Liam Ó Muirthile, An Fuíoll Feá – Rogha Dánta/Wood Cuttings – New and Selected Poems
Liam Ó Muirthile, An Fuíoll Feá – Rogha Dánta/Wood Cuttings – New and Selected Poems, Baile Átha Cliath, Cois Life, 2013, 557 pages & CD, ISBN 978-1-907 494-35-2, €20.
The Shaky Bridge
An droichead crochta
a bhainimis amach
chun é a chroitheadh
le spleodar óige amháin.
Samhail gan meirg gan mairg
idir bruacha dhá theanga
ag croitheadh i mbun dáin :
Droichead Uí Ríordáin.
1The dedicatory poem of Liam Ó Muirthile’s volume of New and Selected Poems refers to a legendry Cork bridge that crosses the River Lee, connecting Fitzgerald’s Park to Sunday’s Well. Located in a public amenity close to University College Cork, it is a suspension bridge constructed in 1927, one of four suspension bridges in Ireland. Known as “the Shaky Bridge” or “Daly’s Bridge” and renamed by Ó Muirthile after the poet Seán Ó Ríordáin. Ó Muirthile also uses it as a metaphor for the connection between the two languages that he has moved between Irish and English: “Ireland, or that part of the island I call home, is a country of two languages historically, Irish and English. My life’s work has been defined by the relationship between those two languages.” (xxxix). The second verse of the poem implies that it is the tension between these two languages that has led to the creative impulse:
2The suspension bridge
we sought it out
only to give it a right shake
with the gusto of youth.
Symbol without rust without regret
between the banks of two languages
shaking with the frenzy of poetry
Ó Ríordáin Bridge.
3In the case of this volume, the translator who primarily helps Ó Muirthile to span the divide between the two languages and who shares his passion, his frenzy for poetry, is Gabriel Rosenstock. Ó Muirthile acknowledges his debt to his old comrade in his Author’s Note as he outlines the task undertaken by his friend:
I would no longer have to provide literal translations, often glossed word for word. He would translate from Irish, and I could focus on my primary task without feeling that I was merely journeying deeper into the tangled undergrowth. This, in itself, released a huge surge of creative energy. (xl)
4The phrase is revealing, indicative of the burden felt by Irish language poets since the move to producing bilingual editions of contemporary Irish language poetry occurred in the 1980s in the wake of Dermot Bolger’s Raven Arts publication of An Tonn Gheal/The Bright Wave (1986). Ó Muirthile himself reveals that he was initially hostile to such an impulse, resisting translation as a solution to the problem of writing in a minority language (xl). The present volume has enabled Ó Muirthile to write without worrying about the other language and, the danger of his poetry being smothered (to borrow Louis de Paor’s image) by the sheer weight of the majority language, freeing him to plough into the opened ground of the unconscious. This, he reminds us in his author’s preface, is the only translation he cares about: “[…] the only translation that really matters for a poet is translation in depth, in the unconscious.” (xl)
5The result is a volume of great scope and beauty, moving from Ó Muirthile’s new poems back to the poems published in his initial collection Tine Chnámh (1984). It allows the reader to grasp the varied palette and multiple preoccupations of the poet, ranging from the engaged political poems like “Guilford Four”, to one of awkward dialogue at Bealnablath with a Northern Nationalist: “‘Daoine boga sibhse theas, ‘arsa cara,/‘Muidne thuaidh cruaidh.’”[‘You in the South are soft,’ a friend says,/‘We’re of tougher mettle up north.’] (552/3). The poem is entitled “Thuaidh” (North) and the diction captures something of the bleb of the icicle that is to be found in Heaney’s collection of the same name.
6There are poems too of locale, ceol cheanntair the music of place as Seán Ó Ríordáin put it. Though Ó Muirthile long ago left “cocún Chorcaí” [the cocoon of Cork) (80/81), it remains visible in his poetry, in his dialect, in the long roll-call of his poet comrades whose names dot the pages of the book-Gerry Murphy, Louis de Paor, Greg Delanty, Michael Davitt, Colm Breathnach. His displacement to Dublin is an exile acknowledged in the poem “Deoraithe” [Exiles]. It describes an encounter between two Corkmen on an annual pilgrimage to Croke Park and celebrates the power of the hurling fields of Cork. Elsewhere the townlands, villages and poetic ancestors of Munster, Cork and Kerry in particular, are celebrated in the ode dedicated to poet Máire Bhuí Ní Laoighre (474-477) and the short sharp poems that resume the poetic art of Ó Rathaille, Ó Bruadair and Eoghan Rua Ó Súilleabháin. It is in these poems, with their sensual, fricative diction that the power of the attraction of writing in Irish is at its most tactile, its most convincing. In four short lines Ó Muirthile manages to distil the essence of each poet – rendering their work down into a potent brew that we can taste on the tongue:
An gabha geal
ag greanadh friotail,
bocóidí focal á dteilgean
ina stiallacha líofa miotail.
7Rosenstock provides an accomplished translation:
with polished friction
casting the studs
into flowing diction.
8The translation, in this particular instance, acts as a commentary on the original “polished friction”, and describes both Ó Muirthile’s poem and Ó Bruadair’s oeuvre, perilously placed amidst the debris of the declining ancient Gaelic order.
