Derek Mahon was on my Leaving Cert poetry curriculum. Everyone else that year went with Seamus Heaney as the safe bet (and, I seem to recall, were flummoxed when he didn’t come up and Patrick Kavanagh did instead). I being a born contrarian thought Mahon was way more interesting, which was validating considering he did come up in the exam and I got an A1 and fifteen years later I can still remember a lot of ‘A Disused Shed in County Wexford’ off by heart. ‘The world revolving in its bowl of cloud’ indeed (although I remembered it all that time as ‘waltzing’, which I think I prefer).
Glengormley: “I should rather praise/a worldly time under this worldly sky -/the terrior-taming, garden-watering days/those heroes pictured as they struggled through/the quick noose of their finite being. By/necessity, if not choice, I live here too.”
I love poetry and stories that celebrate the ordinary and the heroism inherent in it.
Carrowdore: “you bring/the all-clear to the empty holes of spring,/rinsing the choked mud, keeping the colours new.”
I mean. That’s POETRY. The words of it.
Day Trip to Donegal! I wrote so many essays on this and the ‘vindictive wind and rain’ and I still don’t really understand it any more than I did then.
Lives (for Seamus Heaney), ironically better than most of Heaney: “let him revise/his insolent ontology/or teach himself to pray.”
Leaves: “Somewhere in the heaven/of lost futures/the lives we might have led/have found their own fulfillment.” OUCH.
The Last of the Fire Kings – well there’s a whole novel in that. “not to release them/from the ancient curse/but to die their creature and be thankful.”
Courtyards in Delft reminded me of Szymborska’s poem about the Medieval Miniature. It takes a really good poet to describe a painting without being boring and also having a point.
Beyond the Pale: “a sprite among sails knife-bright in a seasonal wind” – you know when one single line justifies a whole poem? The rest is good, but even if it wasn’t -!
Calypso – I love this Homer fanfic. “much-sought Penelope in her new resolute life/had wasted no time acting the stricken widow/and even the face that sank the final skiff/knows more than beauty; beauty is not enough.” HOLLA. I also just adore the idea that Odysseus noped out and stayed with Calypso, after all no one can properly explain the seven year interlude just a sail from home.
Sorry, New Space, I think ‘form follows function’ are the three most evil words in the history of art. HARD NO.
Monochrome is just such a lovely love poem (and possibly memento mori?), the kind you’d like written about you.
I wish Dreams of a Summer Night had come with footnotes, it was so full of reference and learning. Mahon is such a great intellectual writer, he hasn’t just got the usual sources but others too. “remains ‘a point of/departure not from reality but to it’ -/wherein lies one function of the poet,/to be instrumental in the soul’s increase.” Amen to that.