Nabbed from over here on the Times website >>>
I opened my eyes
again, certain I had died,
that what might have been
a lie was the truth. Gowned
in sky, sky-veiled and silent,
a flutter of women fussed
around the Virgin
while a bell sang something
jangled. I watched them
as they drifted and left
space for her, all solicitous
grace and vows taken
on the basis of the now
which is breath.
Later, you came in,
you brought my hairbrush
and my toothbrush, nothing
of much use for suffering.
Yet I still see you, hunkered –
our faces level, both of us
too young – I see my father,
blessed, blessed man,
walking through the ward
with that day’s Irish Times
in one hand, and a bag,
split open, far too thin,
brimming with oranges
bought on Moore Street.
Three years ago, Dennis O’Driscoll selected work for the “Poems for Patience” project, which GUH and Cúirt have run annually since 2004. This year, poet Theo Dorgan introduced his selection of 21 pieces of work by Irish and international writers, which are framed and displayed during Cúirt, and which are then installed in waiting areas of University Hospital Galway and Merlin Park University Hospital.
Authors ranging from Carol Ann Duffy, Samuel Green, Sharon Olds, Moya Cannon andJean Valentine to Persian lyric poet Hafiz, the Greek poet Sappho and Minamoto No Morotada of Japan are among the selection, while a piece entitled Just the One by Galway poet Síghle Meehan – the winner of this year’s annual contest as part of the project – is also displayed. (Times) >
Donal Hickey in Examiner >
For the first time in 160 years, an imposing building which dominates Killarney, Co Kerry, and which once had more than 1,000 residents, was unoccupied last night.
The final group of seven patients yesterday left one of the country’s oldest psychiatric institutions, St Finan’s Hospital, amid hopes that traditional ways of dealing with, and attitudes towards, mental illness are also very much in the past.
The huge Victorian-era building on 30 acres overlooks Fitzgerald Stadium and has commanding views of the surrounding lakes and mountains.
Its closure has been planned for many years and conditions have been strongly criticised by the Inspector of Mental Hospitals and the Mental Health Commission. (Examiner >)
Continue reading “Closure of St Finan’s Hospital, Killarney”
Marie Watson, the clinical nurse manager in Cork University Hospital’s paediatric department, said the unit has been transformed.
“It really does mean a lot to everybody here,” she said.
“Happy children are healthy children. And this makes life easier for them, with all the distractions like Santa Claus figures and snowmen dotted around. It all helps to make hospital a little less daunting.” (Examiner) >
to find her fishtail
but in the bed with her
were two long, cold thingammies.
You’d have thought they were tangles of kelp
or collops of ham.
“They’re no doubt
taking the piss,
it being New Year’s Eve.
Half the staff legless
and the other half
Still, this is taking it
a bit far.”
And with that she hurled
the two thingammies out of the room.
A year ago I fell in love with the functional ward
Of a chest hospital: square cubicles in a row,
Plain concrete, washbasins – an art lover’s woe,
Not counting how the fellow in the next bed snored.
But nothing whatever is by love debarred,
The common and banal her heat can know.
The corridor led to a stairway and below
Was the inexhaustible adventure of a gravelled yard.
(See here for full poem >>>)