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Salmon In London October 17!


Eyewear recommends: First reading at The Troubdour this season!

Mon 17 oct: celebrating thirty years of galway’s salmon poetry
with julian stannard, lorna shaughnessy, todd swift, nessa o’mahony, alan jude moore, noel monahan, anne le marquand hartigan, (ed.) jessie lendennie and guitarist henry fajemirokun
Inspired by the Salmon of Knowledge in Celtic mythology, Salmon Press was established in Galway in 1981 as an alternative voice in Irish literature, and has published 300 volumes of poetry over the past 30 years.
v Julian Stannard taught English & American Lit. at University of Genoa for many years—The Parrots of Villa Gruber Discover Lapis Lazuli (2011) completes his Genoese trilogy;
v Lorna Shaughnessy has published translations of contemporary Mexican poetry—most recent poetry collection, Witness Trees (2011);
v Todd Swift lectures in creative writing at Kingston University and is Oxfam poet-in-residence, collections include Seaway: New & Selected Poems (2008);
v Nessa O'Mahony won the National Women's Poetry Competition—her verse-novel In Sight of Home was published in 2009;
v Alan Jude Moore has been short-listed twice for the Hennessy Prize; his third collection is Strasbourg (2011);
v Noel Monahan’s fifth Salmon collection is Curve of the Moon (2010)—his poetry is now prescribed text for Leaving Certificate English;
v Anne Le Marquand Hartigan's seventh collection will be Unsweet Dreams: Poems of Laughter, Wit and Sex (Oct, 2011)—her prose includes Clearing The Space, the Why of Writing (1996);
v Salmon Poetry co-founder/ed. Jessie Lendennie has edited anthologies, and a book of essays, Poetry: Reading It, Writing It, Publishing It (2009)—latest poetry collection, Walking Here (2011);
¯ with music from singer/guitarist Henry Fajemirokun.

readings MONDAYS from 8 to 10 pm, tickets £7 concessions £6,
season tickets 30% off…
cheques payable to Coffee-House Poetry at PO Box address below, no credit cards

events at: 263-267 Old Brompton Road LONDON SW5
(no mail to this address, see correspondence address below)
nr. junct. Earls Court Rd & Old Brompton Rd
nearest Tube station: Earls Court (District & Piccadilly Lines)

for information, advance booking, season ticket & mailing list enquiries,
write to Anne-Marie Fyfe
at Coffee-House Poetry, PO Box 16210, LONDON, W4 1ZP
or e-mail: CoffPoetry@aol.com

Comments

Poetry Pleases! said…
Dear Todd

October 17th was my poet father's birthday. I hope that everything goes well on that special day.

Best wishes from Simon

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