A compendium of public responses to Blood Oranges. Click on the links to read or listen.
“Blood Oranges, then, is an achieved and completed thing. But let’s think of it as a light house or a way-station rather than as a terminus [...] but the first step in what for my money will be an extraordinary poetic journey, [...] it gestures toward future poetic excavations into history’s zest and sorrow, past known and unfamiliar denominations, down through hitherto unbreached layers”—Billy Ramsell at the Cork launch of Blood Oranges and archived here.
“It’s astounding, actually… [There is an] “urgent sense of the violence of history, not only as something that’s far removed from us, in fact, quite the opposite, as something that is very close to us, very present”—Philip Coleman for RTÉ Radio One’s The Poetry Programme.
“There has been a bit of a buzz surrounding the publication of his début, and I think that’s right. Brennan is a big shot”—Ailbhe Darcy for The Burning Bush 2.
“BUY THIS BOOK [...] Dylan’s poetry is full of life and death, of flesh and seeds, fertility and of constant renewal and ever present extinction. It’s a meditation on the persistence of violence, and the parallel persistence of life”—Sarah Clancy for the Galway launch of Blood Oranges, posted here.
“They are poems that bow to life but are not bowed by it”—Alan Jude Moore for Poetry Ireland’s The Trumpet.
“A most fascinating and assured first collection which deserves re-reading, for like the unexcavated pyramids his work is rich with layers and interwoven meanings”.—Pippa Little for The Ofi Press.
“It’s an amazing book. It has that life to it, that energy, that sense of a public that I really don’t feel that most poetry has had since the Confessional Poets”—Grant Cogswell for The Bogman’s Cannon.
“Brennan maintains clarity. He keeps his synapses strong”—Ailbhe Darcy on The New Irish Diaspora Poets for the Town Crier.
“Blood Oranges is a fine collection and one that marks the start of what is sure to be an interesting exploration”—Michael Naghten-Shanks for HeadStuff.
“There are moments of acute visceral pleasure in reading these poems”—Dimitra Xidous for The Pickled Body.