I think of Bolger as Dublin’s Pasolini or, conversely, of Pasolini as Rome’s Bolger. Bolger’s poems are Dublin Elegies to lay alongside the Roman Elegies of Pasolini. And then there are other times when I think of Dermot Bolger as the Francis Ledwidge who survived the war, married and had children, and now is reporting…
Fierce, fierce work, dark, passionate and cathartic. Unique, strangely elegiac and loving. And the new poems are just astounding.