Michael Hartnett

In translation, Gabriel Fitzmaurice, The Purge, a translation of “An Phurgóid” by Michael Hartnett (Dublin: Beaver Row Press 1989), [n.p.]. Also Seminando: a cura di Edoardo Zuccato [I Testi di testo a fronte, 15] (Milano: Crocetti 1994), 92pp.

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Anthologies, Ed., with Desmond Egan, Choice: An Anthology of Irish Poetry Selected by the Poets Themselves with a Vomment on Their Choice, ed. by Desmond Egan & Michael Hartnett (Kildare: Goldsmith Press 1973), 119pp.; sel. & ed., Dundalk Urban District Council Arts Committee and Dundalk Democrat Poetry Anthology (Dundalk U.D.C. 1987), 54pp.

Contributions, “An Giorria/The Hare”, in Sruth na Maoile / Modern Gaelic Poetry from Scotland and Ireland, ed. Michael Davitt & Iain Mac Dhímhnaill (Canongate Press 1993), p.138.

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Criticism
Interviews/reviews, Victoria White, interview with Michael Hartnett, in The Irish Times (Thurs. 15 Dec. 1994) [see extract]; Bernard O’Donoghue reviews Ó Rathaille (Gallery 1999), in Times Literary Supplement ( 17 April, 1999) [see extract]; Eamon Grennan, ‘Wrestling with Harnett’, in Facing the Music: Irish Poetry in the Twentieth Century (Creighton UP 1999) [chap.], pp.296-314; Thomas O’Grady, ‘(Re)Visiting Michael Hartnett’, in Irish Literary Supplement, Vol. 9, No.1 (2000), pp.27; Patricia Craig, review of Michael Harnett, Collected Poems (Oldcastle: Gallery Press), 255pp. [see extract].

Studies, John McDonagh & Stephen Newman, eds., Remembering Michael Hartnett: A Language Seldom Spoken (Dublin: Four Courts Press 2006), 192pp. [14 contribs. incl. Seamus Heaney, Declan Kiberd, Louis de Paor, Gabriel Rosenstock, Eoin Flannery, et al.].

See also Notes from His Contemporaries: A Tribute to Michael Hartnett (q.pub.), 166pp. [contribs. incl. Seamus Heaney, Thomas Kinsella, James Liddy, Paul Durcan, Brendan Kennelly, Eavan Boland, Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill, Theo Dorgan, John Montague, Pearse Hutchinson, Michael Smith, Dermot Bolger, Michael Longley, Christine Dwyer Hickey, Liam Ó Muirthile, Macdara Woods, Sydney Bernard Smith, Paula Meehan, Gerard Smyth, Leland Bardwell, Eilean Ni Chuilleanain, Michael Coady, Paddy Bushe, Hugh McFadden, Dennis O' Driscoll, Gabriel Rostenstock, Anthony Cronin and many others.

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Dissertations, Callum Boyle, ‘Tradition and Transgression in the Poetry of Michael Hartnett’, MA Diss., UUC, 2005 [source of sundry quotations here].

Tributes: Paula Meehan has a tribute-poem in Painting Rain (2009). See also Notes from Contemporaries: A Trbute to Michael Hartnett, ed. Niall Harnett (priv. 2009) [40 contribs. on Harnett incl. Seamus Heaney, Eavan Boland, Thomas Kinsella, John Montague, et al.]

Website: The Harnett pages of “Culture & Custom / Poetry” website contain the poems “Death of an Irishwoman”, “The Poet as Black Sheep” for Paul Durcan (from Notes on My Contemporaries), and “Farewell to English”, as well as a biographical account (link; see also Notes, infra.)

