéad Morrissey f’Malta |
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Workshops ta' Kitba Kreattiva u Qari fil-Pubbliku is-25, 26 u 28 ta' Novembru, 2003 |
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Il-workshops se jsiru nhar it-Tlieta u l-Erbgћa, 25 u 26 ta' Novembru, 2003, bejn is-7.00pm u d-9.30pm fil-Kavallier ta' San Ġakbu. Għalkemm il-workshops se jkunu bl-Ingliż il-parteċipanti jistgħu jiktbu kemm bil-Malti kif ukoll bl-Ingliż.
Il-Ġimgħa, 28
ta’ Novembru, Morrissey se taqra l-poeżiji tagħha lill-pubbliku in ġenerali
fit-Teatru tal-Kavallier ta' San Ġakbu fis-7.30pm. Id-dħul huwa
b’xejn.
Sinéad Morrissey twieldet Portadown, County Armagh, fl-Irlanda ta’ Fuq, fl-1972. Qattgħet l-ewwel sitt snin tgħix f’qasam tad-djar fejn jgħixu r-Repubblikani u mbagħad marret tgħix ġewwa Belfast. Studjat ukoll ġewwa Dublin, u għexet u ħadmet fil-Ġappun u New Zealand.
Bħalissa qed taħdem fuq it-tielet ġabra ta’ poeżiji li aktarx ikun jisimha “The Wound-Man”. Imma għadha kemm dehret novella tagħha f’antoloġija ppubblikata fir-Renju Unit u bi ħsiebha tesperimenta wkoll bil-proża: “I’ve shied away from prose because there’s a dauntingly large space to control, and I don’t know if I have the talent for it, but I’d like to try.”
Sinéad Morrissey tasal Malta s-Sibt, 22 ta' Novembru wara żjara ta' tliet ġimgħat fiċ-Ċina.
Għal aktar tagħrif dwar Sinéad Morrissey u l-programm tagħha f’Malta żur http://inizjamed.cjb.net u http://www.britishcouncil.org/malta jew ikteb lil inizjamed@maltaforum.org. Dawk li jixtiequ jibbukkjaw post fiż-żewġ workshops ta’ kitba kreattiva li se tmexxi jistgħu wkoll iċemplu fuq 2131 5562 or 7946 7952. Il-ħlas huwa ta’ Lm8 b’kollox. (L-istudenti jħallsu anqas.)
Adrian Grima It-13 ta' Novembru, 2003
Workshops and Public Readings
22 - 30 November, 2003
The Northern Irish poet and academic Sinéad Morrissey will be in Malta in the last week of November, 2003, to lead two creative writing workshops at St. James Cavalier on Tuesday 25 and Wednesday 26 November, between 7.00pm and 9.30pm.
She will be reading her poetry to the general public in the Theatre at St. James Cavalier on Friday 28 November at 7.30pm.
The writing workshops will be in English but the participants can write either in Maltese or in English. The total price for both workshops is Lm8. Students pay a reduced rate.
On Monday, 24 November at 12.00, Sinéad Morrissey will be meeting literature students and members of staff at the University of Malta and reading some of her poems at the Lecture Centre (rm. 118) behind the University Library. This event is being coordinated by KKU and the Departments of English and Italian.
On Monday, 24 November, she will be one of the guests of Poeżijaplus in the courtyard of the Manoel Theatre. On Saturday 29 November, Sinéad Morrissey will be presenting a paper entitled "Why Teach Literature" at a one-day seminar on new perspectives on Maltese Literature organized by the Department of Maltese at the University of Malta Junior College. The seminar called "It-Trankwillità Qarrieqa tat-Test" is being held in the Theatre of the St. James Cavalier Centre for Creativity and also includes papers by Mario Cassar, Marco Galea, Adrian Grima, Immanuel Mifsud, and Ġorġ Mifsud-Chircop.
Sinéad Morrissey: A Biographical Note
Sinead Morrissey was born in in Portadown, County Armagh, Northern Ireland, in 1972. She spent her first six years living on Republican housing estates, before moving to Belfast. She subsequently studied in Dublin, lived and worked in Japan and New Zealand, before returning to Northern Ireland where she now lives.
“Society in Northern Ireland,”
writes Morrissey, “is rigidly divided between the Nationalist and Loyalist
communities. Coming from a Communist household, militantly atheist, was just
one factor that contributed to a sense of dislocation, of belonging to
neither community. Both my brother and I were given Irish names, attended
protestant schools, lived in Catholic areas, knew neither the Hail Mary nor
the words of ‘The Sash’, were terrified by agonised Catholic statues and
felt totally excluded from the 12th July celebrations.” Her poem “Thoughts
in a Black Taxi” recalls “the threat that we often felt from both
communities because of assumed allegiance to the enemy. To be nothing –
neither Catholic nor Protestant – was too removed from the dominant frame of
reference to be believed.”
