Heinrich-Heine-Universität, Anglistisches Institut
Lawrence Matthew Gough
The First Irish Revisionist Sean O’Faolain
1. Semester

Poetry in Irish prose -
poetic devices in Sean O′Faolain′s short stories

von: Alexandra Berlina

Contents

1) Introduction – pages 3-4

2) Cumulation of poetic devices - pages 4-12

2.1 Cumulation of poetic devices in “Something. Everything. Anything. Nothing.” – p.4-7
2.2 Cumulation of poetic devices in other short stories – p. 7-12

3) Eyes and eyelids – pages 12-15

3.1 Eyelids – p. 12
3.2 Animal metaphors and similes for eyes and lids – p.13
3.3 Women’s eyes (clichés and non-clichés) – p. 14
3.4 Men’s eyes – p. 14-15
3.5 Ideas’ and things’ eyes – p.15

4) Animal similes and metaphors – pages 15-17

4.1 Dogs, cats and mice – p.15-16
4.2 Birds – p. 16-17
4.3 Grotesque and funny images – p. 17

Introduction

It was simple to define poetry hundred years ago: a poem had to contain a measure, rhythm and rhymes. Nowadays, none of them is indispensable any more. So, what is poetry? In my opinion, poetry is primarily qualified by a concentrated language. I feel certain that there is a relationship between the German words “Dichte” (concentration, denseness) and “Dichter” (poet, writer). In a poem, every single word should be essential, no word random, nothing to delete or to add. There is only one literary genre where this tightness of language is almost as important – the short story. Sean O’Faolain wrote poems in his youth, and then he switched to short stories. It seems to me that he did not consider himself talented enough as a poet to publish his verses (maybe partly because of the experience he describes in his autobiography “Vive moi!” – as a student, he was laughed at for his naïve poem about Mother Ireland’s teeming navel1), but still felt a desire to write poetry. Interestingly, the twenty-four years old hero of “How to write a short story” with whom the author seems to identify, had rested from writing poetry and was trying to write short stories2. The short story is a genre that has a long tradition in Ireland and many Irish masters, but that is surely not the only reason why O’Faolain wrote mainly short stories. He must have felt the close relationship between them and verses. He wrote prose, but smuggled poetry into it. O’Faolain either placed his own poems into his stories (a few times, for example, in “Hymenial”), or quoted other poets there (far more frequently), or he made whole passages of his prose sound remarkably poetic – and this he did in almost every story. To analyze this phenomenon, I have chosen O’Faolain’s later stories (from 1970 on, the collections “The Talking Trees and Other Stories”, “Foreign Affairs and Other Stories” and the last stories published only after the author’s death). By the time he wrote them, he was not so susceptible for outer influences as in his youth. These works are more mature and original; they contain less romantic (and other) clichés than his early experiments. Therefore, these compositions are more interesting to study and to decompose into single metaphors, similes, alliterations etc – especially if there are many of them at once, as it often occurs in his stories. I did not use any secondary literature, because I wanted to study O’Faolain’s way of writing by myself.

Cumulation of poetic devices

In Sean O’Faolain’s works, poetic devices tend to stick together. Apparently, sometimes the content was so important to the author that he developed a very complex form for it. There are episodes that make one want to read them aloud; if their composer wanted to accentuate some points by expressing them so artfully, he clearly succeeded. Or did he maybe simply enjoy the poetic arranging of words so much that he just could not stop, once having started? That may be a second reason for those clusters of poetic devices – but not the main one. The analysis of the short story parallelistically entitled “Something. Everything. Anything. Nothing.” makes obvious that the locations of the cumulations have not been chosen at random. They appear where an important thought is to be expressed. A part of the story deals with Emilio Ratti, a man who seems to live in the past. The narrator is a journalist whose job has to do with today, occasionally with tomorrow, never with yesterday3. His relationship to the past as such is described in one striking sentence: I had been seeing far too many memorials to that incorporeal, extramundane, immaterial, miasmic element that is food and drink to men like Emilio Ratti and that Carl Sandburg called a bucket of ashes4.

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1 Cursive means a quotation; this one is from “Vive moi!”, printed by “Rupert Hart-Davis” 1965 , page 22

2 This quotation as well as all the next, if not mentioned differently, originates from the third volume of the collection “The Collected Sort Stories of Sean O’Faolain”, printed by “Constable and Company” 1982. (page 313)

3 page 206

4 page 206