Politics and the Rhetoric of Poetry: Perspectives on Modern Anglo-Irish Poetry

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Tjebbe A. Westendorp, Jane Mallinson
Rodopi, 1995 - 216 עמודים
The rich and varied nature of twentieth-century Anglo-Irish and Irish poetry is reflected in the essays presented inPolitics and the Rhetoric of Poetry: Perspectives on Modern Anglo-Irish Poetry. The linguistic and theoretical observations formulated in close readings of apparently non-political texts disclose implied political positions and suggest to what extent rhetoric and the nature of language are at the root of such questions as how should we read contemporary poetry. How can poems play a part in the resolution of the political and historic conflict? Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill's versions ofThe Táin, Brendan Kennelly's Cromwell, Paul Muldoon's Madoc and Ciaran Carson'sBelfast Confetti are analysed in detail, as is the relationship between rhetoric and politics in Seamus Heaney and Derek Mahon. Earlier twentieth-century poets such as Thomas Kinsella, John Hewitt, Patrick Kavanagh, John Montague, Louis MacNeice and Padraic Colum are also examined. The contingent nature of language is recognized by many of these poets, and the seventeen essays bring out the political charge hidden in the poetry. This includes the deliberate choice of the poetic form, the internal dialogue or the complexity of voices in the poem and a particular preoccupation with endings. These essays demonstrate Yeats's contention that Deliberation can be so intensified that it becomes synonymous with inspiration.

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Tjebbe A Westendorp
Mary OConnor
Peter Robinson
Kathleen Mullaney
Yuichi Midzunoe
Ruth Fleischmann
Giuseppe Serpillo
Catharine Malloy
Charles Bennett
Alasdair D F Macrae
Perro de Jong
Martine de Clercq
Désirée Hirst
Sanford Sternlicht
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עמוד 72 - I hate, I despise your feast days, And I will not smell in your solemn assemblies. Though ye offer me burnt offerings and your meat offerings, I will not accept them...
עמוד 71 - Seek him that maketh the seven stars and Orion, And turneth the shadow of death into the morning, And maketh the day dark with night: That calleth for the waters of the sea, And poureth them out upon the face of the earth : The Lord is his name: That strengtheneth the spoiled against the strong, So that the spoiled shall come against the fortress.
עמוד 97 - There are in our existence spots of time, That with distinct pre-eminence retain A renovating virtue, whence, depressed By false opinion and contentious thought, Or aught of heavier or more deadly weight, In trivial occupations, and the round Of ordinary intercourse, our minds Are nourished and invisibly repaired...
עמוד 97 - Of aspect more sublime : that blessed mood In which the burthen of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world. Is lightened; that serene and blessed mood. In which the affections gently lead us on...
עמוד 72 - Forasmuch therefore as your treading is upon the poor, and ye take from him burdens of wheat : ye have built houses of hewn stone, but ye shall not dwell in them ; ye have planted pleasant vineyards, but ye shall not drink wine of them. For I know your manifold transgressions and your mighty sins: they afflict the just, they take a bribe, and they turn aside the poor in the gate from their right.
עמוד 85 - As in a long suppressed dream, some stuttering garbled ordeal of my own) An Irish child weeps at school repeating its English. After each mistake The master gouges another mark on the tally stick hung about its neck Like a bell on a cow, a hobble on a straying goat.
עמוד 72 - Philistines: be they better than these kingdoms? or their border greater than your border, ye that put far away the evil day, and cause the seat of violence to come near? that lie upon beds of ivory, and stretch themselves upon their couches, and eat the lambs out of the flock, and the calves out of the midst of the stall...
עמוד 97 - Along his infant veins are interfused The gravitation and the filial bond Of nature that connect him with the world.
עמוד 67 - The blood our fathers spilt, Our love, our toils, our pains, Are counted us for guilt, And only bind our chains. Before an Empire's eyes The traitor claims his price. What need of further lies ? We are the sacrifice.

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