Derek Mahon

So a poem for joy.

There's a, it's Derek Mahon.

I think it's the poem.

Yeah.

Joy generally.

Joy generally, yeah.

It's called Kinsale by Derek Mahon.

The kind of rain we knew is a thing of the past, deep delving, dark, deliberate, you would say, browsing on spire and bogland.

What does that mean to you?

Oh, what does it mean to me? So it's inspired by a part of The Sea in Winter by Derek Mahon, which is this long verse letter, really beautiful.

So it's inspired by a few lines from that.

For me, I was just really drawn to the idea of the different forms of fret.

Albert Camus is there.

James Shuler is there.

And Derek Mahon is there.

What was the logic in breaking it up into four parts? For me, when I was reading, I felt like part one was the sea itself.