There are books… and then there are books that change your
life. Most of the latter I read in my teens and early 20’s.
I remember so well reading For Whom The Bell Tolls in a
frigid Dublin bedsit and becoming ensnared by the poetry, principle and
pragmatism of its hero, Robert Jordan.
In somewhat similar circumstances in the East Village I
first ploughed through The Alexandrian Quartet and discovered that not only
could there be two sides to a story but four in Lawrence Durrell’s classic
collection.
And where would any of us be without an introduction to Ms. Molly
Bloom. Along with being introduced to literature’s greatest character, Sunny
Jim Joyce demonstrated to me, at least, that the very sound of words is as
important as their literal meaning.
Each of these books catapulted me into new worlds of imagination.
But two others that I read in my 30’s were glances back into a history that I’d
brushed against as a young boy in Wexford.
How odd too that I read them on Avenue B with the sound of
drug dealers hawking their wares outside my window and the occasional gun shot to
make sure I didn’t doze off.
The Hidden Ireland by Daniel Corkery might be a study of 18th
Century Munster culture, but it also helped me understand that buskers like
Margaret Barry and Pecker Dunne who I had listened to on the streets of Wexford
were among the last survivors of a fast disappearing Gaelic Ireland.
I realized how privileged I was to have experienced that
world in some small way. Corkery’s
book opened up a vista that I’ve drawn on as a writer and composer, and showed
me how vapid and insubstantial it is to be a “dedicated follower of fashion.”
Before you move forward you must first look backwards and
come to terms with your roots.
I can’t even remember when or where I bought An Duanaire
1600-1900: Poems of the Dispossessed, but as I look at my dog-eared copy it’s
obvious I’ve turned to it often.
This priceless book of Gaelic poetry was collected by Sean
Ó’Tuama with exquisite English translations by Thomas Kinsella.
These years encompass both the Cromwellian genocide and the
Penal Laws era that ended with Catholic Emancipation in 1829. You can almost
touch the loss of a people dispossessed seeping from An Duanaire.
The poems within are written by well-known bards steeped in
learning like Piaras Feiritéar down to Filíocht na nDaoine – the anonymous verses
of the common people.
Kinsella’s translations are both muscular and sublime, and
he opens up a whole new world to those of us with little or no proficiency in
the Irish language.
An Duanaire also contains internationally renowned poems
like Brian Merriman’s Midnight Court, and perhaps one of the world’s greatest
laments, Caoineadh Airt Uí Laoghaire written by his wife Eibhlín Dubh Ní Chonaill.
Lament for Art O’Leary enriched my life considerably for
back in 1992 I was privileged to write the music for a Dance/Theatre piece by
June Anderson that featured Black Eileen’s passionate response to the murder of
her husband.
Part of this vocal elegy became internationally known when I
used it as an introduction to the Black 47 song, Big Fellah which was featured
in Sons of Anarchy.
How strange is life – a lament for an 18th
Century Cork mercenary finds its way onto a contemporary TV motorcycle drama!
By the way, don’t miss Paul Muldoon’s upcoming translation
and re-enactment of The Lament for Art O’Leary at the Irish Arts Center, featuring
Lisa Dwan with music by Horslips.
One of the most moving poems in An Duanaire is Mo Bhrón ar
an Bhfarraige. My Grief on the
Ocean speaks of a woman longing for her partner who has departed for America.
As in other poems from An Duanaire it describes an earthy
and sensuous relationship – feelings rarely mentioned in verse after puritanical
European Jansenism overwhelmed Gaelic Catholicism in the wake of An Gorta Mór.
“My love came near
up to my side
shoulder to shoulder
and mouth to mouth.”
An Duanaire is out of print and can be expensive, but find
one. You’ll get a view of the past - both precious and frightening - that could
help you comprehend the complexities of the dizzying present.
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