The Hermits of Dingle

The Hermits of Dingle Globetrotter and cross country motorcyclist George Moore has traversed the deserts and plains of the West in search of the cultural equivalent of a cowboy nirvana always open to the vast open space

  • Title: The Hermits of Dingle
  • Author: George Moore
  • ISBN: 9781938853210
  • Page: 405
  • Format: Paperback
  • Globetrotter and cross country motorcyclist, George Moore has traversed the deserts and plains of the West in search of the cultural equivalent of a cowboy nirvana, always open to the vast, open spaces and seduced by the heights He has explored the last best remote corners of the planet and written extensively on both the tail ends and origins of a diverse humanity MooreGlobetrotter and cross country motorcyclist, George Moore has traversed the deserts and plains of the West in search of the cultural equivalent of a cowboy nirvana, always open to the vast, open spaces and seduced by the heights He has explored the last best remote corners of the planet and written extensively on both the tail ends and origins of a diverse humanity Moore s poetry fuses a modernist, philosophical intensity with a postmodernist s eye for the absurd and startlingly diurnal The Hermits of Dingle centers on a group of rock islands off the Irish coast, where 7th century hermits made their stark homes in small beehive huts The poetry begins with this minimalist setting, a sensibility tuned to the nature of how we live in the world, uncluttered by the advances of civilization, but it then goes deeper, uncovering moments of significance from the perspective of the poet s unflinching eye as it comes to rest on the sharper realities and heartfelt truths of the human world.

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