To be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow.
-- Patrick Kavanagh
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For the day that's in it.
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The Dubliners - On Raglan Road
‘I gave her gifts of the mind
I gave her the secret sign
That's known to the artists who have known
The true gods of sound and stone’
(‘In Bruges’ Soundtrack)
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https://youtu.be/SFlnwSzkoWM
To be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow.
-- Patrick Kavanagh
A Childhood Christmas – Patrick Kavanagh
One side of the potato-pits was white with frost -
How wonderful that was, how wonderful!
And when we put our ears to the paling-post
The music that came out was magical.
The light between the ricks of hay and straw
Was a hole in Heaven's gable. An apple tree
With its December-glinting fruit we saw -
O you, Eve, were the world that tempted me.
To eat the knowledge that grew in clay
And death the germ within it! Now and then
I can remember something of the gay
Garden that was childhood's. Again.
The tracks of cattle to a drinking-place,
A green stone lying sideways in a ditch,
Or any common sight, the transfigured face
Of a beauty that the world did not touch.
My father played the melodion
Outside at our gate;
There were stars in the morning east
And they danced to his music.
Across the wild bogs his melodion called
To Lennons and Callans.
As I pulled on my trousers in a hurry
I knew some strange thing had happened.
Outside in the cow-house my mother
Made the music of milking;
The light of her stable-lamp was a star
And the frost of Bethlehem made it twinkle.
A water-hen screeched in the bog,
Mass-going feet
Crunched the wafer-ice on the pot-holes,
Somebody wistfully twisted the bellows wheel.
My child poet picked out the letters
On the grey stone,
In silver the wonder of a Christmas townland,
The winking glitter of a frosty dawn.
Cassiopeia was over
Cassidy's hanging hill,
I looked and three whin bushes rode across
The horizon — the Three Wise Kings.
And old man passing said:
‘Can't he make it talk -
The melodion.' I hid in the doorway
And tightened the belt of my box-pleated coat.
I nicked six nicks on the door-post
With my penknife's big blade -
there was a little one for cutting tobacco.
And I was six Christmases of age.
My father played the melodion,
My mother milked the cows,
And I had a prayer like a white rose pinned
On the Virgin Mary's blouse.
by Patrick Kavanagh (1904-1967)
Here is the poem, beautifully read by Stephen Rea:
On this day in 1967 Patrick Kavanagh, Irish poet and novelist, died. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and the poems "On Raglan Road" and "The Great Hunger".
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Patrick Kavanagh was born in Inniskeen, Co Monaghan on 21 October 1904. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and the poems "On Raglan Road" and "The Great Hunger".
Picture: Patrick Kavanagh in a field with a bucket and a spade over his shoulder.
Edit: I'm advised by @psneeze that it is probably an ordinary spade, not a sleán, that that he's probably off to dig some potatoes rather than turf.
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To be dead is to stop believing in the masterpieces we will begin tomorrow.
-- Patrick Kavanagh
On this day in 1967 Patrick Kavanagh, poet and novelist, died. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and the poems "On Raglan Road" and "The Great Hunger".
#Ireland #IrishHistory #IrishLiterature #PatrickKavanagh #OnThisDay
"...the plight
Of being king and government and nation.
A road, a mile of kingdom, I am king
Of banks and stones and every blooming thing" ~ Inishkeen Road: July Evening #PatrickKavanagh #Poetry #Ireland #Eire
Patrick Kavanagh was born in Inniskeen, Co Monaghan on 21 October 1904. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and the poems "On Raglan Road" and "The Great Hunger".
#Ireland #IrishHistory #IrishLiterature #PatrickKavanagh #Monaghan #OnThisDay
The edits went in. And totally unconnectedly but I decided to take a selfie with Paddy Kavanagh today. His is the poetry I dislike the least!! https://allpoetry.com/Canal-Bank-Walk. #patrickkavanagh #AmEditing #AmWriting
This week’s Folk Show includes a Claddagh Records showcase featuring Rónán Ó Snodaigh & Myles O'Reilly, ØXN and more. Plus, we have plenty of other new folk music releases, including Peatbog Faeries, Kathryn Tickell, Calum Stewart, The Routes Quartet, Grace Smith Trio, Filkin’s Drift and more. #folk #folkmusic #irishtraditionalmusic #poetry #seamusheaney #patrickkavanagh https://www.folkradio.co.uk/2023/08/folk-show-episode-138-a-claddagh-records-special/
On this day in 1967 Patrick Kavanagh, poet and novelist, died. His best-known works include the novel Tarry Flynn, and the poems "On Raglan Road" and "The Great Hunger".
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