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Poets' Staying PowerHow's the Poetry Going? Literary Politics and Ireland Today by Gerald Dawe; Louis MacNeice:The Poet in His Contexts by Peter McDonald; Patrick Kavanagh: Born-Again Romantic byAntoinette QuinnReview by: Peter DenmanThe Irish Review (1986-), No. 12 (Spring - Summer, 1992), pp. 175-179Published by: Cork University PressStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/29735667 .
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beat or a heart-beat. At its most powerful, it is incantation. In 'Child Burial', the absence of the heart-beat is taken up like a pulse in the poem:
Ignorant you must remain
of the sun and its work,
my lamb, my calf, my eaglet,
my cub, my kid, my nestling...
Paula Meehan is a seer. Like the child in 'The Pattern', her poems yearn for
other seas, other lands, other heavens, other ethers. Though they are rooted
firmly in the dilemma of being alive on this earth at this time, they are as
vivid and exotic as a length of wildly coloured hand-woven silk from
Samarkand.
KATE NEWMANN
Poets' Staying Power
Gerald Dawe. How's the Poetry Going? Literary Politics and Ireland Today. Belfast: Lagan Press, 1991. ISBN 1-873687-00-1. Stg?4.95.
Peter McDonald. Louis MacNeice: The Poet in his Contexts. Oxford: Clarendon
Press, 1991. ISBN 0-19-811766-3. Stg?30.00.
Antoinette Quinn. Patrick Kavanagh: Born-Again Romantic. Dublin: Gill and
Macmillan, 1991. ISBN 0-7171-1704-9. IRG35.00.
Gerald Dawe is one of the most alert and engaged literary journalists in the
country at the moment. It helps, of course, that he is also a poet and an
academic and an editor. His pieces in How's the Poetry Going? are essays and
reviews contributed to various periodicals over the past five or six years. His
title as blazoned on the front cover wants it both ways: the easy gesture of the
colloquial first part, and the weightiness of the second. What, pray, is 'literary
polities'? Should that read 'Literature and Polities'? - as the book is some?
thing of a bibliographical curiosity, being without a title-page, we are left
wondering. At times it is as if Dawe sees writing being done by a select
committee, a star chamber of the Irish imagination wearily taking up the
burden of thinking for the excluded: 'the role of the writer in Irish society is
intimately bound up with compensating rather than questioning. In place of a social world, in which each citizen performs certain basic obligations and
receives, in return, certain freedoms, our literary culture (in the main) shoul?
ders this responsibility and becomes a chronicle of failure'. The parenthetical
qualification does not quite rescue this statement from being too peremptory.
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For myself, I am quite happy to leave literature to cope with failure; it does it
rather well.
The coherence of Da we's critical approach is evident in that these pieces do
have a predominant theme; the attempt to understand 'the nature of the Irish
literary community' and the image of the society in which it sees itself placed. We are offered tantalizing glimpses of Dawe's own literary community: the
question which gives the eponymous essay its title was put to him by 'a well
known academic and writer'; at a conference he overhears 'an undoubtedly well-intentioned academic'; he meets an 'EC literary journalist accompanied
by an avid Irish intellectual trend-spotter'. Who are these people? I think we
should be told - Dawe is obviously in a position to name names, and it is no
more than he demands of S?amus Heaney in a review of The Government of the
Tongue. But Dawe's strength is his insistence on rising above gossip. This
book is a testimony to the quality of his reviews and occasional articles, and
Lagan Press is to be complimented on making available these pieces which
are a vigorous report-back from the frontline of engagement. At the centrepiece of How's The Poetry Going? is a fine bipartite essay on
Louis MacNeice, in the course of which Dawe remarks: 'Why MacNeice's
experience, knowledge and acomplishment is [sic] not better known and
studied inside the country he came from makes for a very complicated story indeed'. Dawe probably knows the story, but isn't telling it at the moment.
MacNeice has been well served of late by critical commentaries, and yet he
remains somehow elusive, a fugitive figure discerned through his influence on Irish successors, not as a clearly defined presence. Patrick Kavanagh has
suffered from being too well known in his own country, his poems - some of
them - recited at the drop of a hat, and overlain by the character that he
created or had created for him. If Private Eye were to do an Irish version of its
'Great Bores of Today' column, high up there would be The Person Who
Knew Patrick Kavanagh: '.... I saw him carried out he used to come for
sandwiches to our house, naturally we'd give him his tea but he had a terrible
loud voice and that old jacket of his and his glasses broken, it was the drink
that did terrible things to him, he was a lovely man sometimes when he got to
know you...' And yet the shadowy MacNeice is the subject of a book a year, while Kavanagh's poetry has remained almost out of sight of any serious and
sustained assessment up to now.
