Hartnett's Voice Still Speaks
Michael Hartnett (1941 – 1999) Hartnett's Voice Still Speaks By Kieran Beville I met Michael Hartnett at the Doneraile (North Cork) Writers Weekend in 1981. I travelled there with Willie English in Pád Lysagtht’s car. Willie was a poet and a flamboyant character that regularly frequented the White House Bar. Pád was the owner of the Treaty Press and author of The Comic History of Limerick. I was an aspiring poet. That was the only time Hartnett and I spoke. “A poem,” he said, “should be like a good pint — strong, honest, and without froth.” This is something he said in other contexts too. But let me tell you how this restless poet from Newcastle West gave Ireland a new language for belonging — and why his voice still matters today. In the soft rain of West Limerick, where fields glisten and the air hums with stories, the ghost of Michael Hartnett still walks. His presence lingers not only in the verses he left behind, but in the voices of those who gather each April in ...