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Originally located in Sullivan's Quay, the centre moved to its current premises in the Frank O'Connor House (the author's birthplace) at 84 Douglas Street, in 2003.
In 2000, the Munster Literature Centre organised the first Frank O'Connor International Short Story Festival, an event dedicated to the celebration of the short story and named for one of Cork's most beloved authors. The festival showcases readings, literary forums and workshops. Following continued growth and additional funding, the Cork City - Frank O'Connor International Short Story Award was introduced in 2005, coinciding with Cork's designation as that year's European Capital of Culture. The award is now recognised as the single biggest prize for a short story collection in the world and is presented at the end of the festival.
In 2002, the Munster Literature Centre introduced the Seán Ó Faoláin Short Story Prize, an annual short story competition dedicated to one of Ireland's most accomplished story writers and theorists. This too is presented during the FOC festival. The centre also hosts the Cork Spring Literary Festival each year.
Workshops are held by featured authors in both autumn and spring, allowing the general public to receive creative guidance in an intimate setting for a minimal fee. In addition, the centre sponsors a Writer in Residence each year.
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Southword Editions, 2005.
Poems by Barbara Korun. Translated from Slovene by Theo Dorgan.
The elements of Barbara Korun's poems are easily stated: light, earth, air, stars, the animal realm, her beloved karst landscape, the sovereign erotics of being human. What gives these poems their lift and savour, however, is not so easily named. Korun is both blunt and subtle, at once fantastically delicate and brutally direct as she confronts the terror and mystery and rough joys of being a mind incarnate– or, if you prefer, a thinking animal. Nobody now writing in English is as daring or clear-eyed about desire at the twin edges of meaning and fear.
What critics have said:
"This is an amazing book by a courageous and visionary poet from Slovenia. Barbara Korun's direct voice is haunting and full of surprises, Theo Dorgan's translations propelling it into English pieces that leave most American poetry behind." -The Bloomsbury Review
"Theo Dorgan's delicate translations of the Slovene poet Barbara Korun's equally delicate yet precise poems of love and loss are generous, faithful echoes of the strongly-gendered voice of the original." -The Irish Times
Selected Poems from Songs of Earth and Light
When I come
I will not be singing,
I will simply be there.
I will be light
that makes flowers grow,
prompts people to make love.
Everything is possible. Everything.
Light pours from the belly.
All is forgiven,
all is settled.
Every leaf will shivering with love.
I lie on your shoulder.
Dusk like a great black poppy
nods in the valley.
The bright milk of the West
flows from the mountain peaks.
The warm earth is wide-awake,
steams in the evening grass.
Lower and ever closer, the sky’s embrace.
Everything fading, dissolving into mist;
even your body is disappearing
into the deep, dark sky.
A room, then, a white room,
walls bright with limewash,
white shutters, bare wooden floor;
a bed in this empty room
and, in the far corner, two rucksacks.
Through the wide-open window
the smell of pines breaking in.
Rasp of cicadas dying away.
A bed in this room, this white room,
a couple sprawled there in blank heat,
gazing into a sky so blue they
are drowning in distance.
Legs, hips, hearts are touching –
but their eyes are turned towards
the high blue, they are rapt in the infinite.
This is how souls touch,
how they go to each other
under the skin and deeper yet…
Do I cover you, all of you?
Do you find shelter, here in me?
Here in the quiet, souls in their silence
Pour one into another, bound
in filaments of light.
There are rainbow patterns
on the milky ceiling,
soft explosions of colour.
Is anything softer than your finger tips?
What do your lips taste of?
Let me taste your heart’s pulse, let me
feel the blood sway in your veins.
I would lie here for hours
unmoving in the silence,
The world breaks in the white blank of noon.
Everything falls away, only your closeness
is ever closer, ever more present and yes,
this is powerful, yes, I too am afraid;
I am being so careful
not to hurt you, not to hurt myself
Slowly now, no need to hurry,
time falls away, space falls away,
now there is only you.
Like this, the sea opening before Moses.
Like this, the world opening before me.
All that there is beats in your body,
beats in your heart.
Let me be closer still, let me
be deeply, completely inside you. Let me be you…
And then, the miracle. With a word, a touch,
you admit me to the moonlit glade of your self.
I can wade through the undergrowth of your groin,
rest in the soft nest of you navel,
I can lick at your armpits as a deer licks her fawn,
I can flick at your little ears,
I can drill my tongue into the whorls of your heart.
Sweet shivering shakes my body, too.
I can taste your every perception, your every thought.
The membrane of solitude stretches and bursts,
I am flooded in waves of you.
I am entranced by your big toes,
your big toes bring me joy!
Coarse skin on your heels, imagine that!
What a wonderful playground, your body,
a surprise at every step. We are like children
at play in each other, at play in the infinite sea.
No fear yet. No shame yet.
Everything here is one: yourself, myself, the sea, the sea.
Copyright ©2005 Barbara Korun
English translation Copyright ©2005 Theo Dorgan
Barbara Korun was born in 1963 in Ljubljana. Her collection Ostrina Miline (The Edge of Grace, Mladinska Knjiga 1999) received the National Book Fair Award for a debut collection. Her other collections of poetry & prose poems are Zapiski Iz Podmizja (Notes from under the Table, Apokalipsa 2003) and Razpoke (Fissures, Nova Revija 2004). A small chapbook in English, Chasms, appeared from Poetry Miscellany Publications, UT Chattanooga USA, in 2003.
A leading figure in a generation of radical young women poets, her work has been published in many anthologies and reviews, in twelve languages. She works on the editorial boards of the literary journals Apokalipsa and Nova Revija.
Theo Dorgan is a poet, broadcaster, translator, editor and documentary scriptwriter. His poetry collections include The Ordinary House of Love, Rosa Mundi and Sappho’s Daughter. His work has been translated into many languages, including a selected poems in Italian, La Casa ai Margini del Mondo, and a Spanish–language edition of Sappho’s Daughter, La Hija de Safo. He is the editor of Irish Poetry Since Kavanagh, and co-edited Revising the Rising, The Great Book of Ireland, the anthology Watching The River Flow and An Leabbar Mór, the Great Book of Gaelic. His Jason and The Argonauts, to music by Howard Goodall, was commissioned by and premiered in the Royal Albert Hall in 2004. Sailing for Home, his prose memoir of an Atlantic crossing under sail, was published in late 2004. He is a member of Aosdána and of The Arts Council / An Chomhairle Ealaíon.
Born in Cork in 1953, he lives in Dublin.
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