President Higgins on Manchester’s Irish Connection

In November 2012, President Michael D Higgins visited the Northwest of England and made a number of speeches, including this address at the University of Manchester, which we are delighted to publish for the first time.

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Jose James: Band on the Wall, Manchester

by Ian Pople

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MR10 Editorial

The Manchester Review is rooted in the city from which it takes its name …

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Itinerary

You don’t really stay here; a hotel is a place at which you arrive and from which you depart.

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The West Stand

The Fitzsimonses’ house, about the size of an English manor, was on the middle stretch of Avoca Avenue …

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Three Poems

They told you stand barefoot, the cool grass
spreading for the soles of your feet; weight

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Two Poems

It’s not that he’s too old, he just doesn’t want it,
the practice being enough and sometimes
making the cut. Top half of the leader-board

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Four Poems

This is not for you.

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The Children’s Story

The Tree reading in the street: ‘The Frome children, who all even the boys bore the names of flowers, were making a trifle …

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Two Poems

Those spacious months when we lived
continents apart, pens were back in,
our letters made days more bearable.

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A Song Called Forgetting

It’s alive now in you dreaming it

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Four Poems

Imagine you are this poem
moments before it is translated,

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Colour (mainly blue)

My conversion to blue occurred in May 2005 …

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Three Poems

In the cousins’ room the light bulbs crack.
There are limbs reaching out

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Visiting Edie

Pebbles shifted underfoot as Luisa walked up the driveway to Edie’s house.

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Two Poems

Amateur musicians join me unexpectedly so
a kind of music I know nothing about –

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A Season in Paradise

I find him in Empangeni. My father lies on his back at the edge of the sugar-cane valley, one arm under his head, the other flung out, fingers plaiting scrub and yellow weed flowers.

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Two Poems

I find her tilted, head up
and listening, ear shaped for the universe.

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Two Poems

Feed it first
with mustard spoons,

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The Traffic Noir

The films were usually shown, where I grew up, in school libraries during the normal run of the school day …

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Three Poems

Even the words overcast December day have slack in them, a falling away sound.

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The Room

There is only the room.

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Digressions by Robyn Sarah and White Sheets by Beverley Bie Brahic

by Ian Pople

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Anne Carson, Antigonick (Bloodaxe Books) £7.99 reviewed by Jennifer Thorp

by Jennifer Thorp

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New Collections from George Szirtes and Matthew Sweeney, reviewed by Laura Webb

by Laura Webb

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Gangster Squad (2013), dir. Ruben Fleischer

by Ian Pople

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End of Watch (2012), dir. David Ayer, reviewed by Janet Rogerson

by Janet Rogerson

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I, Anna (2012), dir. Barnaby Southcombe

by Ian Pople

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Jack White at The Empress Ballroom, Blackpool

by Janet Rogerson

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Laura Ellen Joyce, The Museum of Atheism (Salt Publishing), reviewed by Alex Johnson

by Alec Johnson

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Our New Site

Welcome to the new home of The Manchester Review.

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MR9 Editorial

As we move to this newly designed site, we are keen to maintain the onscreen integrity of the poems and prose we publish …

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Between My Father and the King

My father fought in the First World War that used to be called ‘Great’ until the truth of its greatness was questioned and the denial of its greatness accepted.

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Two Poems

All along the skyline, cranes
quiet above rooftops

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Worthless Men

After one long winter dredging the waterways for Meek’s Steam Navigation Company, and a second short summer hauling ice …

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