KEVIN QUINN<\/p>\n[\/et_pb_text][et_pb_blurb title=”BIOGRAPHY” image=”http:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/kevin-rect-FNB.jpg” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” text_orientation=”center” hover_enabled=”0″ global_colors_info=”{}” title_text=”kevin-rect-FNB” sticky_enabled=”0″]\n
Born in\u00a0 <\/span>Enniskillen, Kevin Quinn was educated there and at University College Dublin.\u00a0 <\/span>His poems have appeared in some of the leading journals in Britain and Ireland.\u00a0 <\/span>His talks on poets and poetry have found audiences at festivals and arts events such as the Belfast Book Festival, the Linenhall Library and Fermanagh Live Festival<\/p>\n[\/et_pb_blurb][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][et_pb_row column_structure=”1_2,1_2″ _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/Enniskillen-Twenty-Poems-Title-1.jpg” title_text=”Enniskillen Twenty Poems Title” url=”@ET-DC@eyJkeW5hbWljIjp0cnVlLCJjb250ZW50IjoicG9zdF9saW5rX3VybF9wYWdlIiwic2V0dGluZ3MiOnsicG9zdF9pZCI6IjY5OCJ9fQ==@” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _dynamic_attributes=”url” _module_preset=”default” width=”70%” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][et_pb_column type=”1_2″ _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2025\/06\/Enniskillen-Further-Poems-Title.jpg” title_text=”Enniskillen Further Poems Title” url=”@ET-DC@eyJkeW5hbWljIjp0cnVlLCJjb250ZW50IjoicG9zdF9saW5rX3VybF9wYWdlIiwic2V0dGluZ3MiOnsicG9zdF9pZCI6IjE5NjUifX0=@” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _dynamic_attributes=”url” _module_preset=”default” width=”70%” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section][et_pb_section fb_built=”1″ _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” min_height=”186px” custom_padding=”||0px|||” da_disable_devices=”off|off|off” global_colors_info=”{}” da_is_popup=”off” da_exit_intent=”off” da_has_close=”on” da_alt_close=”off” da_dark_close=”off” da_not_modal=”on” da_is_singular=”off” da_with_loader=”off” da_has_shadow=”on”][et_pb_row _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” custom_margin=”-73px|auto||auto||” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_column type=”4_4″ _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” global_colors_info=”{}”][et_pb_blurb title=”ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS” image=”data:image\/svg+xml;base64,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” image_icon_width=”1%” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” text_orientation=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”]\n Acknowledgements are due to Fortnight, Poetry Ireland Review, The Yellow Nib,<\/i> where some of these poems first appeared.<\/p>\n My keenest sense of indebtedness is to my family.\u00a0 <\/span>Many of these stories were their\u2019s before they were mine. I am also greatly indebted to Talie Mau, Noelle McAlinden, Diane Henshaw, Damian Smyth.<\/p>\n Author Photograph Severine Marmey.<\/p>\n[\/et_pb_blurb][et_pb_image src=”http:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/wp-content\/uploads\/2023\/09\/2-logos-scaled.jpg” title_text=”2 logos” align=”center” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” background_color=”#FFFFFF” width=”71%” custom_margin=”||21px|||” custom_padding=”||25px|||” global_colors_info=”{}”][\/et_pb_image][et_pb_blurb image=”data:image\/svg+xml;base64,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” image_icon_width=”1%” _builder_version=”4.22.1″ _module_preset=”default” text_orientation=”center” global_colors_info=”{}”]\n what they said ……<\/span><\/p>\n Kevin Quinn\u2019s poems are trips to the abroad of the past in one sense only, though they are that vividly, with pungent accuracy and concise account of detail. But really they are glances at the present tense of memory and place and loyalty and, by extension, love. Everything is made to live in the bright now of attention \u2013 from mischievously envying \u201cthe sheer cheek\u201d of nylon; where the ironies of WWII \u2018double-time\u2019 means an hour gained on one side of the border but one lost on the other; where a bright floor tile guides the shy young poet back to his seat in the church and to the ranks of townsfolk. These are tales of immediate recognition for all and sundry, finely-crafted possessions from cutlery to gold leaf to the slimline Parker, told with wry intelligence but with such a command of the wherewithal of poetry that everything carries a second load of meaning into the heart. Like the town of their origins, this is a collection to revisit with deepening delight.<\/p>\n Damian Smyth, poet<\/p>\n[\/et_pb_blurb][\/et_pb_column][\/et_pb_row][\/et_pb_section]\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" KEVIN QUINN Born in\u00a0 Enniskillen, Kevin Quinn was educated there and at University College Dublin.\u00a0 His poems have appeared in some of the leading journals in Britain and Ireland.\u00a0 His talks on poets and poetry have found audiences at festivals and arts events such as the Belfast Book Festival, the Linenhall Library and Fermanagh Live […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":0,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"on","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":""},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1997"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/page"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1997"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1997\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2015,"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/pages\/1997\/revisions\/2015"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/kevinquinn.co.uk\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1997"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}