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The Sky Road

Mark Granier

ISBN: 978-1-903392-59-1

Page Count: 72

Publication Date: Tuesday, May 01, 2007

Cover Artwork: Mark Granier


About this Book

Mark Granier's second collection, The Sky Road, continues to explore themes that emerged in the first collection, Airborne - nature, death, art, love, travel - though here the road, both actual and metaphorical, is a central motif.


"Mark Granier's new collection brims with prizes by this seasoned practitioner of the lyric form. As in his previous collection, Airborne, these poems demonstrate an unfailing capacity for surprise, wonder and delight at the various world we move about in; this time the idiom emerges with additional resources, such as self-deprecating irony and stylistic aplomb. The poet has been honing a fresh blade with the last century's masters and wields this new instrument with relish." 

Seán Lysaght


"These compact, carefully crafted poems are capable of packing a considerable charge. Whether writing about the natural world, the city and its phenomena or about relationships, Mark Granier weighs what he experiences with truthfulness, poise and an attractive sense of what language can do. Refusing to be hurried, he suggests by implication that the reader would do well to follow suit."

Lawrence Sail


"In his deft illuminations of the ordinary world, Granier shows us the thin partition dividing a chilled sense of mortality from that throbbing everyday life we live and try to be aware of. Airborne is at once buoyant and 'down to earth...', as good poems should be."

Eamonn Grennan, on Mark Granier's first collection, Airborne


Author Biography

Mark Granier's first collection, Airborne, was published in 2001. He was awarded an Arts Council Bursary in 2002 and won the Vincent Buckley Poetry Prize in 2004. His second collection, The Sky Road, was published by Salmon in 2008.


Read a sample from this book

On A Harley Parked Outside Waterstone's

Chrome guts gleaming, long, low
slung and over the top, propped
at an angled swerve,
to doorstop the eye (opened
fully as a centrefold) it all, see, depends

on what holds in its own
compact eye uptilted on a down-
turned antler: scoop of savannah-red
brick, edge of the top
of Dawson Street, slashed by a blue

Indian-summer evening; deep,
unhindered miles and miles,
the Sky Road's rippling banner
angled above the sloth hour.


Reviews

Review by Fred Johnston of The Western Writers' Centre, Galway

"...pure, sensitive poetry..."

Some idea of what the discerning reader is in for can be gleaned from noting that a draft of the poem, 'The Circuit' won first prize in the English section of the 2002 Féile Filíochta International Poetry Competition, but even prizes apart, many of these poems have served their time in small magazines and other noteworthy publications. Whether tackling the gently historic or the amorously immediate, Granier has a touch as sure as an old master; he is one of a tiny number of poets who have come up relatively quickly but have had the talent to match the acceleration. In a masterstroke of poetic archeology, 'Find', the historic is made palm-sized and holdable: "No modern paving-brick, this/lopsided ovoid, raw/stone drawn from the mud//of a cobbled, medieval Drogheda./Unshaped and shapely/as a handy wedge, . . " To draw 'shapely' alongside 'unshapely' takes courage, but it works. Granier is a distinctly lyric-bound poet, who hears the music behind the shapes that are mere words:

"A tear in evening's lavender
cloud-carpet. There's time
to take in a bolt of hard blue ....."
- 'Singapore-London-Dublin'

For this reviewer, it's the wonderful and deceptively simplistic four sectioned poems making up 'Western Stills,' with titles such as 'Moon on Inis Mór', 'Approaching Dun Aengus,' 'Indreabhán, 5 a.m.', 'On The N6 which illustrate best what Mark Granier can do. Here image and feeling are fused into a photographer's imaginative but still absolute focus: an oar is 'bone-white,' a snowman is a 'thawing ghost', there is 'wave-thunder'. This is word-magic. A button-review cannot do justice to what is arguably one of the finest, most totally poetical collections of poetry this year, completely unmarred by affectation, rush, or corner-of-the-mouth smartness. They are mature. Best just go out, buy this memorable little book, sit back and let it blow through you. And congrats to Salmon for finding these poems and giving them a place to put their feet up.