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Commentary
Sebastian Barry, “The History and Topography of Nowhere” [Introduction,] The Inherited Boundaries: Younger Poets of the Republic of Ireland (Dolmen 1986): ‘[...] in the last few years a powerful reinstatement of the attractions of the language has felt its beginnings in the charismatic courage of Michael Hartnett — the language as a friend to poets, I mean. [...] The real translation would appear to be from European and otherwise writers. Allegiance had to shift there, or remain there, because most good European poets are translated into English, and this entices a kinship and alternative glosses. A language is desired in proportion to the susurrus of its writers. But it is easier to penetrate the sign-posted wilderness of Vallejo than the new roads of Hartnett. This is unprettily odd.’ (p.20.)

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Victoria White, interview with Michael Hartnett, The Irish Times (Thurs. 15 Dec. 1994): ‘I sat down when I was 33, the age Christ died, and said, “Now is the time will decide”’, setting himself the task of mastering the “ealaíon ársa’, the ancient craft of the Gaelic poet; refers to his ‘leprachaun writing.’

Bernard O’Donoghue reviews Ó Rathaille (Gallery 1999), in Times Literary Supplement ( 17 April, 1999): containing 24 poems in translation; ‘there are moments of incomparably sympathy in Ó Rathaille, especially in the personal elegies at the approach of the poet’s own death which Hartnett translates wonderfully’; regards his trans. of “Gile na Gile” as surpassing Mangan’s or O’Connor’s.’

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Patricia Craig, review of Michael Harnett, Collected Poems (Oldcastle: Gallery Press), 255pp. Harnett reared by grandmother, Bridget Halpin, an Irish-speaker with her cronies; a lifetime interest in Gaelic poetry ignited by introduction at thirteen to Daibhi Ó Bruadair; his first collection, Muince Dreoilíní [A Necklace of Wrens] (1987), recalls an association when a nest of wrens fell upon him, garlanding his chest and causing his grandmother to predict a life as a poet. Craig writes, ‘Harnett has always been something of a “poet’s poet”, acclaimed by his peers for his technical know-how and aptitude for strong imagery.’ Quotes his lines on the seventeenth-century Gaelic poets: “These old men walked on the summer road/sugan belts an long black coasts/with big ashplants and half-sacks/of rags and bacon on their backs,[…/they looked at me a while/then took their roads/to Croom, Meentogues and Cahirmoyle./They looked back once,/black moons of misery/sickling their eye-sockets,/A thousand years of history in their pockets.” Also quotes Hartnett’s comment on “the obstinacy of the Irish mind, its constant connection with the past” and Heaney’s observation in an RTE documentary of Hartnett in 1997: “He’s not like anybody else”, with praise for ‘the owner of a unique voice whose confidence and ingenuity are lifted by a quiet waywardness.’ (Times Literary Supplement, 3 May 2002, p.24.)

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Bernard O’Donoghue, review of Michael Hartnett, Collected Poems [with Thomas Kinsella, Collected Poems], in The Irish Times ([3] Nov. 2001), Weekend, writes of Hartnett: ‘Locally rooted though he is, Hartnett is the least parochial of writers. Reading him now at length, what is most astonishing is his versatility.’ Quotes: ‘Life a knife cutting a knife/his last please for life/echoes joyfully in Camas’ (“Pigkilling”); ‘I loved her from the day she died./She was a summer dance at the crossroads./She was a card game where a nose was broken./She was a song that nobody sings. (“Death of an Irishwoman”). Also quotes an Inchicore haiku: ‘Women in the street/faces the colour of fear./I turn away my eyes.’ O’Donoghue published a collection, Here Not There (1999). (See full text, infra.)

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Rory Brennan, reviewing A Book of Strays, in Books Ireland (Sept. 2003): ‘ [...] I first met him when he was curator, or doorkeeper as he might have put it, of the newly opened Joyce Tower forty years ago. He was reading a William Fauikner novel. He indicated the book, pronouncing “I prefer him”, and then waved dismissively at the loycean memorabilia, waistcoats and all. I think he had briefly been a postman before that, and later was a night telephonist-both occupations where you are left largely alone. / A Book of Strays should do much to ensure that Hartnett’s memory and literary remains (as the Victorians liked to put it) do not drop in esteem. Quite simply, though a random collection as its title implies, it is marvellous. The fugitive pieces here include street epiphanies, comic verse that always flips the coin into sadness, love poems, the evocation of ghosts and a long faux-naïf ballad on his native Newcastle West that ranks with Under Milk Wood. All these poems are full of personality, wit, resilience, even tragedy. I suppose Kavanagh was Hartnett’s greatest exemplar and he followed him too much in pub-haunting ways. Unlike Kavanagh he left no outstanding poems that can be readily anthologised, though his body of work on the whole is superior. [...].’

