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Adam Wyeth launches first poetry collection

Congratulations to Adam Wyeth on the launch of Silent Music, his first poetry collection, published by Salmon.

A prolific poet, Adam was a prize winner of The Fish International Poetry Competition, 2009 and a runner-up of The Arvon International Poetry Competition, 2006. His poems have been anthologized in The Best of Irish Poetry anthology (2010), Landing Places (2010), Dogs Singing (2010), Something Beginning with P, the Arvon 25th Anniversary Anthology and The Fish Anthology.

Adam’s work has appeared in numerous literary journals, including The Stinging Fly, The Shop, Southword, Poetry London and Magma. He was a featured poet in Agenda, 2008 and 2010, and selected for the Poetry Ireland Introductions Series, 2007.

In addition, Adam has made two films on poetry, A Life in the Day of Desmond O’Grady, first screened at The Cork Film Festival, 2004; and a full length feature, Soundeye: Cork International Poetry Festival, 2005. Adam is a member of the Poetry Ireland Writers in Schools Scheme.

You can read the poems that Adam submitted to the blog from his collection by clicking here. You can also buy a copy of Silent Music directly from the Salmon online bookshop.

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Dad – A Poem by Adam Wyeth

Dad

 

I’ll always remember those Sunday drives home.

How a blackening silence came over us

with the night. I’d look back at the road

we set out on when our weekend had begun:

 

singing songs, stopping at petrol stations

in the back of beyond, turning off the beaten

track and finding a pub for lunch –

with swings and climbing frames to play on.

 

But all that was fading fast, as signs marked

the dwindling miles, oncoming headlights

dazzled us, the final catseyes blinked past

and the road emptied – losing its nerve

 

as we curved off the motorway. Then the real

darkness set in – and the chill of parting

made me numb. I’d run upstairs to my room

without a word spoken, and out the corner

 

of my window watch your silver Citroen slip

into the night; a final sliver of light then total eclipse.

Another week of staring into space in classrooms,

waiting for our next outing all together. Save mum.

 

From Adam Wyeth’s forthcoming poetry collection, Silent Music.

 

Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception tomorrow, Saturday 19th February, at 2pm FREE event, all welcome.


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Chamber Music – a poem by Adam Wyeth

Chamber Music

 

The one piece of music that churns my stomach

is Schubert’s Quintet in C.

 

Since my grandmother told me

this is what Nazi officers played full volume

 

to drown out the moans of millions of Jews

as they were led into those rooms.

 

No matter how stirring a pitch the violins reach,

or how plangently the rasping cellos sigh –

 

I see their gaunt naked forms fall like flies

in a poisonous fog, reduced to cow pat

 

lining the floors, then shit-shovelled into pits –

while the whole movement plays over and again

 

never reaching the end, like a scratched record

that keeps jumping back.

 

From Adam Wyeth’s forthcoming poetry collection, Silent Music.

Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception on Saturday 19th February 2pm FREE event, all welcome.



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May The Road Rise – a poem by Adam Wyeth

From Adam Wyeth’s forthcoming poetry collection, Silent Music.

*(to be read from the bottom-up)

 

DOWN

SLOW

a warning to

on the tip of its black tongue

SLIPPERY WHEN WET

every notice revealing a lyric:

to the highway of the stars;

lighting up the banks like a runway

of whitethorn and gorse

lead back in time to a hedgerow

signposts pointing the wrong way

in the middle of nowhere

scuttling off to die

like a wounded animal

then coming to an end

a fairy ring road

or branching off

over a new leaf

each bend turning

like Celtic knots

going round in circles

through ancient riddles of hills

twist and snail

their blarney boreens

Irish roads

tell a different tale

and their high-speed highways.

emblematic of America

he scribbled On The Road

of tracing paper

one hundred and twenty-foot scroll

like Jack Kerouac’s

in my rear view mirror,

in an endless scrawl

and fall beneath –

would rise to meet me

I’d make it so each line

If I was to write a poem on the road

*May The Road Rise

 

Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception on Saturday 19th February at 2pm FREE event, all welcome.

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Sunrise – a poem by Adam Wyeth

From Adam Wyeth’s forthcoming poetry collection, Silent Music.

*(to be read from the bottom-up)

 

for the first time.

like seeing a lover undress

as the land was revealed fresh,

and know something of Adam

with our ancestors

to touch fingers

pull back His black mantle –

is to see the hand of God

Some say to witness the break of day

with blue and ochre pastels.

suffusing the sky

rising from the horizon –

with the lid rattling off,

like a simmering pot

clouds seep out

as it crowns over the hills,

before the sun

night bends over backwards

down on one knee,

the globe tilts on its axis –

to the back of the mind

dreams disperse

where last night’s ghosts reside,

creeps into woods

like steam from fields

Mist lifts

*Sunrise


Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception on Saturday 19th February 2pm FREE event, all welcome.

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Exit Music – a poem by Adam Wyeth

Exit Music

(In Memory of Mike)

 

How apt it was. The moment we raised

your coffin a Jazz band started to play – sending

you off in the jingle-jangles of New Orleans echoes.

Not spluttering or stalling in solemn procession

 

like the clapped out Citroen you once bought

without your hearing aid – and thought

was silent as a Rolls. They sprang into gear

full of sparks and flight, blowing trumpets

 

and trombones as if life depended on it,

all pistons firing like your brand new 1920s Bentley.

I saw you again, decked out in goggles and scarf,

dashing over hills and dales –

 

dazzling each passer-by, before roaring off

in a trail of dust.

 

Adam Wyeth will be launching his book with a wine reception on Saturday 19th February 2pm FREE event, all welcome.

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Date Correction – Adam Wyeth’s Book Launch

The launch of Adam Wyeth’s first collection, Silent Music, will take place on Saturday, 19th February at 2pm.

This is a free event with a wine reception – everyone is welcome.

Reviews of Silent Music:

‘The title poem of Adam Wyeth’s remarkable debut collection starts with some newsy observation which, with a smooth change of gear, turns into a probing meditation, a moment of almost-illumination. In ‘Ode to the Globe’, we are slyly wrong-footed by the title — it is about globe artichokes. But as the poem unfolds it turns out to be in praise of the earth and its pleasure after all. Such marrying of wit with lyric grace, and the circumspect and patient crafting throughout, make these poems a pleasure to read, and re-read.’  Maurice Riordan

‘The idyll of West Cork, that poetic Arcady beyond Innishannon, the poet becoming embedded and implicated in the Irish landscape; all of this leaving behind a grey trail of anguished suburbia of family tension and jettisoned journeys. From the sexual implications of ‘Ode to the Globe’ to the charged aesthetic of ‘Silent Music,’ from the ‘balsamic scents’ of Zimbabwe to the shared excrement of ‘Life is Shit,’ Wyeth has tested and tasted of life’s anthology of displacement and love in exile. This first book is the complex home-coming of a voyager in many lands, the poems racked neatly like so many recovered umbrellas.’ Thomas McCarthy



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