September 2013

My Seamus Heaney

The artist’s mind is in tune with the abyss, lost in ambition, ever driving deeper—wrestling with noises and the spectra …

My Seamus Heaney

This time last year, I heard Seamus Heaney read from his oeuvre at London’s Southbank Centre. After that hour, I …

My Seamus Heaney

Up, black, striped and demasked like the chasuble At a funeral mass, the skunk’s tail Paraded the skunk. Night after …

Seamus Minen

Mine is sapling-young. Mine is sourced from the gravity of others—indirect as the sun from car window to concrete. I …

My Seamus Heaney

[In honor of Seamus Heaney (1939-2013), SHARKPACK offers short reflections on our favorite passages by the Irishman. —Ed.]  When all the others …