Five readings from the memoirs of Fiachra MacFiach - poet, man of letters and one of the most neglected figures in contemporary Irish culture.
Abridged and read by Ian Macpherson.
The early years of my schooling were overseen by a succession of kindly spinsters, most of whom took early retirement for one reason or another.
My adolescence arrived late - due, perhaps, to the preponderance of cold winters.
My parents understood instinctively that I was the chosen one, and had actually saved up to send me away.
I left Ireland an embittered exile.
It was the done thing.
I posted some carefully selected samples of my poetry to Faber and Faber.
Faber, it appeared, liked my work.