press release – Creative Reconciliation in the Mournes Project

Hope some of you out there can get along to this.

The Cnocnafeola Centre
County Down , BT34 4RZ
028 4176 5859/2952

October ’06

Creative Website for Peace
Poet and Centre ask Can the Wounds be Healed?

Dave Wood and the Cnocnafeola Centre are preparing for the major launch of the creative project they’ve been working on since the beginning of summer 2006.
Dave Wood (who has no political affiliations) and local resident, Mairead White MBE are both passionate about working in the community. Dave has been an arts worker in England and the rest of Europe since 1988, enabling all kinds of groups to work together and produce creativity whilst Mairead frequently gives her time developing the social and economic potential of the village and the surrounding area.

It was this June that Dave came over from England to work on the scheme, ‘It’s all about finding a fresh way to look at conflict resolution. Nobody expects social divisions to be healed overnight, but we should keep building up new and more inventive skills towards the peace process, he finishes.

During his visit, he interviewed, talked to and asked Mourne residents and passers through to create poems or tell stories related to reconciliation. Already, most of the results have already appeared on
The planned exhibition and reading of the results will be 18th October 2006. If you’d like to come along, please contact the Cnocnafeola Centre 028 4176 5859/2952

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The Cnocnafeola centre
County Down , BT34 4RZ
028 4176 5859/2952

  • The Devil

    Here’s my “piece for peace”

    There was a poet from John Bull
    Who really didn’t know he was a fool
    Dave Wood was his name
    Irritation was his game
    And singlehandedly he made poetry uncool

    Ah but to bestow him this title
    An accomplice was vital
    That’s Mick Fealty from Slugger O’Toole
    When England chose to deport
    Mick Fealty rushed to support
    For his eyes were still covered with wool

    On arriving in Down
    Wood replaced smiles with a frown
    Poetry for peace was his rule
    He knew nothing of Mourne life
    Where you can still beat the wife
    And never know that you’re only a Tool

    So shove your peace loving rhyme
    We prefer our political slime
    We won’t be bought for a smile and a nod
    So go patronise elsewhere
    I really don’t care
    I prefer a sectarian Taig or a Prod

  • dave w

    …not coming along then?

  • T.Ruth

    The fairest in the world
    And I know well this Land of Mourne
    Though why its name with sadness has a link
    I cannot tell.
    For only joy have these hills given me,
    The Shimna, Bloody Bridge,the Rowan Tree,
    When by them all I wandered free.
    Their quiet blues and greys,
    Whites,purples greens
    Subtle ever changing scenes,
    Sights of moving beauty
    That shall not pass
    Though Time a million times
    Upend his glass.

    Written when I was young and it was the late fifties.the Mourne country was a great place to spend time and it was a perfect place for inner city teenagers like me to spend weekends.A place apart. There was no conlict to be transformed; no paramilitaries to be bribed to disband;no one prepared to murder fellow countrymen to advance their political views;but a real sense of a bright future opening up for everyone.People enjoyed themselves without a surfeit of drink or drugs. Robbing orchards was serious crime.Lets hope the brighter future is just around the corner for us all and Dave’s project is a success.Perhaps he will help people reflect on what a terrible price we have paid as a society in not trying harder to solve relatively simple problems by discussion and reason.Many older people reflect sadly on the way their lives and those of their children have been so blighted by the stupidity of the last forty years.