A review by amiboughter
Preoccupations: Selected Prose, 1968-1978 by Seamus Heaney

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"When I was at school the skeleton of an elk had been taken out of a bog nearby and a few of our neighbors had got their photographs in the paper, peering out across its antlers. So I began to get an idea of bog as the memory of the landscape, or as a landscape that remembered everything that happened in it and to it. In fact, if you go round the National Museum in Dublin, you will realize that a great proportion of the most cherished material heritage of Ireland was 'found in a bog.'"