Terence Winch,originally from New York City, now lives in the Washington, DC, area. In the early '70s, he was one of DC's "Mass Transit" poets and was closely associated with the New York writers connected with the Poetry Project at St. Mark's Church in lower Manhattan.
Winch, the son of Irish immigrants, has also been part of Irish-American cultural life, both as musician ... more »
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Terence Winch Poems
The Irish Riviera
I wish I could remember the names of these two old guys I used to see when I was a kid and spent my summers in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
No one is safe. The streets are unsafe. even in the safety zones, it's not safe. Even safe sex is not safe. Even things you lock in a safe
Get old enough so you won't have much to fear. By then, the music plays inside your head and everything beautiful must be learned by ear.
They came here first in a car shaped like a heart and now they depart as brilliant jazz musicians. They arrived in full costume, rolling north through a winter of neon.
When I die I promise to haunt all my surviving enemies, may they be few if any at that point, because I hope to outlive them all.
Non-Possession is One-Tenth of the Law
Do not travel over vast distances. Stay home and contemplate your neighbor, the old woman who roams up and down the street. She can never remember who you are
All last night I kept speaking in this archaic language, because I had been reading Poe and thinking about him. I read 'The Murders in the Rue Morgue' which is supposedly the first
for David Lehman I woke up this morning feeling
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
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The Irish Riviera
I wish I could remember the names
of these two old guys I used to see
when I was a kid and spent my summers
in Rockaway which was known as The Irish Riviera
one of them played the fiddle the other played
the accordion and I think one of them wore
a top hat they just wandered in and out of bars
playing for drinks they were like bums
but I still remember how fine they sounded
[from Irish Musicians/American Friends, Coffee House Press, 1985]