The books by Antoinette Quinn and Peter McDonald are a reminder to us
that the two poets were close contemporaries. Kavanagh was just three years older than MacNeice. The only Catholic MacNeice knew in his childhood
was a servant from Tyrone; Kavanagh's encounters with Protestants are not
recorded. While MacNeice progressed through Sherbourne and Marlborough,
Kavanagh left school at thirteen and moved on to his sister's copy o? Interme?
diate Certificate English Poetry and Prose. While MacNeice read classics at
Merton College, Oxford, Kavanagh was in Monaghan 'sitting at the end of
the day upstairs in a cold corner by the light of a candle. A mother's voice
calling every now and then: "Come down and throw a lock of turnips to the
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unfortunate cows".' The contrast is facile, but nonetheless striking for that.
The contrast has also been apparent in the way Kavanagh and MacNeice
have been read - MacNeice, his right leg stretched creating speed is seen as
tangentially departing from the subject of Ireland, Kavanagh bogged down it
it like a car with its back wheels sinking in soft ground. McDonald cautions
us that 'Clearly, MacNeice's imaginative engagement with Ireland may be
distinguished from that of, say Patrick Kavanagh, but the difference between
the two should not be simplified into that between "exile" and "belonging". These two books taken in conjunction will be a critical prophylaxis against such simplification; the essential value of Quinn's book lies in its baring of
the complexities of Kavanagh's relationship with Ireland - not an Ireland
that he had imagined, terrible and gay, but one which resisted imaginative assimilation. Patrick Kavanagh: Born-Again Romantic charts the progress of his
struggle with that resistance.
McDonald gives a useful chapter to MacNeice's juvenilia and undergradu? ate poems of the 1920s, showing how it cleared the lines for the concerns of
his mature work. MacNeice's first volume was Blind Fireworks in 1929; at the
same time Kavanagh had seen his first printed pieces in the poetry column of
the Irish Weekly Independent, where he was fifteen times among the runners
up but never won thehalf-guinea for the best poem. Kavanagh's early work is
scanted by Quinn, who speaks dismissively of 'newspaper verse'. But there is
a strong tradition of such verse in Ireland; it endures, impervious to social
change - and to literary politics
- to this day, celebrating the local. Its strength
provided Kavanagh with a model that he outgrew, but he retained enough of
it to enable a poem such as 'Raglan Road' which is now seeping back into the
anonymous popular ballad tradition.
In any book on Kavanagh, one naturally looks to the discussion of The
Great Hunger, which Quinn subjects to a curiously agley cinematic metaphor,
presumably prompted by the fact that later in life Kavanagh was for a time
film critic on The Standard. Her treatment is informed more by duty than by
insight. But perhaps it is just a clearing of the ground, for on the subsequent
period of Kavanagh's career Quinn is stimulating. The chapter 'Writing Catholic Ireland' shows the presence of Catholicism, not as a credal or
confessional force, but as the social set of beliefs and customs binding him to
the world. It leads into a chapter dealing with 'Parochialism', highlighting the ramifications of this key term in Kavanagh's 'sectarian literary myth' by
which he challenged the hegemony of the Protestant ascendancy in the
Literary Revival.
Not long after MacNeice had written Autumn Journal, he deprecated it,
claiming that 'it fails in depth'. This was the time Kavanagh was writing The
Great Hunger, which he too was to reject, as failed comedy. The two poems stand as the great poetic statements of mid-century Irish poetry
- Yeats was
dead, Clarke was silent, and contemporaries such as MacGreevy, Devlin,
Rodgers, Coffey and Hewitt has hardly begun. It is perhaps indicative that, while Kavanagh's Maguire faces a life that 'is broken-backed over the Book /
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Of Death', MacNeice is able to write a 'Journal'; his was a life with generous
margins to accommodate the jottings and glosses. He portrays himself thus
in the opening of The Strings are False, and in a more contemporary account of
the 1941 Atlantic crossing which he contributed to an early number of Pen?
guin New Writing: one of his fellow passengers is an Irishman, 'a big old man
with a bog-trotter's face who liked the drink', who lurches into MacNeice's
cabin as he is trying to write and offers to correct his grammar. I could
suggest a name for that intrusive Irishman... but no, Kavanagh was in Dublin
at the time, and scarcely old enough. Section XVII of Autumn Journal is crucial, suggests McDonald, quoting
Virtue going out of us always; the eyes grow weary
With vision but it is vision builds the eye; And in a sense the children kill their parents But do the parents die?
