Land of the Rock: Talamh an Carraig
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A poetic exploration of place and belonging, a quest that takes the speaker across the ocean in search of identity and origin.
The speaker in the poems that form Land of the Rock: Talamh an Carraig travels through Newfoundland and Ireland looking for meaning in words, places, and behaviour. Whether the subject is tourists on Fogo Island, conversations on Inis Oírr, flora and fauna of the Burren, or accents in Waterford, Nolan translates this sensory data into a narrative of someone seeking a sense of belonging in a lost ancestral culture. In Land of the Rock, the lost utopia of Gaelic Ireland, which is interwoven through Irish writing and consciousness, is reimagined and displaced across the Atlantic.
Heather Nolan
Heather Nolan is a neurodiverse writer from St. John’s, NL. They are the author of This Is Agatha Falling (Pedlar Press, 2019), which was longlisted for the BMO Winterset Award and the ReLit Award. They have published poetry and prose across Canada, the US, and the UK. They were the winner of the Gregory J. Power Poetry Award, and were longlisted for the CBC Poetry Prize. This is their first poetry collection.
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Land of the Rock - Heather Nolan
part one
newfoundland
book one
southern shore
"I keep warm burning
bits of a house
the work of people who tried to live here."
John Steffler, The Grey Islands
mobile bay
my father denies
any connection to the place
his father was born,
or at least any attachment.
it’s the people that matter, he says,
blowing on the rim of his teacup
what does a place mean
when they’re gone?
then leaning in to my questioning,
he shows me the bruised sideboard,
knotted pine, pulled from the old house
he tore down with his own hands.
i see myself lean in to inspect heavy brass knobs
in the wavy mirror above, or at least
a shadow near enough to where i stand.
the two of us look like ghosts, unsolid.
returning to himself, he says should’ve
just burned the damn thing down,
but later digs out the land grant, sends an article
on the migration:
thousands of boats pouring west
from waterford, catching
on the southern shore like fish
in a net. talamh an éisc.
some of them didn’t leave
and here we are like cracked foundations
and here we are and
here we are.
nolan’s meadow
southern shore highway, drizzle
in patches. long scraggle of road
before mobile.
the meadow is falling down a cliff
pocked with sandstone piles,
lower part soggy with peat.
my ankles wet, i scare an old man
picking cranberries. not a person alive
seen those houses, he says,
tossing a gesture
to the steep slope above
where i find foundations, just piles of rock.
i dig, dank air reluctant
to participate, for some relic
to connect this place to you.
the east coast trail put up
a sign, nolan’s meadow, but from
up here it’s just a bare patch
of bluff. i imagine some hiker,
your teapot on their windowsill.
all i find are shards of purple glass,
blueberry bushes burnt