Liam Carson
@liamcarson.bsky.social
Author of memoir Call Mother a Lonely Field. Haiku poet (first collection Belfast Twilight just published by Salmon Poetry). Director of IMRAM Féile Litríochta Gaeilge/Irish-language Literature Festival.
In Cardiff now, at statue of a great Welshman and a political hero.
Current location, listening to Super Furry Animals playing à full set in Welsh.
In this talk Andrew Fitzsimons takes a closer look at Bashō, showing how his popular image as a poet of nature is complicated by the poems he actually wrote. Fitzsimons, reveals a multi-faceted character, a poet concerned not only with the natural world, but with language itself.
Andrew Fitzsimons | Kilkenny Arts Festival | 6-16 August 2026
Matsuo Bashō (1644–1694) is Japan’s greatest poet, a wandering Zen master whose haiku helped define the essence of Japanese sensibility. But the real Bashō was far more complex than his image1
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tugging me back to the pond lotus flower #DailyHaikuPrompt #haiku #senryu
Am I the only one watching devastating wildfires break out across Europe while our governments green light data centres, more fossil fuels and more. Great swathes of materialistic humans building huge monster homes, buying jets and cars that just pollute. And none of them seem to care. ☹️
When the story of why humanity didn't stop climate change is written, it will feature front pages like this. Even as the skies blacken with climate change-induced wildfires, right wing media continue their relentless crusade against measures to tackle it.
I'll be reading at Bere Island Arts Festival on Saturday 19 September. See link below. Hope you can make it, and the festival has a great programme of events overall.
Reading by Liam Carson / Poetry Competition Winners — BERE ISLAND ARTS FESTIVAL
Critically acclaimed poet Liam Carson, acclaimed for his memoir Call Mother a Lonely Field and his recent haiku collection Belfast Twilight , joins the festival to read from his work and announce t...
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Haiku found in My Life by Lyn Hejinian crouched in a dew at dawn a cluster of cows an African flower appears on my father’s grave but not by chance the full span of the wind-filled sail its shadow darkens currents old woman loves to roam in the woods she sings in her sleep
Volvelle, a beautiful collection from Rachael Boast, just published today. Order at link below.
Volvelle by Rachael Boast
An impassioned new collection from the Forward Prize-winning poetVolvelle, Rachael Boast’s fifth poetry collection, highlights the need to remember old forms of
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Bere Island Arts Festival International Poetry Competition Comórtas Filíochta Idirnáisiúnta Oileáin Bhéarra Entries welcome in both Irish and English. Tá fáilte roimh dánta i nGaeilge nó i mBéarla. Full information at link below/gach eolas ag an nasc thíos Judged by Liam Carson
2026 Poetry Competition — BERE ISLAND ARTS FESTIVAL
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Haiku found in Lyn Hejinian. over the Delta as we take a muddy track lightning dances blown through the open casement window leaves, a moth, a sphinx flying so close i hear their feathers flutter swooping vultures at the end of the five mile forest trail old ghost town
along the border between fields of sunflowers guards with guns (haiku found in My Life by Lyn Heijinian)
once I'm alone I cough up a purple camellia --Shinko Tokizane 一人になると紫のつばき吐く 時実新子 Notes: 1. つばき吐く (tsubaki haku) echoes the common expression つばを吐く (tsuba wo haiku, "to spit (saliva)." 2. By itself, "haku" can mean spit (up), cough up, or vomit. #senryu #translation
Haiku found in My Life by Lyn Heijinian redwoods in their absolute dark shadows and motes of light decrying in the jungle a toucan with burning lips the black binder opens like a snapdragon a poem begins little puffs of dust pop out from under the feet odour of chamomile
reading a poem for my dead brother suddenly a starling! Poem by Rachael Boast.
Haiku found in My Life by Lyn Heijinian listen to the night the ticking of the creek as it turns little stones the cat in long flat meditation its tail twitching a word is a buoyant burr i lift my pen Mozart on the radio in a darkened room my mother listening
Patti Smith sings in the stage lights a flickering of moths
Thank you to Rachael Boast for this lovely poem about Ciaran. It's from her new collection Volvelle, which is a joy.
Delighted to receive this gift in the post today. Looking forward to reading it!
As a programmer-warlord, it looks like I'll do fine in this post apocalyptic scenario.
I let my daughter, 9, stay up a little late to finish reading her third Nancy Drew mystery, by the lamp at her bed. Is it 1955? 1985? What is happening? Not a phone in sight, literacy thriving; don’t let the world fall apart.
so bright in the canal's dark water lily's yellow flower a willow weeps into the dark canal a heron takes flight glittering over the dark canal dragonflies red ripple in the canal's dark water neon barber's sign rippling circles all across the canal water-boatmen