MacNeice's classicism is on show in that 'virtue'; its failing makes the point, in an abstract way, that the individual is not self-sufficient. Maguire in The
Great Hunger, caught in the familial shackles of rural Ireland, finds that out
through experience. What Quinn tells us is that Kavanagh learned - earned? - his abstraction the hard way; it was not until after The Great Hunger that he
was able to announce his passivity. And as Quinn's treatment comes into its
strength in the chapters following the discussion of that poem, she throws a
proper and valuable emphasis on the work done between The Great Hunger and the Canal Bank sonnets of the 1950s, and shows that comedy was far
more than a stick with which to beat the long poem; it was an approach to
revelation. There are some illuminating treatments of individual works in
Quinn's book, in particular of Tarry Flynn, 'Shancoduff (a keynote poem, she
demonstrates convincingly), 'Father Mat' and 'Lough Derg', but its real value
is the overall view which it offers of Kavanagh's writing career. There is an
unremitting, if uneven, progress towards the relaxation and dispersal of the
later poems which constitute a poetic self-(re)creation. If these are careless in
composition and attitude, they signal a shedding of the cares which had
shaken Kavanagh's heart since 'Shancoduff; the easy freedom of writing which Kavanagh adopted was hardwon, and in the respectabilities of the
Ireland of the early 1960s offered a gesture of salutary rudeness. Quinn is
very good on the 'automythology' which Kavanagh constructed, and which
incidentally foreshadowed his posthumous translation into urban myth. McDonald similarly shows a steady developmental pattern in MacNeice's
career by rehabilitating the poems of the late forties and early fifties as
precursors to the lyric vitality of his last three volumes. McDonald's treat?
ment is meticulous. Although it is part of his method to discriminate among the weave of contextual factors operating on MacNeice throughout his po?
etry, he reserves his final chapter for a full discussion of MacNeice's imagina? tive engagement with Ireland. Its placing, meant to be climactic or conclusive,
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reads a little post-scripturally. MacNeice, we are told, is a poet of exile after
all, and his personal myths are myths of loss: 'Ireland always functions to some extent as a parental presence in his work, in one way lost (the mother) and in another partially rejected (the father and his north)'. The danger of this
approach is that it risks making MacNeice sound rather like too many other
Irish poets. But while, as McDonald concludes, 'MacNeice's uses for Ireland, and Ireland's for MacNeice, are both complex topics', one of the features of
MacNeice's poetry is its tendency to use 'Ireland' as if the name referred to, or
ought to have signified, a culturally homogenized blend; in that particular context, he has difficulty with any difference beyond the topographical.
Quinn tells us that the aim of her book is partly 'to introduce Kavanagh's oeuvre to a wider overseas
readership'. We have always been a little embar?
rassed by Kavanagh and what happened to him. We have kept him at home
and tried to look after him. MacNeice could take care of himself; he made his
way in the world, and the occasional visit or letter home seemed all that was
necessary to keep in touch. Antoinette Quinn's book goes a great way to?
wards explaining a figure whom we have merely indulged. Peter McDonald
shows a poet who has too often been put in the guest bedroom on his visits
back; he needs to be given the room he had as a child, and perhaps he will
stay.
PETER DENMAN
History is What Hurts
Ian Duhig. The Bradford Count. Newcastle-upon-Tyne: Bloodaxe, 1991. ISBN
1-87224-138-1. Stg?5.95.
Gerald Dawe. Sunday School. Oldcastle: Gallery, 1991. ISBN 1-85235-063-6.
IR?4.95 (pbk). ISBN 1-85235-064-4. IR?8.95 (hbk).
Eavan Boland. Outside History. Manchester: Carcanet, 1991. ISBN 0-85635 899-1. Stg?6.95.
Brendan Kennelly. The Book of Judas. Newcastle-upon-Tyne: Bloodaxe, 1991.
ISBN 1-85224-171-3. ?8.95 (pbk). ISBN 1-85224-170-5. ?25.00 (hbk).
Poetry and history, perhaps a more benign twin of Conor Cruise O'Brien's
'unhealthy intersection' of literature and politics, continues to thrive. Ever
since the success of 'revisionist' historiography was sealed in the 1960s by historical events - the modernisation of Irish society set in motion by the
O'Neill/Lemass reforms - Irish poetry has been an encounter not simply with history but with the way in which history can be written. In this sense it
could be argued that Murphy's The Battle of Aughrim was the exemplary work
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