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Kavanagh Country

By Malcolm Rogers

Recent research on behalf on Irish tourism has found that “international consumers [i.e. tourists] valued in Ireland what they perceive as a simpler way of life, embracing values that modern Western countries have lost or forgotten”.

Kavanagh’s statue on the banks of the Grand Canal has kept many a passer-by company since his death.

This perception may be somewhat at odds with the reality of walking down O’Connell Street, with its burger bars and mountains of litter, or a stroll through Dublin 4 with its shiny Seamuses screeching along in their BMWs braying into their mobile phones. However, insofar as this recent survey’s findings are true — that ‘ould Ireland’ does still exist — they are much more readily to be found not in Dublin, nor in the recognised tourists haunts of Kerry, Connacht or Clare, but in the sleepy backwaters of Ireland — places, in fact, like Monaghan.

This weekend the Patrick Kavanagh Centre will be holding its annual Kavanagh Weekend — and you’ve still got time to book. But in reality you can visit Monaghan anytime and invoke the spirit of one of Europe’s greatest poets, and in the process get a good taste of what old Ireland used to be like.

Not that Kavanagh confined his life to Monaghan. He worked in Dublin — indeed Raglan Road was first performed in the newspaper offices of the Irish Catholic. Benedict Kiely, who was also working in the newspaper’s office at the time, describes how Kavanagh arrived in one day and asked his workmates if they thought his new poem would go with the old air The Dawning of the Day. Kavanagh proceeded to sing it there in the office — to some mild critical acclaim — but it wasn’t till he sang it to Luke Kelly that the song began to establish itself as one of the towering ballads of the last 100 years.

The poem is one of unrequited love which began on a leafy street in the south east of the grand Canal in Ballsbridge.

Dublin became Kavanagh’s home after he returned from a stint working in London, but it was Monaghan which inspired his poetry. He might have won the Nobel Prize for Literature, but he was unlucky in his epoch — the war years and their immediate aftermath meant he never really commanded the prestige abroad in the manner of Yeats and Joyce. And yet it’s no exaggeration to say that it was him more than Yeats who was the principal influence on Irish poets of the late 20th century.

Patrick Kavanagh was born in Inniskeen on October 21, 1904. His father was a cobbler and farmer and grew up in the shadow of the “hungry hills” of Ulster. Kavanagh left school intending to follow in his father’s footsteps but turned his back on farming: “I dabbled in verse, and it became my life.”

Much of his poetry is autobiographical, the earlier poems written about his life in rural Ireland. Eventually, however, lack of opportunity in Monaghan forced him to make the journey to Dublin.

Patrick Kavanagh died in 1967 and was buried in Inniskeen. In Dublin, his adopted home, he is immortalised according to his wishes:

“O commemorate me with no hero-courageous tomb — just a canal-bank seat for the passer-by.”

He got his wish — a bench and bronze statue can be seen opposite the Mespil Hotel on Mespil Road side of Baggot Street Bridge. This stretch of canal was the site of Parson’s Bookshop, where in the 1950s and 1960s Kavanagh met other writers such as Brendan Behan and Flann O’Brien. The place can still be visited — but it’s a café these days. However Paddy’s favourite watering holes, O’Donohue’s and Davey Byrne’s are still going strong in their original capacities.

Inniskeen, Kavanagh’s birthplace, situated on the Monaghan /Louth border, is mentioned in the Annals of the Four Masters. “Combustes Maeldun in Insula Caoin”, it says, referring to a local chieftain who was burned to death on the local island of Inis Caoin on the river Fane in the year 636 AD.

Funnily enough, it’s also not far from Rockcorry, the birthplace of Robert Gregg, the inventor of shorthand. He undoubtedly wrote: “Kvngh, may hav been bttr writr, but I ws far quiker.”

The Patrick Kavanagh Rural & Literary Resource Centre is housed in the historic St. Mary’s Church, next to the cemetery where the poet is buried. Material relating to the poet is well exhibited as well as items on local history.

Also on view are 12 specially-commissioned paintings illustrating Kavanagh’s epic poem “The Great Hunger”, a miniature model depicting Kavanagh’s classic, “A Christmas Childhood”, the poet’s death mask and other memorabilia associated with him.

One truly memorable feature of the Centre is the unique performance tour of Kavanagh Country, which takes in many local sites immortalised by Inniskeen’s most famous son, with anecdotes, historical facts, wild rumours and even the odd poem along the way.

The tour rounds off back at the Centre with a half-hour one-man show by Inniskeen actor Gene Carroll.

The Patrick Kavanagh Monaghan Tour takes in many of the places familiar to the poet and which shaped much of his work. The county of Monaghan would be well worth a visit even without its poetic heritage. If its tranquillity you’re after, you’ll find it here. Throughout the county a rural way of life pertains which, because of the economy of the area, and its proximity to the border, has remained in large part unchanged for decades.

The verdant countryside is the glory of Monaghan. The word itself comes from the Irish Muineachán — ‘the place of thickets’ — and everywhere you’ll find tangled thickets of blackthorn and whitethorn, ash trees and alder bushes tumbling across the drumlin landscape.

The county is mostly made up of low hills with gentle valleys and lakes in between. This poignant place is redolent of an Ireland which has almost disappeared. There is no factory farming hereabouts — no factories at all, for that matter — and the hedgerows are still full of the sound of songbirds.

If you want a restful, truly Irish holiday you can find it here in spades, at the back end of Ulster. As Patrick Kavanagh puts it: “My hills hoard the bright shillings of March while the sun searches in every pocket.”

For details visit www.irelandnorthwest.ie/whats_on or contact the Patrick Kavanagh Centre, Inniskeen, Co. Monaghan, Ireland.

Tel: 00 353 42 93 78560 Email: infoatpkc@eircom.net.

 
 
 
 
 
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