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I’m a novelist, short story writer and poet. I’ve published two collections of poetry In the Flesh and A Herring Famine (Chatto & Windus), a collection of stories The Burning Ground and a novel The Falling Thread (Bloomsbury). I edited the anthology When Love Speaks (Vintage) and co-edited The Shape of the Dance: the Selected Prose of ...
Adam O’Riordan’s Favourite Poetry Saying: “The only business of the head in the world is to bow a ceaseless obeisance to the heart. ” – W. B. Yeats, in a letter to Frederick J. Gregg (undated, Sligo, late summer, 1886) Adam O’Riordan’s recording was made on 28th June 2011 at The Soundhouse, London and was produced by Richard ...
Dec 1, 2022 · My mother was diagnosed with motor neurone disease last Easter. The continued generosity of her laughter and her ongoing commitment to style is, to me, heroic. The Falling Thread by Adam O ...
Adam O’Riordan was born in Manchester in 1982. He read English at Oxford and in 2008 became Poet-in-Residence at The Wordsworth Trust, the Centre for British Romanticism. His first collection of poems In the Flesh won a Somerset Maugham Award, his second A Herring Famine was followed by a critically acclaimed collection of short stories The ...
After receiving his degree from Oxford University, Adam O’Riordan became the youngest poet-in-residence at the Wordsworth Trust. His poetry collection In the Flesh won the Somerset Maugham Award in 2011, awarded to the best writer under the age of thirty-five. He lives in Manchester, England, where he is the academic director of the Writing ...
Los Angeles Review of Books. ‘O’Riordan’s delicate, attentive music is especially suited to capturing the intimacies and harms of our loves’ Guardian. Adam O’Riordan is one of our most exciting young British poets; his collection In the Flesh was published by Chatto in July 2010.
The Sonnet as a Silver Marrow Spoon. Finding pleasure and insight where it lies hidden, using in a fixed poetic form. By Adam O'Riordan. A line will take us hours maybe; Yet if it does not seem a moment’s thought, Our stitching and unstitching has been naught. Better go down upon your marrow-bones.
