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Seamus Heaney is perhaps the best-known poet writing today. | 0:00:08 | 0:00:13 | |
Humane and accessible his writing celebrates the love, | 0:00:13 | 0:00:18 | |
integrity and sheer endurance that he's found in the people of his often troubled native Ireland. | 0:00:18 | 0:00:24 | |
When he won the Nobel Prize in 1995, | 0:00:24 | 0:00:28 | |
the judges praised him for his lyrical beauty and ethical depth, | 0:00:28 | 0:00:32 | |
for poems which exalt everyday miracles and the living past. | 0:00:32 | 0:00:37 | |
Now, Heaney has written a verse translation of Antigone for Dublin's Abbey Theatre. | 0:00:37 | 0:00:43 | |
Titled the Burial At Thebes, | 0:00:43 | 0:00:46 | |
it gives a sharp contemporary twist to Sophocles' classic text, | 0:00:46 | 0:00:51 | |
with echoes of the Iraq war and Guantanamo Bay. | 0:00:51 | 0:00:54 | |
-Did you or did you not know the proclamation for battle? -I did know. | 0:01:02 | 0:01:08 | |
How could I not. | 0:01:08 | 0:01:11 | |
Didn't everybody? | 0:01:11 | 0:01:14 | |
The play pits Antigone against her uncle, Creon, King of Thebes, | 0:01:14 | 0:01:19 | |
whose decree that the body of her brother, Polyneices, be left to rot as befits a traitor. | 0:01:19 | 0:01:25 | |
When she defies his order, the scene is set for a clash | 0:01:25 | 0:01:30 | |
between state authority and private conscience. | 0:01:30 | 0:01:33 | |
You dare to disobey the law. | 0:01:33 | 0:01:36 | |
I disobeyed because the law was not the law of Zeus. | 0:01:36 | 0:01:41 | |
Nor the law ordained by the justice among the guards of the dead. | 0:01:41 | 0:01:45 | |
What they decree is immemorial and binding for us all. | 0:01:45 | 0:01:50 | |
When you were asked by the abbey to create a version of Antigone, | 0:01:51 | 0:01:57 | |
how did you bring yourself to it, without kind of subverting or sidelining Sophocles? | 0:01:57 | 0:02:04 | |
The problem for me is saying, "How do you get the right to write?" | 0:02:04 | 0:02:10 | |
There has to be some excitement. | 0:02:10 | 0:02:14 | |
HE COUGHS | 0:02:14 | 0:02:16 | |
There was in recognising that there was a political moment in the world | 0:02:16 | 0:02:22 | |
with the Bush administration doing Creon, | 0:02:22 | 0:02:27 | |
forcing the rest of the world to not bury traitors. | 0:02:27 | 0:02:31 | |
Guantanamo Bay was about to occur and so on. | 0:02:31 | 0:02:36 | |
So, there's always enough political anxiety for Antigone. | 0:02:36 | 0:02:42 | |
-Will it be enough to see me executed? -More than enough. | 0:02:42 | 0:02:46 | |
Why don't you do it quickly? | 0:02:46 | 0:02:48 | |
Anything I have to say to you or you to me only deepens the wound. | 0:02:48 | 0:02:52 | |
I never did a nobler thing than bury my brother, Polyneices. | 0:02:52 | 0:02:57 | |
If these men weren't so afraid to sound unpatriotic, they'd say it. | 0:02:57 | 0:03:02 | |
But you are king. | 0:03:02 | 0:03:04 | |
And because you are king, you won't be contradicted. | 0:03:04 | 0:03:08 | |
In your version, it's Antigone who reports to her sister | 0:03:08 | 0:03:13 | |
that Creon has said, | 0:03:13 | 0:03:16 | |
"Whoever isn't for us, is against us", in this absolutist position. | 0:03:16 | 0:03:21 | |
-George Bush practically said these words. -I know, yes. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:26 | |
The pressure from the Bush administration was the reality. | 0:03:26 | 0:03:31 | |
CHEERS AND APPLAUSE | 0:03:31 | 0:03:33 | |
And the war on terror, the very words caused anxiety, | 0:03:33 | 0:03:38 | |
you know, because you can't have war on terror. | 0:03:38 | 0:03:42 | |
The images of the prisoners in the Guantanamo Bay arrivals, | 0:03:42 | 0:03:49 | |