9As is fitting to one negotiating between two languages, one can also trace the influences of the major poets of those languages. Seán Ó Ríordáin is the voice with whom Ó Muirthile dialogues most frequently. In a prose poem, “Meáchan Rudaí” [The Weight of Things] (20-25) the central image of the weight of the son in his mother’s womb “Mo mheáchan is tú dom iompar ar feadh naoi mhí” (20) sends us back to Ó Ríordáin’s poem “Adhlacadh mo Mháthair”: “Anois adhlacfad sa chroí a deineadh ionraic/Cuimhne na mná d’iompair me trí ráithe ina broinn.” [And now I will bury in the heart made whole/The memory of the mother who carried me for nine months in her womb.] (Eireball Spideoige, 56). Seán Ó Tuama in Filí Faoi Sceimhle compared the impact this poem had on Irish language poetry to the influence of Baudelaire on nineteenth century French poetry. It is fitting that the very Francophile and Francophone Ó Muirthile should seek in Baudelaire’s Poèmes en prose a response to the death of his own mother. The final line “Éadroime d’anama a luigh orainn ar nós braillín síoda i do leaba tar éis tú a adhlacadh”. [The lightness of your soul that covered us like a silk sheet in your bed after we buried you.](24/5) reminds us of the electrifying opening verse of Ó Ríordáin’s poem:
Grian an Mheithimh in úllghort,
Is siosarnach i síoda an tráthnóna,
Beach mhallaithe ag portaireacht
Mar screadstracadh ar an nóinbhrat.
June sun in an orchard,
And a rustling in the silk of evening,
A cursed bee humming
Is a screamtear in the eveningshroud
10The silk sheet is thus also that of “Adhlacadh mo Mháthair”, wrapping both poet-sons in the mourning shroud.
11Ó Muirthile’s dialogue is not restricted to a monolingual experience. These poems of filial piety and shriving mark an exchange too with the poetry of Seamus Heaney. It is the case especially in the poem “Torramh” [Wake](16-19). The image of the poet’s family gathered at the mother’s bedside, the emptiness left at the close of the poem, echo that of Heaney’s “Clearances” sequence in The Haw Lantern (1987). An echo that is amplified by Rosenstock’s translation where the final lines of the poem are rendered: “I went out/walking on air.” (19), a plundering of Heaney’s line “So walk on air against your better judgement” in “The Gravel Walk”.
12Ó Muirthile was aware of the playfulness of Rosenstock his translator, who can be compared to an Irish language Muldoon. It must be said that in this exercise Rosenstock has exercised a most unMuldoon-like restraint throughout the numerous translations he has made. Occasionally, as in this instance, there is the mischievous borrowing for the translation; sometimes Rosenstock chooses to cut a line in two and so ends up with a longer poem as in the case with “Faoin mBráca” [Under the Harrow] (38-42). Nowhere however does he cannibalise Ó Muirthile’s work, as Muldoon has done with the poetry of Ní Dhomhnaill. These are accomplished translations that give access to the original. Rosenstock deserves the anglophone reader’s thanks in making this exceptional body of work available. This accessibility is augmented by the presence of a CD that contains readings by both Ó Muirthile and Rosenstock. Cois Life is to be commended for making this handsome ensemble available for only €20.
13The title poem, “Fuíoll Feá” [Woodshavings] (114/5) is not perhaps the most captivating poem of the collection in poetic terms. However the poem is central to the poet’s identity (he is after all a carpenter’s son) and his enterprise. In the poem “Ailm” [Elm] (116/7) addressed to his fellow poet Tomás MacSiomóin the intertext is clearly “Cill Chais” the great poem of lament for the end of the Gaelic Age where the felled trees are symbolic also of the thinning out of the language. Images of replanting and trees abound in Ó Muirthile’s work. He describes the poetic life in the following terms:
Throimaigh ár mbeo
thriomaigh ár nguí:
imíonn ár n-arán
laethúil ina bhrus
smiota ar na liopaí.
[Our life has come to dust,
our daily bread
falls from our lips
in shattered crumbs.]
14The paronomasia at play between “ár ndán” (our poem) in the following verse and “ár n-arán” (our bread) in this verse leaves us no illusions as to the loneliness and frustration of Ó Muirthile and his fellow Irish language poets (an explanation perhaps of the earlier paronomasia of the initial poem between “meirg” and “mairg”, rust and regret); they are frequently castigated in the Irish media as both irrelevant and inferior. This wonderful book proves those naysayers wrong on both counts.
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Clíona Ní Ríordáin, « Liam Ó Muirthile, An Fuíoll Feá – Rogha Dánta/Wood Cuttings – New and Selected Poems », Études irlandaises, 39-1 | 2014, 223-227.
Clíona Ní Ríordáin, « Liam Ó Muirthile, An Fuíoll Feá – Rogha Dánta/Wood Cuttings – New and Selected Poems », Études irlandaises [En ligne], 39-1 | 2014, mis en ligne le 30 juin 2016, consulté le 28 avril 2017. URL : http://etudesirlandaises.revues.org/3851Haut de page
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