Jon stallworthy louis macneice autumn

  • I sat with MacNeice's biographer, Jon Stallworthy, during the bus ride from Queen's University to Carrickfergus, chatting as much about rugby .
  • MacNeice's mother died when he was seven, and Jon Stallworthy shows how his imagination transmuted her ghostly presence, and the powerful presence of his father.
  • Louis MacNeice started writing Autumn Journal in August 1938.
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      • T S Eliot called Louis MacNeice 'a poet of genius', a poet's poet, one 'whose virtuosity can be fully appreciated only by other poets'. As his publisher, however, Eliot knew that MacNeice's work could speak to a much larger public. His Autumn Journal, published in May 1939, went through five printings during the war years, and it was to become one of the definitive poems of the 1930s.

        'I would have a poet,' wrote MacNeice, 'able-bodied, fond of talking, a reader of the newspapers, capable of pity and laughter, informed in economics, appreciative of women, involved in personal relationships, actively interested in politics, susceptible to physical impressions.' Knowing himself to be all of those things, modesty and a desire to demystify his calling led him to make no mention of the one all-important characteristic that distinguishes a poet: a mastery of the music and magic of language.

        MacNeice's mother died when he was seven, and Jon Stallworthy shows how his imagination transmuted her ghostly presence, and the powerful presence of his father, into an elemental opposition structuring most of what he would write - from anguished indictments of his native Ireland to poignant love poems. Drawing on the testimony of MacNeice's family, friends and lovers, and his extensive corres

        Autumn Journal on Autumn Journal: 3

        - By Michael Thurston


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        Read Part 2 here. 

        “August is nearly over.”

        I forget, from year to year, how Autumn Journal begins with an insistence upon endings. Summer is ending in section I, August is ending in section III, and, in the section that falls between those, MacNeice contemplates the ultimate ending. Such emphasis is consonant with the poetic mainstream where autumn is concerned. Even as the season offers the abundance of the harvest, as James Thomson sets his rural clowns to pleasant work beside their fair Lavinia, the autumn hunts and feasts are just particolored hedges against winter’s arrival. It is this progression that Keats famously tries to stop with the languor of his lines.

        So we might see MacNeice simply joining in the long pastoral tradition of seeing endings in this particular turn of season. In addition, for teachers (as MacNeice was), the coming of autumn is the end of leisure, of one’s control over one’s own time. Just yesterday, I was talking with a colleague who said that corn made her ambivalent. On the one hand, she loves the stuff and looks forward to the late-summer moment when it peaks, but on the other hand she knows that the hei