SEAN GALLAGHER: STYLE

We Pursue Images Perceived as New but Whose Providence Dates to Dim Dramas of Childhood

No Winter Ever Quite Touches

They Were Watching, Out There Past Knowing

Watched the Pale Surf

Eating the Business

Something Cold and Soulless Entered

Rain on a Strange Roof

A Wet Seed Wild

Wrap Me in the Weathers of the Earth

How Does One Decide in What Order to Abandon Their Life?

The Snow Reveals Old Buried Wanderings

Brought to Light Again

Humbly Entreat You for the Soul of This

To Seek It Was Only to Welcome in the Misery

Blood Appears Quite Black

They Know More About Words Than You Ever Will

A Precursor of the Ultimate Earth