A ghost of aviation She was swallowed by the sky Or by the sea, like me she had a dream to fly Like icarus ascending On beautiful foolish arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm Maybe I’ve never really loved I guess that is the truth I’ve spent my whole life in clouds at icy altitude And looking down on everything I crashed into his arms Amelia, it was just a false alarm
Sunday, February 27, 2022
MEETING COLM TOIBIN ON HIS HOME TURF
I CAN’T exactly remember what year it was.
I think sometime in 2001. It was cold, then.
You told me sometime before-
‘Look me up when you get to Dublin-
I’m the only Toibin in the phone book’-
So we did- we looked you up from a phone box.
You sounded a trifle uncertain on the phone-
Did you remember me and our roughly planned visit?
Was it terrible timing? Had you started The Master?
At any rate we set off to Upper Pembroke Street
We had with us a drink of some sort
And maybe some cake or biscuits, to be hospitable.
I can’t remember what it was like opening the gate
And knocking on the door. I think I found it momentous
Which it probably was- and ballsy- what did we have to offer?
We sat inside at an old wooden table
A mountain of books on top-
I remember one of them was about Rouault.
We spoke of many things and you
Gave us some advice about travelling in Ireland
Seemingly dismissive of your own places
Enniscorthy, Tuskar Rock, Cush Gap
Keating’s Hotel, Curracloe,
Friary Street, Nora Webster, Eamon, Blackwater
And wanting us to explore the ancient-
The Aran Islands
Inishmore, Inishmaan, Inisheer
An authentic escape from the modern world.
But we never did get there- we travelled
A conservative path instead
We had a lovely time at Colm Toibin’s
But I look at the occasion now
With a few small regrets.
We have no photos commemorating our trip.
I was too shy to ask if I could see his study
And his fabulous books and maybe even a manuscript or two
I wish we talked about his childhood stuttering
And each of his books that I have devoured over the years
And how it felt to write a book like ‘The Heather Blazing’.
Instead the afternoon wore on too quickly
And Colm took on my suggestion that we had better get along now
And stood up and answered a mobile call in the shadows of another room.
Now, if I ever visit Joni Mitchell
Or Van Morrison or Paul McCartney
Hopefully I will be much better prepared.
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