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Virtual Tides / Paul Casey

Virtual Tides

By: Paul Casey

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These vivid and powerful poems are searing indictments of mealy-mouthed hypocrites; they hex anyone who stands in the path of goodness and light; and they ritualize expressions of compassion and love into powerful medicine for the head. Sophisticated and complex, they yet manage to be generous and open-hearted, much like Paul Casey himself.   Paula Meehan Paul Case...
ISBN 978-1-908836-09-0
Pub Date Wednesday, February 10, 2016
Cover Image Rosie O'Regan
Page Count 68
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These vivid and powerful poems are searing indictments of mealy-mouthed hypocrites; they hex anyone who stands in the path of goodness and light; and they ritualize expressions of compassion and love into powerful medicine for the head. Sophisticated and complex, they yet manage to be generous and open-hearted, much like Paul Casey himself.  
Paula Meehan

Paul Casey impresses with his versatility, sophistication and wit. His poems are shape-shifters of sound and style. One moment they are quick and shiny as satellites. The next dark and thoughtful as standing stones in a circle. They range, they lope, they gallop, strident or hushed. At all times they are concerned and caring.
Kobus Moolman

With words chosen as skilfully as a flint is knapped Casey relates a modernity still marked by the Neolithic at its fringes, how we are all still pressed by the historic heft of stone, how ripples radiate from each of us to affect the world around us.
Patrick Cotter

Pure poetry. Unstoppable poetry. Poetry that’s necessary.
Mary O’Donnell

Paul Casey

Paul Casey’s début collection is home more or less (Salmon Poetry, 2012). A chapbook of longer poems, It’s Not all Bad, appeared from The Heaventree Press in 2009. He has published poems in journals and anthologies in Ireland, the US, China, Romania, South Africa and online. Aside from writing poetry he is a multimedia artist, teacher, events director, editor, occasional filmmaker and poet in residence each May for Carechoice, a group of elderly homes in county Cork. He also edits the annual Unfinished Book of Poetry, verse written by secondary school students in Cork city and runs multimedia and creative writing courses for adults at the Cork College of Commerce. He is the founder/director of the non-for-profit poetry organisation, Ó Bhéal.

Author photograph by Andy Ferreira

International Citizen  

The eyes are passports
as the eyes of wildcats bright beneath the moon
that say, we are from here

as oxygen water sun are
arctic tern, shearwater, sandpiper, godwit, wheatear
as monarch, the humpback are

the probing nostrils of newly acquainted
rhino, hundreds in the pitch black at lake rendezvous 
from miles every which way

dawn leaves only footprints.
Ghosts in New York, Seoul, Damascus have mouths 
that sound as birds or goats sound

Who drew these lines between us?
In the daylight, their busy heads control remote bodies
passport gazes set straight ahead


Virtual Companion   

this android I married
this heart that is not a phone
this answer-any-question-in-the-world 
machine

unquestioning, backup brain
ever-ready scrabble companion
sci-fi fantasy come true
and namer of stars

you’re a legless, personal typist in longhand
media mogul
radio, mp3 player, home theatre
bank teller and one-stop shop

instant news
weather vane
compass rose
master-slave umbrella for cyber rain

pocket pc 
instant handicam 
voice-to-text poet pad
and digital grave

you morph to a mirror in a click
Some backgammon with that coffee love?
oh torch of blackest night
oh map-master, global positioning amigo

precision time machine
trusty teleporter 
dearest, life remote-control
take me now


alfalfa in cursive

so that the nib stays on the page
in continuous curlicue from the 
ear of the first a to the last a's tail
in one fluid symbol of neverending
conjoined curves, I say, I write, alfalfa

and so that I may jib and tack
through the gusting of language
without pause, muscles of the
hand flowing in obescience to
the electric infinity of soundshapes

I say and write

alfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfalfa


Copyright © Paul Casey 2016

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