people chained in foot irons, walking behind guards with guns, | 0:03:49 | 0:03:54 | |
it reminded me of, I have to say, a Roman triumph. | 0:03:54 | 0:03:59 | |
I've seen images in my old school Latin book of the Gauls, | 0:03:59 | 0:04:04 | |
or whoever being marched down by the legions | 0:04:04 | 0:04:09 | |
who are technically equipped as the American army is now, | 0:04:09 | 0:04:14 | |
being shown to the citizenry as a form of vindictive, triumphalist, callous treatment. | 0:04:14 | 0:04:21 | |
You decided to call your... It's not a translation, is it? | 0:04:21 | 0:04:26 | |
I mean a translation is too narrow. | 0:04:26 | 0:04:28 | |
It's your vision of Antigone. | 0:04:28 | 0:04:31 | |
You called it Burial At Thebes, why? | 0:04:31 | 0:04:34 | |
If you say the word burial, | 0:04:34 | 0:04:37 | |
it has a purchase on yourself as a member of the species. | 0:04:37 | 0:04:42 | |
Secularised as we are and dereligionised as we are, | 0:04:42 | 0:04:46 | |
the word burial just still has a faintest sense of solemnity. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:52 | |
And so it reawakens, I hope, | 0:04:52 | 0:04:56 | |
it stirs up something in the common, unconscious, the burial at Thebes. | 0:04:56 | 0:05:02 | |
It's also what the play is about. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:04 | |
Blake Morrison says, "In times of crisis, classics can reach us." | 0:05:04 | 0:05:09 | |
They reach us at any time but they reach us more at these times. | 0:05:09 | 0:05:14 | |
Do you think people need to try and make sense of the horror that's going on just now? | 0:05:14 | 0:05:20 | |
I keep quoting Robert Frost, very simple, over-quoted, | 0:05:20 | 0:05:26 | |
about a poem as, "a momentary stay against confusion." | 0:05:26 | 0:05:32 | |
Momentarily, it passes, but there is a satisfaction for the moment of this being clarified. | 0:05:32 | 0:05:39 | |
Antigone... | 0:05:39 | 0:05:41 | |
It doesn't solve, it ends in grief on both sides | 0:05:41 | 0:05:46 | |
but there is a stern, veteran note to the choristers | 0:05:46 | 0:05:51 | |
that appeals to me from the voice really of elders. | 0:05:51 | 0:05:56 | |
The country I grew up in was quite close to Iceland and Ancient Greece, | 0:05:56 | 0:06:03 | |
in that the elder had veteran knowledge, folk wisdom was spoken. | 0:06:03 | 0:06:08 | |
There is something of that Ulster country, | 0:06:08 | 0:06:13 | |
standing at the jam of the door, saying, "Listen, son, watch out." | 0:06:13 | 0:06:19 | |
There's some of that in the choruses. | 0:06:19 | 0:06:22 | |
Wise conduct is the key to happiness. | 0:06:22 | 0:06:25 | |
Finding resonance in ancient stories and ancient sites | 0:06:37 | 0:06:41 | |
is a trademark of Heaney's art. | 0:06:41 | 0:06:43 | |
His poetry traces an unbroken line of continuity between the present and the often distant past. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:50 | |
Since his early days as a poet, | 0:06:50 | 0:06:53 | |
he has excavated the myths of classical Greece, medieval Ireland and Anglo-Saxon Britain. | 0:06:53 | 0:06:59 | |
In 1999, his version of the Dark Age epic, Beowulf, found a wide audience, | 0:07:04 | 0:07:11 | |
with its powerful evocation of a people exhausted by oppression but heroic in resistance. | 0:07:11 | 0:07:17 | |
The Geat people built a pyre for Beowulf. | 0:07:18 | 0:07:21 | |
It started four square from the ground up | 0:07:21 | 0:07:24 | |
and hung helmets on it, as he had instructed, | 0:07:24 | 0:07:29 | |
surrounded it with war shields and shining male. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
Then his warriors laid him in the middle of it, mourning a lord far-famed and beloved. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:39 | |
