Author: David Prater

  • look up to the sky and phone me … don’t leave home without photographing it … never wake up when the stars are text messaging … just hang up when the delay starts messing with your head … all your italian credit is dead … gone to the great numeral zero in the magnetic strip…

  • july has been a month of forts … (i write out my self-imposed exile) from central park to sandy cove belgrade’s citadel to old dubrovnik (but maybe now i’ll write a modern poem disregard historical valour) i like the way joyce twisted facts made buck mulligan & the other one appear more evil than they…

  • suddenly through sunshine … they

  • Eire Supply

    readers small change and steps

  • 18 Fields

    0 zero (none, nothing)

  • blast bombs spherical footfalls

  • Gaeltacht!

    both her pearse had ears –

  • Mná

    in the mirror save clouds

  • Fir

    but the time or the dream

  • & father following drowsily behind

  • Chinese Boys

    diaspora of the unions past

  • Dublin Gulls

    singing the ocean that was

  • An Air

    airs come rushing from the grave

  • What better way to mark yesterday’s 100th anniversary of Bloomsday than to admit I have never read more than twenty pages of Ulysses, due in no small part to the Leavisite method of critical textual analysis introduced in my first days of undergraduate English. Don’t get me wrong: I respect the man, and having heard…

  • The Fauves

    It’s no secret that I’m a huge fan of The Fauves – just take a look at my interview with lead singer Andrew Cox, featured in the current issue of Cordite. I first got into The Fauves as an undergraduate. My friend Dom had bought their first EP, a woeful effort called This Mood Has…