Poet Patrick Kehoe, aka Paddy Kehoe, has in recent years been one of our most essential arts writers, specialising in books, films and jazz albums for RTÉ Entertainment and RTÉ Culture.

Much of his poetry concerns the city of Barcelona, a city of memory and imagination.

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As he bids farewell to RTÉ, we celebrate Paddy's work with a series of his illuminating poems. 


Light, Passeig de Maragall

Light, how we love the word
And say it prayerful

How we take its draught
Straight off the streets

Despite everything that hinders,
We reflect in light

Expect its leap in stained glass,
Our eyes cast towards the hills

And light fired in its sky kiln.

Barcelona, setting for the poem entitled Light, Passeig de Maragall 

Periphery  

He might too find the periphery,
A way around the bruised city,
Some ordinary day of sun in the agora,
Leave to follow shreds of rubber and dead foxes,
Walk where he should not
By dusty motorway barriers
Enclosing the distant street rumble,
The cars heard in the band width,
Past the gravediggers with the high vis gloves,
Everything made luminous,
Not like the first time around
When things passed in a grey, metallic blur.

Rumba Catalana

Cauterise the wound
What music was it, 
Hispano-pop on rotation
That vulnerable city;

The company of strangers
At the zinc counter
Oblivious to the speakers, 
The barmen in black and white,
Same bravura performance every night.

Drum

Evenings he would go up the street
To the bar, he was the outsider
There in spirit, good enough
For the two or three gathered.

What did they talk about? Dust in the wind. 
How it all telescopes now 
As though it were child's play, 
Or some quickly wrapped-up proposal:

Life and its brevity in bitter tears.
This was some months or weeks
Before the burning bush 
Of March and April, the wide-awake noise 

From the hyacinths and azaleas.
What to do about the drum beat of the sun 
Rising febrile towards its height at noon? 
Let it be, to beat all summer long.

A recent, quiet day on the Ramblas in Barcelona

Metro

In real time, running, 
Or waiting for the train, 
Dirección Diagonal.

The man in the ticket box
And the crowd bunching 
There at the taquilla. 
Trapped smell 
Of diesel-infected dust,
The route to work
Or to pleasure downtown. 

What that man could tell, 
What the metro dust might, 
What the underground holds,
And all the trains rehabilitated 
In the years since.

Imagined District Towards Tibidabo

Opiate, a district of glass and steel,
Where the long boulevards 
Of the Ensanche end;
North-wise, not sea-ward
Up the incline, a continual climb 
Of anticipating, towards dream plateau, oasis.

One of the relatively new beaches in the city of Barcelona 

Compiègne
 
I should have stayed more alert 
To what was said
About wild boar and deer crossing.

Not because anything happened,
But I should have stayed alert 
To small talk, or to summer returning
Which I cannot revive out of the May hedges.

On the Island of Ortigia
 
Tropical green in water shadows 
At the fountain of Arethusa, 
The papyrus by the spring. 

You were standing somewhere close
In our small gathering on the bridge, 
Muted curious; I looked for and found you. 

Together onwards then through Siracusa, 
Our slow progress in the noonday sun of all the ages.

The fountain of Arethusa on the island of Ortigia, Siracusa, Sicily

Enghavevej

Along Enghavevej,
Overhead lines, cables, rails, trains,
Carlsberg and the elephants at the gates, 
Through Vigerslev Allé, Valby,
The protection of the autumn day
In a sanctum of leaves.

I was a wandering youth, undommelig ånd
Resistant outside the opium den, 
Scorched by the sunlight of a new day,
The late bar at closing time
After the small hours.

Never to know reverie, 
Nor able to recall the reverie 
And yet to remember Enghave
Valby, Vigerslev Allé, Vestre Kirkegård 
And the quiet graves among the yew trees.

Patrick Kehoe's first poems were published by the poet James Liddy in Gorey Arts Centre broadsheets and issues of The Gorey Detail. In recent times, his work has been heard on RTÉ Radio 1's Sunday Miscellany and on RTÉ Lyric FM. Poems have appeared in Cyphers, The Irish Times, The Stony Thursday Book, New Hibernia Review, Crannog and in various anthologies, including Even the Daybreak and The Deep Heart's Core. Poems will feature in the forthcoming Caesura, a Wexford anthology drawing on writing in the county from 2020/2021.

Kehoe's  debut collection, Its Words You Want, appeared in July 2011, published by Salmon Poetry. The Cask of Moonlight was published by Dedalus Press in September 2014. That volume was followed by Places to Sleep, which was published by Salmon Poetry in June 2018.

He wrote the lyrics for, and co-produced the Sonny Condell/Patrick Kehoe album, Seize the Day which was released in 2017.

Copenhagen, setting for the poem Enghavevej