On a height they kindled the biggest ever funeral fire. | 0:07:39 | 0:07:43 | |
Fumes of wood smoke billowed darkly up. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:47 | |
The blaze roared and drowned out their weeping. | 0:07:47 | 0:07:50 | |
Wind died down and flames wrought havoc in the hot bone house burning it to the core. | 0:07:50 | 0:07:56 | |
For Heaney, the mythic and the everyday co-exist in the places and people around him. | 0:07:56 | 0:08:02 | |
You have drawn so much from, as it were, ancient material, for your writing, | 0:08:03 | 0:08:10 | |
not literally but just infusing the way you think about it. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:15 | |
Do you feel a connection with the distant past? | 0:08:15 | 0:08:19 | |
There are certain areas that come home to me. | 0:08:19 | 0:08:24 | |
It's not that I go to them, they come home here. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:29 | |
I take the example of my own father, who is a cattle dealer | 0:08:29 | 0:08:34 | |
and a very taciturn man, affectionate, but taciturn. | 0:08:34 | 0:08:39 | |
And he...always dressed - he wore a soft hat. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:45 | |
He went to the fairs as a cattle dealer and he carried a stick. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:50 | |
He was also, oddly enough, very animated. | 0:08:50 | 0:08:54 | |
He was a kind of an amateur undertaker, | 0:08:54 | 0:08:58 | |
he took charge and attended to things. | 0:08:58 | 0:09:02 | |
If in the extended family or among the neighbours there was a death, | 0:09:02 | 0:09:07 | |
he had some form of natural responsibility or authority in running that. | 0:09:07 | 0:09:14 | |
He didn't run it but he was present as someone who would adjudicate. | 0:09:14 | 0:09:19 | |
Hermes, the god of marketplaces, | 0:09:19 | 0:09:24 | |
carried a stick, had a hat, wore boots, my father always wore these yellow leather boots. | 0:09:24 | 0:09:30 | |
Hermes led the souls of the dead down there. | 0:09:30 | 0:09:35 | |
That's a very long answer to your question | 0:09:35 | 0:09:39 | |
but Hermes to me was a paradigm - there I go using a word like that - | 0:09:39 | 0:09:44 | |
he came home and I felt safe. | 0:09:44 | 0:09:46 | |
Heaney's sense of a traditional past | 0:09:49 | 0:09:53 | |
comes from his childhood on his parents' farm in County Derry. | 0:09:53 | 0:09:58 | |
One of his earliest poems, about his father working, | 0:09:58 | 0:10:03 | |
set out the path of his career as a poet. | 0:10:03 | 0:10:07 | |
Between my finger and my thumb the squat pen rests; snug as a gun. | 0:10:07 | 0:10:14 | |
Under my window a clean rasping sound | 0:10:14 | 0:10:17 | |
As the spade sinks into gravelly ground. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:21 | |
My father, digging. I look down | 0:10:21 | 0:10:23 | |
Till his straining rump among the flowerbeds | 0:10:23 | 0:10:26 | |
Bends low, comes up 20 years away | 0:10:26 | 0:10:29 | |
Stooping in rhythm through potato drills | 0:10:29 | 0:10:33 | |
Where he was digging. | 0:10:33 | 0:10:35 | |
The coarse boot nestled on the lug, the shaft | 0:10:35 | 0:10:39 | |
Against the inside knee was levered firmly. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:42 | |
He rooted out tall tops, buried the bright edge deep | 0:10:42 | 0:10:46 | |
To scatter new potatoes that we picked | 0:10:46 | 0:10:49 | |
Loving their cool hardness in our hands. | 0:10:49 | 0:10:53 | |
By God, the old man could handle a spade, | 0:10:53 | 0:10:57 | |
Just like his old man. | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
My grandfather cut more turf in a day | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