Sinéad Morrissey has written two collections of poetry published by Carcanet: There Was Fire in Vancouver (1996) and Between Here and There (2002). She received the Patrick Kavanagh Award in 1990, an Eric Gregory Award in 1996 and the Rupert and Eithne Strong Trust Award (2002). She was writer-in-residence for the Poetry International at the Royal Festival Hall in 2002, and is currently writer-in-residence at Queen's University, Belfast.
Sinéad Morrissey received the MacCauley Fellowship from the Irish Arts Council in 2002 and her collection Between Here and There was shortlisted for the T.S. Eliot Prize in 2002.
Sinéad Morrissey arrives in Malta on Saturday 22 November after touring China for three weeks.
Contact Information
Adrian Grima
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November, 2003
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Dislocation and Words
Adrian Grima interviews Malta-bound Northern Irish poet and academic Sinéad Morrissey about poetry, home and tourism
She will be reading her poetry to the general public at St. James Cavalier on Friday 28 November at 7.30pm. On Monday, 24 November, she will be one of the guests of Poeżijaplus in the courtyard of the Manoel Theatre.
On Saturday 29 November, Sinéad Morrissey will be presenting a paper entitled "Why Teach Literature" at 9.00am at a seminar on new perspectives on Maltese Literature organized by the Department of Maltese at the University of Malta Junior College.
Sinéad Morrissey is being brought to Malta by The British Council and Inizjamed in collaboration with the St. James Cavalier Centre for Creativity.
Sinead Morrissey was born in in Portadown, County Armagh, Northern Ireland. She spent her first six years living on Republican housing estates, before moving to Belfast. She subsequently studied in Dublin, lived and worked in Japan and New Zealand, before returning to Northern Ireland where she now lives. She has written two collections of poetry published by Carcanet: There Was Fire in Vancouver (1996) and Between Here and There (2002). She received the Patrick Kavanagh Award in 1990, an Eric Gregory Award in 1996 and the Rupert and Eithne Strong Trust Award (2002). She was writer-in-residence for the Poetry International at the Royal Festival Hall in 2002, and is currently writer-in-residence at Queen's University, Belfast.
Tourísm
Like the relief of markets, their saffron-coloured cloths and carpets, purification where two rivers cross, or the widening line of light entering Newgrange on the winter solstice -
a manufactured prophesy of spring – the Spanish and the Dutch are landing in airports and filing out of ships. Our day has come.
They bring us deliverance, restitution, as we straighten our ties, strengthen our lattés, polish our teeth. We take them to those streets they want to see most, at first,
as though it's all over and safe behind bus glass like a staked African wasp. Unabashedly, this is our splintered city, and this, the corrugated line between doorstep and headstone.
Next, fearing summary, wc buy theni a pint with a Bushmills chaser and then on to the festering gap in the shipyard the Titanic made when it sank.
Our talent for holes that are bigger than the things themselves resurfaces at Stormont, our weak-kneed parliament,
which, unlike Rome, we gaaied in a day and then lost, spectacularly, several days later in a shower of badly played cards. Another instance, wc say, of our off-beat, headstrong, suicidal chann.
So come, keep coming here. We'll recklessly set chairs in the streets and pray for the sun. Diffuse the gene pool, confuse the local kings,
infect us with your radical ideas; be carried here on a sea breeze from the European superstate we long to join; bring us new symbols, a new national flag, a xylophone. Stay.
© Sinéad Morrissey (Between Here and There, Manchester: Carcanet, 2002)
Well obviously you don’t ‘learn’ literature in the same way you ‘learn’ maths, or even a foreign language. And the meaning of teaching literature changes according to the age group you’re talking about. In school, students’ first encounters with poetry can be significantly enriched with some teacherly guidance, which doesn’t at all mean having to impose a rigid meaning on a poem. At university the emphasis on teaching literature changes – now we learn various approaches, and engage with texts in a more self-consciously ideological way. Filling in the background to texts – whether it be the nature of Lowell’s new project in ‘Life Studies’ taken from his private correspondence, or the nature of the 1790s political climate when reading Wordsworth – adds to the experience of reading literature immeasurably. But ‘learning’ literature can also be very creative – because it is so amorphous, and because multiple readings are possible.
