Black Moon
Matthew Sweeney
Black Moon
Matthew Sweeney
Negotiating the borders and hinterlands of Central and Eastern Europe uawith occasional coracle trips or forays to Antarctica for a round of golf uathe homesick flaneur surveys the surrounding devastation with the same mixture of fascination and alarm he feels when he discovers the sweat-mark on his T-shirt makes a perfect map of Ireland. All around, he sees natural and man-made catastrophe: the ruins and remnants of war peopled by kidnappers and assassins, feral dogs, death squads, the dispossessed and deracinated. These poems are parables of threat, parties for the end of the world; they speak eloquently of damage, displacement and the resulting swell of terror: ‘I looked back at the door heard the lock click, then beyond another lock, then another.
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