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Denis Donoghue refers to Hartnett’s ‘giving up writing in English’ in the course of remarks on James Joyce and ‘the edginess of those writers of or own day who feel that they must retain contact with it [the Irish language.’ (‘The Fiction of James Joyce’, in Augustine Martin, ed., The Genius of Irish Prose, 1985, p.85.)

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‘K. J.’, writing in Times Literary Supplement (6 Jan. 1995), quotes from A Farewell to English [excerpted in Selected and New Poems] the exemplary lines, ‘Poets with progress make no peace or pact / The act of poetry / is a rebel act’; also describes his poetry as both traditional and fiercely oppositional.

Dermot Bolger, ‘Irishman’s Diary’ [colum], in The Irish Times [16 Nov. 2002], celebrates the 1970 New Writers edition of Selected Poems by Michael Hartnett, issued when he was ‘all of 31 [though] he looks about 13 on the cover’ and remarks: ‘the excitement of discovering those poems at the age of 15 was still so great that I physically shook when I first met him when I was 22 and he wound up enthralling the entire staff and queue in Macari’s shop in Finglas.’

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Quotations
“Farewell to English”: ‘This road is not new./ I am not a maker of new things./ I cannot hew/ out of the vacuum-cleaner minds/ the sense of serving dead kings.// I am nothing new./ I am not a lonely mouth/ trying to chew/ a niche for culture/ in the clergy-cluttered south.// But I will not see/ great men go down/ who walked in rags/ from town to town/ finding English a necessary sin,/ the perfect language to sell pigs in.// I have made my choice/ and leave with little weeping./ I have come with meagre voice/ to court the language of my people.’

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Anglo-Irish stew (‘Farewell to English’): ‘Chef Yeats, that master of the use of herbs/could raise mere stew to a glorious height,/pinch of saga, soupcon of philosophy/carefully stirred in to get the flavour right,/and cook a poem around the basic verbs./Our commis-chefs attend and learn the trade,/bemoan the scraps of Gaelic that they know:/add to a simple Anglo-Saxon stock/Cuchulainn’s marrow-bones to marinate,/a dash of Ó Rathaille simmering slow,/a glass of University hic-haec-hoc:/sniff and stand back and proudly offer you/the celebrated Anglo-Irish stew.’

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Castletown House: ‘The house was lifted by two pillared wings/out of its bulk of solid chisellings/and flashed across the chestnut-marshalled lawn … [I go out] into the gentler evening air/and saw black figures dancing on the lawn,/Eviction, Droit de Seigneur, Broken Bones:/and heard the crack of ligaments being torn/and smelled the clinging blood upon the stones.’ (Quoted in Patrick J. Duffy, ‘Writing Ireland’, in Brian Walker, In Search of Ireland: A Cultural Geography, 1997, p.74.)

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“USA”: ‘Why are they afraid?/They live upon burial ground:/Latin, Anglo-Saxon, Teuton, Celt, Jew avert their eyes, afraid to look around/and see ghosts of Navaho, Cheyenne and Sioux./They chained the land and pulled her down/and nailed her to the sea with towns./She lies on her back, her belly cut in fields/of red and yellow earth. She does not yield,/she is not theirs. She does not love this race.’ (A Farewell to English, ed. Peter Fallon Gallery Press 1978, p.7; cited in Sean Golden, ‘Post-Traditional English Literature: A Polemic’, in The Crane Bag Book of Irish Studies [Vol. 3, No. 2 1979], 1982, pp.427-34, p.435-55).

