Welcome to my world
I was born in the foothills of the remote Cork and Kerry mountains in the deep south of Ireland. We had no electricity and so of course there was no TV or radio but we did have the turf fires and the ‘Storytellers’. My earliest memories are of sitting by the fire late at night, being fascinated, frightened and mesmerized by some of the ancient Celtic myths and legends told by the very best storytellers. These stories were layered with wisdom and romance and they intrigued our young minds to no end. They expanded our imaginations and transported us to other worlds.
Poetry in Childhood.
I loved it with a deep unexplainable love, even since before I could understand some of the words I found poetry was a very spiritual art form. It could be so civilized and yet so raw and natural. From an early age I used it as an escape vehicle. Poets like Yates, Poe, Tennyson and Frost rocketed me away instantly from some very fanatical weirdo’s we had teaching us as children.
Poetry in Adulthood.
I was thirty-five years old when my world got turned upside down. Again poetry came to the rescue. This time as the poet. I wrote insatiably in an effort to offload the pain from a broken heart and severe depression.
I would do the odd spot on stage at festivals, just one piece, perhaps five minutes. Then I found I was inadvertently winning all sorts of awards with my brief stints on stage. I was persuaded to apply for festivals, my own performance gigs. I have now performed my poetry and songs at all the major festivals around Australia and I have released two CD’s and a DVD. I have been interviewed on Radio National (arts and books daily)
The wheel of life has turned in a funny and wonderful way for me. My gigs have evolved into predominantly Storytelling gigs. I have been performing those old ancient classics that I learned as a boy from those wonderful old storytellers. I have been filling venues at major festivals like Woodford and the National in Canberra and many more with stories like ‘Oisin in Tir na nOg’ and ‘The Children of Lir’. I have become ‘The Seanachai’ (the storyteller). What a buzz, what a privilege and a responsibility too just quietly.