Marcus Slease (JJ Mars) is a (mostly) surrealist and fabulist writer from Portadown, N. Ireland and Utah.
His latest book is Play Yr Kardz Right (Dostoyevsky Wannabe, 2017).
He lives in Madrid, Spain.
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TIN HOUSE MAGAZINE
Super happy to have poems in the new Tin House. Just got my copy. Stellar feast on faith in there. Joy Williams. Anne Carson. Aimee Bender. Louise Erdrich. Lotsa goodies in there.
From my poem "Sacred Spring" in the new Tin House. A lost baby. Miscarriage. Travel. The great ships come and go.
From my poem "Baptism" in the new issue of Tin House. Visited psychologist in Portadown. Think I was six. They wanted me to draw an 8. I couldn't draw an 8. I drew two circles joined together. Over and over. Then I got baptised at 8. My foot kept coming out of the water. I can never get clean enough. Sinning is infinity.
This review really hit it for me. I recently read Maurice Scully's _Livelihood_ and Geofrey Squires _Untitled and Other Poems_ is on deck (I love that baseball term. It is baseball, right?)
I think this is from The Nortre Dame review, but I found it via goofle (I mean google).
Another Ireland: Part Two
Maurice Scully, The Basic Colours. Durham, UK: Pig Press, 1994.
Geoffrey Squires, Landscapes and Silences. Dublin: New Writers' Press, 1996.
Catherine Walsh, Idir Eatortha and Making Tents. London: Invisible Books, 1996.
By Robert Archambeau
I began the first half of this article (Notre Dame Review #4) by mentioning some of the limits to the legendary hospitality Ireland has shown to its poets. If you arrive in Ireland from any point of departure outside of Eastern Europe, you will indeed find a public far more willing than the one you left behind to grant poets the recognition all but the most ascetic secretly crave. However, this hospitality has never extended to Irish poets w…