My Body Was Braille For The Creeping

I've Always Associated The Moment Of Writing With A Moment Of Lift, Of Joy, Of Unexpected Reward.

Hope Is Not Optimism, Which Expects Things To Turn Out Well, But Something Rooted In The Conviction That There Is Good Worth Working For.

Write Whatever You Like!

Poetry Cannot Afford To Lose Its Fundamentally Self-delighting Inventiveness, Its Joy In Being A Process Of Language As Well As A Representation Of Things In The World.

Desmond O'grady Is One Of The Senior Figures In Irish Literary Life, Exemplary In The Way He Has Committed Himself Over The Decades To The Vocation Of Poetry And Has Lived Selflessly For The Art