You who are on the road Must have a code that you can live by And so become yourself Because the past is just a good bye Despite the fact that I cannot think of a single person whose life has remained untouched by
Intentions and Aspirations: If you've been hanging out by our lockers for a while you already know some of the language by which we define The Operating System. We've referred to this
The thing that first drew me to the poetry of Eamon Grennan was his deft handling of ekphrasis and his strong, playful sense of the music that is possible within a poem. “In The National Gallery, London” from his first book, What Light There Is still stands as perhaps the most shining exemplar of these twin traits in his work. On my first trip to London a few years ago, I carried a photocopy of this poem with me. During my visit to the Dutch galleries that inspired Grennan, I found myself reading the poem out loud to the Rembrandts and Vermeers and Avercamps (and the handful of other patrons within earshot) in an effort to reverse-engineer the impulse that led to this chewy, musical poem.