At first blush, Fitzmaurice seems hopelessly anachronistic. His poems rhyme and swing along like pop songs (sure, he's Irish, like those Beatle fellas). His subjects and often his attitudes toward them don't shy away from sentiment; he can become nostalgic over
sean-nos, the old style of Irish folksinging, and surprisingly pious over the Blessed Virgin. But he doesn't call her the Blessed Virgin; rather, "A plucky girl, unmarried too." He balances nostalgia with callousness to end up in modest and humane acceptance of the reality that most of us "ride the middle way / Between selling out and buying in" because we shrink from the falsehoods of both sentimentality and cynicism. In short, he writes about the way things are--mundane and plainly beautiful--and the way people are--informed by that something often called the spirit. He is, in the best sense, a popular poet.
Ray Olson
Review
2-d, 3-d
Among The Nations
Art Without Opinion
At The Ball Game
A Bedtime Story
Bigwigs
Blessed Ashes
Budgie
Cill Aodain
The Common Touch
Dancing Through
A Family Tale
Fireplace
'the Free Books'
Gaeilge
Galvin And Vicars
Getting To Know You
Good Friday
Hence The Songs
Hiring Time At The Supermarket
The Hurt Bird
'i Thirst'
In Memoriam Danny Cunningham 1912 - 1995
The Interview
The Lone Star Trail
Mary
Mary Most Grace-full
May Dalton
Moments When Hopelessness Is Physical
Narcissus
Nativity
Not For Sale
Ode To A Bluebottle
Oisin's Farewell To Niamh
An Old Man And His Joy
The Old Words
Port Na Bpucal
Primary Education
The Pull Of The Supernatural
The Road To Damascus
The Spailpin Fanach
Survivor
Taking Stock
The Teacher
That Christmas
Thy Will Be Done
To Martin Hayes, Fiddler
Tom Cooper
Two Brothers
The Village Hall
Willie Dore
With Michael Hartnett In Barnagh Gardens
The Yellow Bittern
I Am Raftery
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