Cahal Dallat: Poet, Musician and Critic

CL Dallat

  • London-based poet, critic, musician (b. Ballycastle, Co. Antrim, educ. Queen’s University, Belfast)
  • poetry awards include Keats-Shelley Prize, 2017 (see ‘Giant’, right) and Strokestown International Prize
  • plays bandoneon, musette-accordion, flute, mando-fiddle, piano, clarinet, soprano-sax etc; resident musician at Coffee-House Poetry at the Troubadour from 1997
  • writes on Irish fiction & drama for literary journals including Times Literary Supplement and Guardian
  • regular panellist on BBC Radio 4’s weekly arts magazine, Saturday Review, from 1998
  • teaches creative-writing masterclasses and poetry seminars, lectures on literature/music/history, joint talk/music/poetry events with poet Anne-Marie Fyfe (to whom he’s married)
  • Causley 100 musician/poet-in-residence at Charles Causley’s house in Cornwall, writing new settings for Causley poems (Summer 2017)
  • Research Fellowship at the Harry Ransom Center of the University of Texas in Austin (Spring 2018), supported by the C.P. Snow Memorial Fund
  • organiser/inspiration behind WB Yeats Bedford Park Artwork Project marking 19c London artists’-colony where Nobel-prizewinning poet/dramatist WBY lived
  • John Hewitt Society committee-member, involved in John Hewitt International Summer School in the Antrim Glens from 1988, and in Armagh from 2003

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Diary

  • plus non-West-Country events during Causley Trust residency…
  • Sun 28 May, 2.30—5pm: Land of Heart’s Desire: a W.B. Yeats/Bedford Park walk (for University of North Florida) fully booked
  • Mon 29 May, 8—10pm, States of Writing: Brooklyn poet D. Nurkse reads, plus ‘in-conversation’ with CL Dallat, plus, students from University of North Florida, plus singer/guitarist Mark Ari, Coffee-House Poetry at the Troubadour, Earls Court
  • Mon 12 Jun, 8—10pm, A Matter of Life and Death: the much-loved, and award-winning, Michigan poet, essayist and undertaker, Thomas Lynch, reads, plus ‘in-conversation’ with CL Dallat, at Coffee- House Poetry
  • Sun 25 Jun, 2.30—5pm: Land of Heart’s Desire: a W.B. Yeats/Bedford Park walk (book now via Coffee-House Poetry)
  • Mon 26 Jun, 8—10pm, Planet Earth: poetry party on the theme of planets and perseids, stars and satellites, orbits, galaxies and constellations… with music and prize-quiz by CL Dallat, at Coffee- House Poetry
               

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Reviews/Coverage

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From the Archives

Poetry Couples in Magma 40

Giant

The one exceptional thing about him—
as we worked late August nights on import
software for Italian racing-bikes for his friend Italo,
percentage landing charges, demurrage, lire
conversions and freight forwarding—

was there was nothing exceptional about him
if you ignored the tallest-man-in-the-country
thing, maybe in-the-world back then, and maybe
his giant-size civility. And that we’d take
our son to watch him at Sunday soccer

though basketball was his first love, or to see
him play a circus giant in the Merrick film.
(Yes, in-the-world, probably—a Melbourne chain
had him open ‘giant’ hypermarkets across that huge
continent). And that his VW driver’s seat

was well in the back, his racing-bike a pair
of penny-farthing ‘pennies’ with eleven gears.
Our children found out giants today
far from overbearing could be wry,
awkward and funny—like, but not at all

like, anybody else. And even when he sat
right down on our low-profile sofa
he couldn’t avoid talking down to us.
The papers when he finally passed on
would focus mostly on the ten pallbearers.

Winner, Keats-Shelley Prize, 2017

Love on a Rock

Who could tell them now – out in the world,
its plethorae of arc-lights, halogens, discos —
those lighthouse children with listening eyes,
now the last tin cup, plate and fork
are stowed in the last canvas bag under
a fo’c‘sle and rowed with their owner
to the supply port, gold watch and severance.

But you’d know them then in utility brown-
and-cream rooms, wiser in their generations
than world-children; at jonquil Formica tables,
sucked HB stubs at poise to take down
wireless PO boxes, or describe collections
and hobbies to comics; devouring a quarter’s worth —
in a morning — of Dandys and Beanos and Judys
since the weather last faired; or dwelling
on all missing lightkeeping men …
know them playing ecksy-oseys in winter,
hopscotching the one slab of cement
between storm door and fairweather jetty:
and know by their manners when bible-people
came with flasks in baskets and Old-Testament
crayoning books, or hikers with tripods
to put the rock in their textbooks and maps.

You might see them still, if you’re careful
on city-hall or tower-block stairways, left
foot tiptoed on an absent stiletto from years
navigating anti-clockwise tight spiral stairs:
or find them when everyone’s gone,
rocking against the emulsioned wall
in the dark of a seventh-floor office
and the sound that you hear isn’t them
but the thinness of baby-seals’ weeping
or the contralto with auburn-grey wisps
chanting the bright stormy sea as she folds
the cold grey sheet down and Trinity-
House-issue blankets, tells them never
to fret. Or their lilting along to the small-
gansied man with pipe-grime under
his left index-nail rippling a hornpipe’s
slow triplets on a Breton concertina.

And you’ll know them in truth for children
of the rocks, for they’ll have preset
the Xerox’s counter right up to the thousand,
lid-up and nothing on the glass, eyelids
numb on the margin of sleep as the phasings
of light take them home to the beam-room again.

Winner, Strokestown International Poetry Competition, 2006

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