Frank Corcoran

” Ounds , liver, this wren
We crucified for Stephen,
Its sly life awry. “

Yes, Pratoleva´s first week is up and running. No cuckoo, the evenings are still too cold; sap rising, though.
Yes, this morning´s morning – lizards , two newly hatched ( ? ) , nibbled at my wellingtons below at the Dependance in great morning sun. Where lizards lick, can Spring be far behind? Our viper vicious [...]

FRANK CORCORAN : born 1944 in Tipperary . Studied in Dublin, Rome and Berlin ( Boris Blacher ).
1980 D.A.A.D. Künstlerprogramm Berlin. Since 1983 Professor at Hamburg. Many distinctions , commissions and prizes, incl. Fulbright Professorship in the U.S.A. 1989 – 90 and many guest-lectureships there and in Europe.
Among recent activities are [...]

It was agreed back around 1811 to shed the rhetorical question. We still have the filmic schnitt. Still. Thus my pipe, mo phíopa: ” I am big with self-impiportance, a dudeen pregnancy, St. Agglutinatio, loveliest of saints !” The coyness of smoker Magritte. You can not say : ” I am immense with glory!” [...]

LAMENTO : QUASI
Remember, surfer, thou are dust; it is the blight. Wherefore thence this matutinal montage about funeral-urns ? Is it the sport aspect ? That all? Sure now ? It must have been nineteen fifty four, the morning already very hot, harnessed horses frisky, suppressed excitement. The still still hay-knife in its [...]

I´ve done my own collaging, Umbran and English; ecco, here´s my heady brew:
SONGS OF TERROR AND LOVE Frank Corcoran ( 2009 ) . Texts by Jacopone da Todi :
1. Chi pro Cristo v ´empazzato / Pare afflitto e tribulato.
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