Peterloo Poets

Poetry Publishers 1972 - 2009

We are sorry to announce the death of John Whitworth 11.12.1945 to 20.04.19
Many of you will know John was a well loved and respected member of the Peterloo Poets “family” in its day and was a staunch Peterloo Poets supporter over the years.

The funeral will take place at Barham Crematorium Chapel at 12:40pm on Wednesday 22nd May
Barham Crematorium (CT4 6QU) is 9.6 miles (a 20 minute drive) from Canterbury, using the A2 to Dover.
No flowers, please, but any donations would be appreciated, in John’s name, to: Pilgrim’s Hospice, 56 London Road, Canterbury, Kent, CT2 8JA or online at www.pilgrimshospices.org

 Following his editorship of the poetry magazine Phoenix (1958 - 1975), Harry Chambers founded Peterloo Poets in Manchester in 1972.
Peterloo’s first two full collections published in 1976 were Elma Mitchell’s The Poor Man in the Flesh and Edmond Leo Wright’s The Horwich Hennets. Peterloo Poets went on to publish 240 volumes of poetry.

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The Village Sings



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Poems by Gabriel Fitzmaurice


Gabriel Fitzmaurice’s lyrics are our best passport to the small, evocative Irish towns and villages he knows so well. Celebrating romantic love and the love of children, the rigorous activities of earning one’s daily bread, and the fabled endurance of the people of rural Ireland, these lively and at times amusing verses bring to life the people of the West, their rich chatter and inspiring dreams. As these poems point out, although Ireland is a country in the midst of great cultural and economic sea changes, its deeply rooted, traditional spirit still breathes fire.

“Gabriel Fitzmaurice is unafraid to tackle the ordinary, everyday things in life, things which matter and, as he says, seem ‘insufficient till they’re sung’, and to suffuse them with an ‘old fashioned’ sense of piety. A village poet, you might say, but like all true writers he is not afraid of opinions either, and the simplest-sounding ballad bears thoughts that lie too deep for sneers. ‘Art discovers symmetries where politics must wait’. Always a teacher, never a pedant, he works as a middleman between appearance and reality, between the old and the young, and between the Irish language and the English.”
D.J. Enright

Gabriel Fitzmaurice has the rare gift of being able to talk to the world at large in a language entirely intelligible to a local society. He is the living, writing proof of Kavanagh’s view that all that is enduring and unprovincial comes from the parish. These poems win you first with their musician’s metric skills; but they stay with you as something with profound authenticity.”
Bernard O,Donoghue



“I’ll be your friend forever”
Means it’s time to part;
She thinks she means ‘forever’ -
She hasn’t got the heart

To spell it out quite plainly
That she wants his love no more,
That she finds his kisses sloppy,
His company a bore.

He doesn’t want this friendship -
He needs her all the way,
For love of her, he turns a cur,
He’ll lie and he’ll betray

Everyone who loves him
For love of what’s refused,
And every song is of his wrong
When he’s wallowing in booze.

He thinks he loves her: he does not -
His love of self is great
(This is what he sees in her);
Without her, much self-hate . . .


Price £7.95 per copy post free (£5.30 post free to Associate Members)
Cover illustration: Sean nÓs Singer by Bob O’Cathail, Ballintlea, Ventry, Co. Kerry, Ireland
Cover Design: Chiquita Babb
Publication: 1996 (82 pages laminated paperback)