Than any man on Toner's bog. Once I carried him milk in a bottle, | 0:11:02 | 0:11:05 | |
Corked sloppily with paper | 0:11:05 | 0:11:08 | |
He straightened up to drink it | 0:11:08 | 0:11:10 | |
Then fell to right away | 0:11:10 | 0:11:12 | |
Nicking and slicing neatly, heaving sods | 0:11:12 | 0:11:15 | |
Over his shoulder, going down and down | 0:11:15 | 0:11:18 | |
For the good turf. Digging. | 0:11:18 | 0:11:21 | |
But I've no spade to follow men like them. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:26 | |
Between my finger and my thumb | 0:11:26 | 0:11:29 | |
The squat pen rests. | 0:11:29 | 0:11:32 | |
I'll dig with it. | 0:11:32 | 0:11:35 | |
I guess the first place that I grew up... | 0:11:38 | 0:11:41 | |
We moved from it when I was about 13, 14, | 0:11:41 | 0:11:45 | |
and the image I sometimes have of the first life, | 0:11:45 | 0:11:50 | |
that stays on in the poetry as a memory bank, | 0:11:50 | 0:11:55 | |
is of the thing being hermetically sealed. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:58 | |
And then in my 20s, after ten years or so, it opened. | 0:11:58 | 0:12:03 | |
When you opened a hermetically sealed box of pipe tobacco | 0:12:03 | 0:12:07 | |
there was a little, "Kkkkrrr", | 0:12:07 | 0:12:10 | |
and there was a fragrance come up out of the slightly moist tobacco - | 0:12:10 | 0:12:15 | |
better than any smoking, really. | 0:12:15 | 0:12:18 | |
And I had this feeling that whatever happened to me in my 20s, | 0:12:18 | 0:12:22 | |
when I started to go back into that place, was like opening the seal | 0:12:22 | 0:12:28 | |
and the fragrance and the trustworthiness of it was there. | 0:12:28 | 0:12:32 | |
I still feel safe, imaginatively, if I'm on that ground. | 0:12:32 | 0:12:38 | |
Another poem, written much later, | 0:12:38 | 0:12:41 | |
remembers moments of intimacy with his mother. | 0:12:41 | 0:12:46 | |
When all the others were away at Mass | 0:12:46 | 0:12:49 | |
I was all hers as we peeled potatoes. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
They broke the silence, let fall one by one | 0:12:52 | 0:12:56 | |
Like solder weeping off the soldering iron: | 0:12:56 | 0:12:59 | |
Cold comforts set between us, things to share | 0:12:59 | 0:13:03 | |
Gleaming in a bucket of clean water. | 0:13:03 | 0:13:06 | |
And let fall again. Little pleasant splashes | 0:13:06 | 0:13:10 | |
From each other's work would bring us to our senses. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:14 | |
So while the parish priest at her bedside | 0:13:14 | 0:13:17 | |
Went hammer and tongs at the prayers for the dying | 0:13:17 | 0:13:21 | |
And some were responding and some crying | 0:13:21 | 0:13:25 | |
I remembered her head bent towards my head, | 0:13:25 | 0:13:29 | |
Her breath in mine, our fluent dipping knives - | 0:13:29 | 0:13:34 | |
Never closer the whole rest of our lives. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:40 | |
As a young man, Heaney met the Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh. | 0:13:40 | 0:13:45 | |
It was to be a turning point in his career as a writer. | 0:13:45 | 0:13:50 | |
He taught you the difference between parochialism and provincialism. | 0:13:50 | 0:13:55 | |
Provincialism was just not in your radar, but parochialism was. | 0:13:55 | 0:14:00 | |
That was a very good distinction he made. | 0:14:00 | 0:14:04 | |
He said, "All great civilisations are based on the parish." | 0:14:04 | 0:14:10 | |
And he said the provincial is always looking over its shoulder | 0:14:10 | 0:14:14 | |
to see what the metropolis is saying, sucking up to the thing out there. | 0:14:14 | 0:14:19 | |
I was very lucky to have Kavanagh, because he... | 0:14:19 | 0:14:23 | |
Without Kavanagh, the provincial thing would have been stronger. | 0:14:23 | 0:14:29 | |