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“Death of an Irishwoman” [his grandmother Mrs Halpin]: ‘Ignorant, in the sense / she ate monotonous food / and thought the world was flat, / and pagan, in the sense / she knew the things that moved at night were / neither dogs nor cats, / but púcas and dark-faced men, / she nevertheless had fierce pride.’ ‘[S]he clenched her brittle hands / around a world / she could not understand.’ ‘I loved her from the day she died.’ ‘She was a song that nobody sings / She was a house ransacked by soldiers / She was a language seldom spoken. / She was a child’s purse, full of useless things.’ [End.] (Collected Poems, p.139.)

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“Maiden Street Ballad”: ‘Tis said that in Church Street no church ever stood / and to walk up through Bishop Street no bishop would, / and ’tis said about Maiden Street that maiden hood / was as rare as an ass’s pullover.’ (Book of Strays, 2002, p.30.) ‘Behind Nash’s Garage we played pitch-and-toss / or sat on the footpath the tinkers to watch / as they walloped each other because of a horse / outside Bill Flynn’s pub of an evening / Oh gone are the days of our simple past-times / when rawking an orchard was the worst of our crimes; / we fought with our fists and we never used knives / and ran like the hare when the priest came.’ (Ibid., p.31.) ‘If you think you can go back then you are a fool/for the Past is signposted “No Entry”’ (Ibid., p.35); also, ‘memory distorted by time in the minds of all who lived there’ (All quoted in Sharon Moore, op. cit., UUC 2007; note: Maiden St. was in Newcastle West, Limerick.)

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‘Sonnets from the Dark Side of the Mind’ (Collected Poems, Vol. I, Dublin: Raven Press; Manchester: Carcanet 1984, p.99-111): ‘I have been stone, dust of space, sea and sphere: / flamed in the supernova before man / or manmade gods made claim to have shaped me. / I have always been, will always be: I / am pinch of earth compressed in the span / of a snail-shell: galaxies’ energy, / the centre of the sun, the arch of sky.’ (p.99; quoted in Sharon Moore, op. cit., UUC 2007.)

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“Waspoet”: ‘This poison I have stored / inside me all my life / and have refined / in delicate phials, / I inject the dead / and spew the venom out / because the sky is glass / and I am trapped / […] / I make a poem, I yell / and then compose a speech. / And then my oldest foe / with his blueberry eyes / comes and taps the glass / but destiny here / no jurisdiction holds / I am safe and, sting in hand, / I stab him in the throat.’ (A Necklace of Wrens, Dublin: Gallery Press 1987, p.101; quoted in Sharon Moore, op. cit., UUC 2007.)

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Tribal scar: ‘I have survived the tribal scar, / the decorative tattoo. / What I say is what I am / and is not open to tirades from you: / trying not not [sic] to be is what I do.’ (The Killing of Dreams, 1992, quoted in Gerald Dawe, review, Irish Times, 3 Oct. 1992.)

Ó Bruadair (1985), Introduction admits to an ‘obsession’ with the challenging poems of this poet and the formidable difficulties in translating a highly sophisticated Gaelic master who ‘died with his culture in 1698’ and who turned from being a file, the dignified chronicler of his race, into a ‘ragged horny-handed itinerant, muttering under his breadth.’ Further: ‘1. Poetry is that which gets lost in translation; 2. is a widely held notion. I do not agree with it. A poet/translator, if he loves the original more than he loves himself, will get the poetry across or, at second best, force his own version - within the structures laid down by the original author - as close as possible to poetry’. (Quoted in John Cronin, review, Irish Studies Review, Winter 1994/95.) Further speaks of the ‘obstinacy of the Irish mind […] its constant connection with the past’ (‘Introduction’, Ó Bruadair, 1985, p.9; quoted in Boyle, op. cit., 2005, p.14.)