I don’t think the two experiences could differ more dramatically. Students in Queen’s are engaged, articulate, highly focused, bright, challenging. The students in the agricultural high school in Japan were that particular society’s no-hopers with a serious confidence problem. Both places are stimulating, of course, but in entirely different ways. It’s such a pleasure to teach at Queen’s – hardly like work at all. But the agricultural high school was a fantastic experience also – so vivid, and raw. I was only there for three weeks, however, and my honeymoon feelings about the place may have diminished rapidly had I been asked to stay for longer.
It depends on whether you’ve written successfully enough to carry your reader with you, or not. If you have, then yes, the reader’s will can be suspended and lost in your will, in the world you’ve created. ‘Seducer’ has a seedy connotation, though, as though you’re bringing the reader somewhere illicit they don’t really want to go, and I don’t know if that’s quite fair. It can be an illicit kind of place, but it doesn’t have to be. I also think some writers don’t even try to suspend their readers’ disbelief, not because they lack the skill, but because they simply don’t want to. Laurence Sterne writing in England in the mid-eighteenth century, for example, constantly draws attention to the fictive quality of what he’s doing, forcing the reader to interrogate the artificiality of his forms. Brecht’s another example, in drama, of someone who deliberately tried not to seduce his audience.
4. How does your reading of your own poems change over time?
Quite dramatically sometimes. I usually have a period after I’ve written a new poem in which I’m immensely proud of it. Sometimes that vanishes after days and I suddenly dislike the work and see flaws in it I didn’t see when I was composing it because I was too close. Sometimes the pride stays with me. I don’t really like my first collection, but am still proud of the second. I think I’ll always stay proud of the second.
I think an easier way of putting this is to say good literature works by confounding readers’ expectations. This is the opposite of saying above that literature always seduces. I think I’m more comfortable with the surprising model, than with the seduction model. I don’t want readers to be able to guess how I’m going to end a poem, and if they can guess, then it’s so boring it’s failed. I love Les Murray’s poems because he surprises me all the time – with his wordplay, with his imagery, with his final destinations. I hope I’m doing something along similar lines – I strive to at least.
Yes, I have, not so much about me but about my family. I’ve written one about my grandfather after the death of my grandmother called “Clocks”, and I held back from putting it in the last book in case he’d read it. He’d be devastated by it. I would have no problems publishing it if I knew he wasn’t going to see it. When I write about me, I tend to deflect things, so they never feel directly about me, or as exposing. I make voices up too, which means that people assume I’m taking risks I’m not actually taking. I’m frequently just exploring persona poems instead.
Travel has been such a dominant factor in my experience and a huge influence on my poetry. Yes, I have been unsettled, with different consequences. The unsettling of Japan brought me poetic riches – a dislocation that helped my poetry into new and better formations. By the time I got to New Zealand however, I was homesick and felt all the travel had eventually stopped me writing altogether. I came back to Northern Ireland in order to settle and to write out of a non-travel space. Northern Ireland is definitely ‘home’ now. I’m happier here than I ever thought possible while I was away.
Well it is and it isn’t. The poem’s core is the dissolution of the new Northern Ireland Assembly over the stalled issue of IRA decommissioning. I was furious that this had been allowed to take place, and saw it as a threat to the stability of the peace process. One of the consequences of the peace process is that tourists have started coming here – not as many as we’d like, but still coming. I suppose the poem articulates a view of tourism as the great white hope of the future for Northern Ireland in a way. Not so much in the inherent superficiality of much tourism, but in the more basic fact of other people coming here. Northern Ireland is so narrow and parochial – the gene pool is small, nearly everyone is white. I want Northern Ireland to be far more multicultural than it is – to open itself up to the broader world and the broader human community. It might put some of our tribal conflict in perspective.
No, I don’t think they have. I remember my memories of Japan, rather than the atmosphere of the poems. I remember the view from my window, and the interior of my flat, and the smells of neighbour’s cooking in the evenings, and my bicycle – the daily things. Not the surrealism of the Japanese sequence, which feels quite separate. I saw the film “Sans Soleil” recently. It was made it 1984 and has lots of footage of Japan as an incredibly strange place, and I noticed as I watched it how the film did in film what I’d tried to do in my poems. Perhaps art talks to art and stays distinct.
Yes I would. No change.
I’m working on my third collection at the moment, provisionally entitled “The Wound-Man”, and I’m also interested in trying my hand at some prose. I’ve just had a short story published in a new UK anthology, as thrilling as my first poem. I’ve shied away from prose because there’s a dauntingly large space to control, and I don’t know if I have the talent for it, but I’d like to try.
Adrian Grima 20 October, 2003
Published in The Sunday Times (Malta), 23 November, 2003 |
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