Nobody lives in the parish entirely. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:32 | |
Everybody lives in many, many places. | 0:14:32 | 0:14:34 | |
But if you're writing, you live in the genre, in the medium. | 0:14:34 | 0:14:40 | |
I wasn't unaware of London, | 0:14:40 | 0:14:44 | |
but I was sure of Northern Ireland. | 0:14:44 | 0:14:47 | |
Robert Lowell said the poet is the conscious of a society. | 0:14:47 | 0:14:52 | |
You had to deal with the divide of a society. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:55 | |
How did you find your voice? | 0:14:55 | 0:14:58 | |
The voice was given to you by the division. | 0:14:58 | 0:15:02 | |
It was a stealthy voice, it spoke in codes. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
It was good training for verse or for poetry, | 0:15:05 | 0:15:09 | |
because words, they're depth charges, | 0:15:09 | 0:15:13 | |
just in vocabulary that elsewhere would be common and nondescript, like... | 0:15:13 | 0:15:20 | |
I think of the word "parish", for example. | 0:15:20 | 0:15:23 | |
In Northern Ireland, | 0:15:23 | 0:15:26 | |
Catholics talk about the parish. | 0:15:26 | 0:15:28 | |
Terrible language, this! Protestants wouldn't use it! | 0:15:28 | 0:15:34 | |
The ear, the voice, the posture within the speech community | 0:15:34 | 0:15:39 | |
and the whole community | 0:15:39 | 0:15:42 | |
was highly self-conscious and highly developed. | 0:15:42 | 0:15:48 | |
I think that is a kind of training | 0:15:48 | 0:15:51 | |
for the obliquity and stealth of literary utterance, in a way. | 0:15:51 | 0:15:56 | |
But we were very afraid of exploiting it. | 0:15:56 | 0:16:01 | |
We were afraid of exacerbating the division which produced the thing, | 0:16:01 | 0:16:07 | |
because we understood the fury and the devotion | 0:16:07 | 0:16:11 | |
to what was causing the bother on both sides - | 0:16:11 | 0:16:15 | |
Loyalist and Republican ideology, or the myth of belonging. | 0:16:15 | 0:16:20 | |
It was a way of trying to be just and true about the whole thing. | 0:16:20 | 0:16:25 | |
In the mid-60s, Heaney published Requiem For The Croppies, | 0:16:37 | 0:16:43 | |
which celebrated the Irish rebellion of 1798. | 0:16:43 | 0:16:48 | |
But as the Troubles began to tear Ulster apart, | 0:17:13 | 0:17:18 | |
Heaney found the meaning of the poem slipping beyond his control. | 0:17:18 | 0:17:23 | |
In the Ulster of the 1966, | 0:17:23 | 0:17:25 | |
that was making space for a set of just aspirations. | 0:17:25 | 0:17:31 | |
Now, | 0:17:31 | 0:17:33 | |
things change when that poem that I wrote about a historical moment | 0:17:33 | 0:17:38 | |
began to be used by, you know, basically Provo singing groups, | 0:17:38 | 0:17:46 | |
along with other rebel songs. | 0:17:46 | 0:17:49 | |
It became propaganda for the IRA. | 0:17:49 | 0:17:52 | |
And I stopped reading the poem. | 0:17:54 | 0:17:56 | |
I wasn't mealy-mouthed about it. The context changed. | 0:17:56 | 0:18:02 | |
It was perfectly in order to have a disposition | 0:18:02 | 0:18:06 | |
but not a propagandist's position. | 0:18:06 | 0:18:09 | |
It was extremely complicated, the whole thing, | 0:18:09 | 0:18:13 | |
and, er... | 0:18:13 | 0:18:16 | |
you were asking yourself, "Was this integrity or cowardice?" | 0:18:16 | 0:18:22 | |
Heaney wrote requiems for ordinary people caught up in the Troubles | 0:18:22 | 0:18:29 | |
or more subtle and indirect work, as in a remarkable series of poems | 0:18:29 | 0:18:34 | |
inspired by the discovery of corpses in the bogs of Jutland. | 0:18:34 | 0:18:40 | |
Here, Heaney found a mythic echo of sectarian murder and blood sacrifice. | 0:18:40 | 0:18:47 | |
Nobody's quite sure what happened to them, | 0:18:47 | 0:18:51 | |