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Haicéad (1993): “Notes on Translation” [ prefixed]: ‘a translation is at best an illuminating footnote to the original.’ (Quoted in John Cronin, review of Ó Bruadair [op. cit., supra].)

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James Simmons, ed., Ten Irish Poets (Carcanet 1974) [‘The Person Nox Agonistes’; ‘The Poet as Black Sheep’; ‘Crossing the Iron Bridge’; ‘The Lord Taketh Away’; ‘The Night before Patricia’s Funeral ...’; ‘The Third Sonnet’; ‘A Small Farm’; ‘The Person as a Dreamer’; ‘All That is Left’],

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Peter Fallon & Seán Golden, eds., Soft Day: A Miscellany of Contemporary Irish Writing, ed. (Notre Dame/Wolfhound 1980), Prisoners; Death of an Irishwoman; from A Farewell to English.

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Seamus Deane, gen. ed., The Field Day Anthology of Irish Writing (Derry: Field Day Co. 1991), Vol. 3, selects from Adharca Broic; Do Nuala Foigne Crainn; An LiaNocht, [915-18]; A Farewell to English, 1387-89; BIOG., 1434.

Patrick Crotty, ed., Modern Irish Poetry: An Anthology (Belfast: Blackstaff Press 1995), selects “Bread” [236]; “I have exhausted the delighted range” [236]; “For My Grandmother, Bridget Halpin” [237]; from “A Farewell to English”, 1 [237]; “Lament for Tadgh Cronin’s Children” [238]; “The Man who Wrote Yeats, the Man who Wrote Mozart” [239]; “Sneachta Gealaí ’77” [246], trans. by Hartnett as “Moonsnow ’77” [247].

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Books in Print (1994) Ó Bruaidair, Selected poems of Dáibhí Ó Bruadair, translated and introduced by Michael Hartnett (Dublin: Gallery Press 1985), 53pp. [for Desmond and Olda Fitzgerald [cover by Michael Kane] [0 904011 90 9; 91 7 cloth]; Collected Poems Vol. 1 (1986; Raven Arts/Carcanet 1987), 103pp. [for Denis Hartnett 1914-1984]; Collected Poems Vol. 2 (1986; Raven Arts/Carcanet 1987), 168pp. [for Rosemary, whom I do not deserve].

Cathach Books (1996/97) lists The Naked Surgeon, ill. (Dublin: Purple Heron n.d.); Gipsy Ballads (Dublin: Goldsmith Press 1973), 42pp.; The Retreat of Ita Cagney (Culu Ide), with Mosaic by finola Graham [Last book publ. In old Irish Script] (Dublin: Goldsmith Press 1975), 34pp.; siged copies.

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Notes
Tribute(s): Michael Coady has written a tribute to Michael Hartnett in “Adhlacadh an Dreoilin [the Wren’s Burial]”, in One Another (Oldcastle: Gallery Press 2003). Hartnett was best man at Gabriel Fitzmaurice’s wedding.

Synge-song: “The Teaboy of the Western World” is the title of an article by Hartnett written and published while working in London building sites. (See the website biography by his daughter [link; extinct at 20.10.2010].)

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Namesake: Michael Hartnett of Purcell Singers (boys’ voices of the English Opera Group, Choristers of All Saints, Margaret Street), is the treble soloist in a performance of A boy was born, being a set of choral variations (op. 3) by Benjamin Britten (Decca Eclipse 1971.)

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Irish Culture & Customs: The editor of “The Irish Culture and Customs” website has offered a correction to our biographical account of Hartnett’s marriages and relationships in the form of a note from his daughter, writing: ‘He was married to my Protestant mum, Rosemary - the Jew thing was a fiction that Dad liked to tell people for his own amusement and their bemusement! He only had two children with my mum, myself Lara [var. Laura] and my brother Niall. As for the child with another woman, we are not sure!’ The writer is the note is credited with supplying much useful information, presumably including the dates of birth and death - the latter at variance with what was originally recorded supra [viz, err. 15th Sept]. (See web page [link].)

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