FAULTLINES, LIMITS, TRANSGRESSIONS: A THEME-CLUSTER IN LATE TWENTIETH-CENTURY IRISH POETRY ROBERT WELCH Lines of history lines of power . . . Lines of defiance lines of discord under Walker’s arm brisk with guns British soldiers patrol the walls the gates between Ulster Catholic Ulster Protestant. . . . Lines of loss lines of energy . . . John Montague, The Rough Field These are the incantatory openings of various strophes in John Montague ’s The Rough Field, taken from the section of that sombre poem called “A New Siege” (1974:74,77). Looking back now, nearly thirty years after it was written, it may not be an exaggeration to suggest that much Irish poetry since 1972 has taken a kind of inner direction, an urgent prompting , from Montague’s fierce but elegant analysis of the reemerging Troubles in Ireland in that intensely orchestrated long work. The volume is a formal meditation that brings together history, memory, politics, the cascade of events as they unfold in the disparity of crisis, biography, and family history. Montague’s poem creates the “rough field” of living history by means of an individual conscience trying to negotiate its terrain, which is on the one hand as familiar as a townland, but on the other as strange and A THEME-CLUSTER IN LATE TWENTIETH-CENTURY IRISH POETRY 161 terrifying as the places and landscapes of nightmare. In its nervous syntax, its curt lines stripped down to a kind of bardic economy, The Rough Field registers the reopening of old wounds, old faultlines in the Irish psyche, while recognizing too that these cuts and tears are not unconnected to other fissures and cracks opening up in Europe and America in the late 1960s and early 1970s: streets of Berlin Paris, Chicago seismic waves zig-zagging through a faulty world (1974:76) It is one of the achievements of Montague’s poem that these broader issues of political and social fissure are integrated into a series of biographical and familial explorations, so that the genealogy of public rifts and disruptions is given a personal and intimate stress, a felt interiority. The faultline is not only between different communities in Northern Ireland , between North and South, Ireland and Britain, Teague and Prod; it is also within communities, within families, within the Montagues themselves whose townland is the Rough Field of the title, Garvaghey (Mod. Ir. Garbh Achadh, literally ‘rough field’). And it runs, this fault, from father to son, from James Montague, estranged from his Tyrone family while he works behind a grille in the New York subway, to John Montague , who grows up to be very like his father, “the least happy / man I have known” (1974:47). This is candidly, bravely recorded in “The Fault”: When I am angry, sick or tired The line on my forehead pulses, The line on my left temple Opened by an old car accident. My father had the same scar In the same place, as if The fault ran through Us both: anger, impatience, A stress born of violence. (1974:45) Montague goes on remorselessly to describe the kind of sound a wound makes, this time the historical wound of the defeat of Irish civilization in the century following Kinsale: Who knows the sound a wound makes? A THEME-CLUSTER IN LATE TWENTIETH-CENTURY IRISH POETRY 162 Scar tissue can rend, the old hurt tear open as the torso of the fiddle groans to carry the tune . . . (1974:46) The consciousness of loss, the avid and tormenting awareness of it, rises up in bitterness, accusation, anger, and hatred. Montague owns up to the lot in verse dignified but also shocking in its candor: This bitterness I inherit from my father, the swarm of blood to the brain, the vomit surge of race hatred, the victim seeing the oppressor . . . (1974:46) This is what erupted during the Civil Rights March to Burntollet; on Bloody Sunday in January 1972; and in more recent times, before the cease-fires, at Greysteel. It was at Greysteel on Halloween 1993 that Robert Torrens McKnight from Macosquin, with others, walked into the Rising Sun overlooking Lough Foyle, said “Trick or Treat?” and sprayed the bar with automatic fire, killing 13 people. It is...
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