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Stack eschews the language of the politically correct, opting instead for a rawness that strips bare his emotional integrity, seen to startling effect in ‘Beauty’ and the familial questioning ‘Grandma.’  He cuts through the mawkish to what Wallace Stevens calls ‘the plain sense of things’ and that in itself is a tremendous thing but when he allies it with the power of driven language  we recognize Patrick Stack as the poet/prophet he surely is.

Category: Revival Press


Patrick Stack’s poetry bristles with an anger reminiscent of Kavanagh’s Adventures in the Bohemian Jungle, or of the pamphleteering Milton. He invokes the God Lugh to ‘help us banish the ravening beast from our lands and hearts.’ Stack probes deep ‘beneath the  euphemisms’ that disguise the beasts in his tour de force ‘The day the Revolution Came.’  Through this epic, which, surely, is the anthem of the age, he bears witness to the rage of the many who have been traduced by the Irish establishment.


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