I come from the land of serene green, the island of Ireland and all that she hails and sails.
What is the greatest thing about the place you call home?
The legion and lineage of artists that have given to the world: Wilde, Beckett, Bacon, Joyce, Yeats, Hannon, Matthews, Branagh, O’Brien. It’s an ethereal place, with an insular sense that leads to adventure with a strange history that adds to the land’s potency.
What turns you on creatively?
Depending on the situation, but the Wintery season tends to be the season of reflection, introspection, outward speakings and inner teachings, so that tends to be the time of year in which my personal work tends to be strongest, as I tend to be at my most alert.
What is your favorite word, and can you use it in a poetic sentence?
Metamorphosis- it has a certain frisson and poetic quality to it, but I will leave it to Kafka to use it in a sentence.
What is your pet peeve?
People living in the past- it is a time of reference only, and reminiscing should be used only for purposes of narrative stimulus. It’s an irony- nostalgia fuels art, and without it we cannot have art. But it should be kept for art. When people took too much about the past and not enough about the present or what they wish to do next, it can prove annoying. A person’s best aspects await them, their best work awaits them, their best days ahead of them. Enjoy it.
What defines Eoghan Lyng?
A person of great importance described my hair as quite Vélazquian, which was a compliment of the highest order. But seriously, the dark hair, long in length, curly in dexterity, has been an important aspect to my surly and introspective qualities and a certain degree of my dark/light dichotomy can be attributed to the dark hair.
Eoghan Lyng is an Irish man and sometime writer. He lives in Glasgow, having written from the perspective from Cork, Madrid and Prague. He has written for OutlawPoetry, VadaMagazine and FromTheLighthouse.