The late Dermot Healy near his home in Ballyconnell West, Co Sligo: “He talked to the postman, walked the lanes, provided feasts, listened to birds and tales of ghosts, watched the play of light, cooks’ hands, glasses raised to lips, fingers moving over the buttons of a concertina and collected jokes, exclamations, sayings, idiomatic twists, shrugs, gestures, the way a thought or feeling broke into a face.” Photograph: Alan Betson

The final act of his funeral was in the graveyard at Maugherow. The day started with the corpse being carried out of his home to the accompaniment (...)

Poet Martin Dyar and Cúirt festival director Dani Gill unveil a plaque at the east bank of the Salmon Weir Bridge in Galway city which recalls time spent there by WB Yeats, George Moore and Edward Martyn. Photograph: Joe O’Shaughnessy

Galway city’s association withWB Yeats and George Moore and an infamous late-night crubeen cafe known as ‘The Kasbah’ have been commemorated with two (...)

Writer Joseph O’Neill. A reading by O’Neill is one of the events announced for this year’s Cúirt literary festival in Galway. Photograph: Ulf Andersen/Getty Images

Man Booker long-listed writer Joseph O’Neill, Arab-American poet Naomi Shihab Nye and Scottish novelist and playwright Irvine Welsh will read at this (...)

Hall of fame: (Clockwise from left) Patrick McCabe; Frank McGuinness; Deirdre Madden; Colum McCann; Neil Jordan; Joseph O’Connor; Sebastian Barry and Dermot Healy

When Frank McGuinness, the playwright, was 16 a teacher told him that he’d never get to university, that nobody from his background in Buncran(...)

JP O’Malley: ‘My hope, with this new event, is to bring the Irish expatriate community together for a regular night of culture and conversation.’

I interviewed the Irish novelist and journalist Colm Tóibín a few years ago about a book of essays he had just published, New Ways To Kill Your Mot(...)

Illustration: Dearbhla Kelly
Ballinafull, 3 July 2014
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  • August 2, 2014, 01:00

Dermot Healy 1947-2014 It was like an eye opening, An eye, or a space Between life and itself, And through it poured the days, The ye(...)

Dermot Healy’s widow, Helen, is consoled by President Michael D Higgins at St Patrick’s Church, Maugherow, Co Sligo, yesterday. Photograph: James Connolly

The great Irish writer Dermot Healy was laid to rest yesterday in the company of poets and artists, musicians and singers, a president and, above all,(...)

Writer Dermot Healy who died suddenly at his home in Ballyconnell, Co Sligo, on Sunday night

Many tributes have been paid to writer Dermot Healy who died suddenly at his home in Ballyconnell, Co Sligo, on Sunday night. President Michael(...)

Dermot Healy: love was the root of his books

I tell a story sometimes that I heard from Dermot Healy. He went into an old bachelor one day. “Do you not be lonely sometimes?” Dermot wondered. (...)

Writer Dermot Healy pictured near his home in Ballyconnell West, Co Sligo. Photograph: Alan Betson

“The bad times were over at last.” At a sad moment such as this the opening sentence of Dermot Healy’s finest novel, A Goat’s Song (1994) has even fur(...)