A restless, probing imagination and a music lover’s ear are among the elements that drive the poems in Sligo-born Elaine Cosgrove’s much anticipated debut collection, in which the poet’s wide range of interests are matched only by the startling variety of her approaches. These are energetic, youthful poems, poems alive with fresh vision and compelling rhythm. But her achievements never descend to mere novelty, and these protean, determinedly awake poems are always wholly engaging, accurate and true.
“The poems in Transmissions are swift and agile and gleefully accomplished.They will leave you dazed in a grateful way.”
— Colin Barrett
“A true apprentice to the vast tradition that has gone before, yet strikingly original, her craft is sharp and these brilliant poems are offered generously to strangers ‘stuck for conversation’. Cosgrove is one of the most important rising voices in Irish Poetry today.” — Elaine Feeney
What does the failed heart know anymore?
Does it know to live on until it dies;
to stop being a balled-up fury
of wringing hands that bathe in salt to wrinkles?
What does the breaker know of the lupine days
paid for on a three-bedroom at minus one,
minus you; Canary-coloured walls ear
the bounce-back of silence over dinner.
What does the connection do when it’s gone?
How do the lines fill up their hollow gaps
with new wires? Will the feedback from the
permanent interruptions make you turn off the sound?
This from your breaker: learn to make
a joy that’s all your own and make it very loud.