Biography of Terence Winch
Terence Winch is an Irish-American poet, writer and musician.
Terence Patrick Winch was born in New York City in 1945. He grew up in an Irish neighborhood in the Bronx, the child of Irish immigrants. In 1971, he moved to Washington, DC, where he became involved with the Mass Transit readings in Dupont Circle. He published the first issue of Mass Transit magazine and co-founded Some of Us Press with Michael Lally and others. His writing, which shows New York School and other influences, has been widely published and anthologized. Primarily a poet, he has published fiction and non-fiction as well. He was the subject of a profile on National Public Radio's All Things Considered in 1986, and has been featured a number of times on The Writer's Almanac radio program. From 1975 to 1981, he was a regular book reviewer for The Washington Post and has also been a contributor to The Village Voice, The Washingtonian, The Dictionary of Irish Literature, The Oxford Companion to American Poetry, and other publications.
Terence Winch has also played Irish traditional music from childhood, and co-founded the band Celtic Thunder in 1977, writing much of the band's material for its three albums. His best-known composition is When New York Was Irish, which has been covered by many other artists.
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Terence Winch Poems
I can't think of anything else to talk with you about. We have discussed our jobs, our daily commute,
The way things come apart. Information leaks all over you. Sharon was nude. We refused to eat on the basis of video surveillance dogma. My salad
Left to right: Sigmund Freud, age sixteen, with Schopenhauer, Glenn Miller, and a naked girl, in front of Wal-Mart, pondering
At the party, we shouted insults at the hostess. She served us raw fish/ we wanted red meat. She hated our jokes about the dry heaves.
Using verbs that bite, the cold period stands in before the troops. Snow is on the way: we tell our fathers that we love them. He spies
The contest is over. I lost, you lost. I had an intensely anatomical body and gave it to you. Thirty years ago
I remember a party, he remarked. Her underwear signified the grueling rehearsal. Infectious. Outgoing. He picked the place. He whispered
Money, Food, Love
He keeps offering me money. Three thousand, five thousand, whatever. Name the amount.
You bring out your articles and pronouns your justifications and protestations.
We went out to eat. It was like walking on eggs. The waiter spilled the beans
Didn't know if he was a retard or a drunk. He would lurch around Gaelic Park
Q & A
Q. How important is theory in this poem? It seems as though it just starts, goes nowhere, tells us nothing we need to know.
The Documents are weeping, fading, fearing the worst.
The Welsh People
The Welsh People are waiting for me in the Childe Harold. It is 1973. The Welsh People have been drinking and playing Pac Man.
The Welsh People
The Welsh People are waiting for me
in the Childe Harold. It is 1973. The Welsh People
have been drinking and playing Pac Man.
I go out carousing with the Welsh People.
They are all on strike because the authorities
want them to stop stealing books. It is two hours before