- Fred Johnston



from 'Different responses to the dilemma of modern living' a review by Nessa O'Mahony in The Irish Times, August 11th 2007

If MacAuliffe charts the everyday in language that is conversational and idiomatic, Mark Granier adopts a more intense and lyric mode for his explorations. The Sky Road is also his second collection and it ranges widely, from Wicklow and Swords to Malaga, Vancouver, San Francisco and Melbourne; whatever the location, the language deployed is sensuous and celebratory. In Footholds, an unnamed landscape is described:

No one has a hand in this
nature, rust-dark, sap-green, accumulating
wing upon wing, fan upon fan, a map
of smells for the pygmy shrew -

In Driving Through The Sally Gap the bleak beauty is caught in lines such as "Cloud-browsed, darkening shoulders / go on down into a nesting ground / for the ghosts of glaciers". Very occasionally, Granier's heightened lyricism strikes a false note, but such lapses are rare and more often he combines a just-so accuracy with huge inventiveness. How about this for a description of a fruit machine paying out:

till it jammed on three melons, trembled slightly and spewed
£80, more than a week's wages then,
as if a whole silvery orchard shook itself

and stood still, a drench of what seemed like actual luck -

Nor is Granier afraid to take on the darker side of the Celtic Tiger. In Foreigners he depicts the casual racism of a brief encounter at a public phone box and provides his solution in A Blessed Curse where he wishes that

"your children and your children's children
marry, again, and again, he or she whose skin
is unmistakably (even in a dim light) that shade
that has you most affronted and afraid"



Review by Val Nolan, Poetry Ireland Review
Issue 98, July 2009

... The Sky Road is a book about journeys; ... Granier's poetry strolls through Swords, drives through the Sally Gap, swims off the coast of Vancouver by night and tumbles from the  deck of San Francisco's Golden Gate. A former winner of the Vincent Buckley Prize, Granier has produced a book 'nudged, absently, by the planet' itself, a collection in which Irish landscapes blend into those from around the world. 'Singapore - London - Dublin' is the title of one piece; 'Here, There' the title of another. The poet's conception of contemporary Irish identity is lyrical and globalised. The streets and boulevards of foreign capitals run seamlessly into Mount Street Bridge or the dual carriageway at Kilmacanogue, and, though the occasional flippancy of some poems here distracts, The Sky Road negotiates the slipstrem between the Irish and the international in a suitably satisfying fashion.

Furthermore, and refreshingly unlike many contemporary Irish poets, Granier is unafraid to extend the international influence backwards, to a childhood defined not by Fáilte Ireland hokum but by imports such as The Man from U.N.C.L.E. and Doctor Who. This, of course, is not to say there aren't hints of a more insular past in The Sky Road. 'Our dark / island kept itself to itself,' he says at one point, but overall his willingness to acknowledge the patchwork of influences on his generation makes his recollections more sincere. Yes, the ghosts of old Ireland still wander Granier's byways, but they share the airwaves with garbled broadcasts from the BBC and with the contrails of aircraft bound for everywhere. Moreover, ... the spirits here will not easily be put to rest.  They remain part of the conversation, communing with both the landscape and the poet: 'Are you dead?' Granier asks of a familiar, only to receive the ambiguous answer: 'I'm still here'.

On the N6, the N1, and the N11 - all major routes emanating from Dublin to urban centres around the island - Granier encounters both shades of the past and the 'curse or gift' of the present's unfulfilled aspirations. One particularly subtle stanza conflates these concerns with the passing innocence of childhood:

Thin, tall, armless, a thawing ghost
of a snowman - a milestone
for where miles go.

Elsewhere he reads the country's new roads like lines on the hand of the nation, following them as they take the load of a national consciousness preoccupied with notions of modernity and vacuous success. For the most part, these are poems 'delicately arranging their way', and, arriving at the many destinations of The Sky Road, Granier makes the admirable point that 'One's uneventful flight / is another's tenfold-night'.

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