Ron Carey
| Address: | Dublin |
My name is Ron Carey. I was born in Limerick and I live in Dublin. When I was a young man I worked in Shannon Industrial Estate in Clare. Most of the time I stood in front of machines that cut and milled and drilled steel until I had eaten enough metal to spit nails. I had always written poetry – or verse I think you could call it then. Even as a very small boy. It impressed the hell out of my Mum and Dad. But as I grew older this eccentricity didn't quite seem macho enough for most of my rugby playing friends. I fell in love with a beautiful young woman and followed her to Dublin – as you do. As we saved like crazy to buy a house, working all the hours in the book, we didn’t have much money for hitting the town. I found I had time to write again. I sent some poems to David Marcus at New Irish Writings and he published four of them and sent me a cheque for £8. All these years later I have the chance to say – Thank you David. Then Terence De Vere Whyte at the Irish Times, published one of my poems. I was on a roll. Then I got married and we had four kids. Need I say more? Those of you with kids will understand and it’s just too impossible to explain to everyone else.