but PV Glob, the archaeologist, | 0:18:51 | 0:18:53 | |
says he thinks they're fertility sacrifices. | 0:18:53 | 0:18:59 | |
They'd been in the peat so long they'd been transformed chemically, | 0:18:59 | 0:19:05 | |
but also... I mustn't change their genre or their species! | 0:19:05 | 0:19:09 | |
..They'd moved on from being a human trace to being an image of a human. | 0:19:09 | 0:19:16 | |
I found them entrancing. | 0:19:16 | 0:19:19 | |
As if he had been poured in tar, He lies on a pillow of turf | 0:19:19 | 0:19:25 | |
And seems to weep the black river of himself. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:29 | |
The grain of his wrists is like bog oak, | 0:19:29 | 0:19:33 | |
The ball of his heel like a basalt egg. | 0:19:33 | 0:19:36 | |
His instep has shrunk | 0:19:36 | 0:19:39 | |
Cold as a swan's foot or a wet swamp root. | 0:19:39 | 0:19:41 | |
His hips are the ridge and purse of a mussel. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:45 | |
His spine, an eel arrested under a glisten of mud. | 0:19:45 | 0:19:49 | |
The head lifts. | 0:19:49 | 0:19:52 | |
The chin is a visor, raised above the vent of his slashed throat | 0:19:52 | 0:19:56 | |
That has tanned and toughened. | 0:19:56 | 0:19:59 | |
The cured wound opens inwards to a dark, elderberry place. | 0:19:59 | 0:20:05 | |
I may, to tell you the truth, have interpreted them too much. | 0:20:09 | 0:20:13 | |
The poems too much afterwards. | 0:20:13 | 0:20:16 | |
You can do odd poems, and you know they're odd, but you can trust them. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:21 | |
But then you're asked about them in an interview | 0:20:21 | 0:20:25 | |
and you begin to shoehorn them in with other discourse. | 0:20:25 | 0:20:30 | |
And I began to talk about the relationship of the fertility sacrifice culture | 0:20:30 | 0:20:37 | |
to the culture of republicanism, of territorial religion, | 0:20:37 | 0:20:41 | |
whether it's Loyalist territory or Republican. | 0:20:41 | 0:20:45 | |
All that did was operative at the back of the head but I didn't mean them to be allegorical. | 0:20:45 | 0:20:52 | |
But they did link into Ireland in so far as there's plenty of bog, plenty of sorrow, plenty of corpse. | 0:20:52 | 0:20:59 | |
It was a way in all right. | 0:20:59 | 0:21:02 | |
But Heaney was happy to be swept up in the optimism of 1995, | 0:21:02 | 0:21:07 | |
when Bill Clinton visited Ireland and quoted from Heaney's version of "The Cure At Troy." | 0:21:07 | 0:21:14 | |
"What's left to say? | 0:21:14 | 0:21:17 | |
"Suspect too much sweet talk. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:21 | |
"But never close your mind. | 0:21:21 | 0:21:23 | |
"It was a fortunate wind that blew me here. | 0:21:23 | 0:21:28 | |
"I leave half ready to believe | 0:21:29 | 0:21:32 | |
"that a crippled trust might walk. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
"And the half true rhyme is love." | 0:21:35 | 0:21:40 | |
Thank you and God bless you all. | 0:21:40 | 0:21:43 | |
How did you feel about it? | 0:21:43 | 0:21:45 | |
I felt grand about it. Clinton did great work in the peace process. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:50 | |
He was in there. He wasn't just swank appearance. | 0:21:50 | 0:21:55 | |
He was ringing Stormont. He knew the people both sides of the house. | 0:21:55 | 0:22:01 | |
He also is capable of speaking poetry and, you know... | 0:22:01 | 0:22:06 | |
Somebody in charge of the world who can know a work of imagination from the inside, | 0:22:06 | 0:22:13 | |
apply it to the outside, do it freely, spontaneously. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:17 | |
We can think of a successor who has some difficulty in doing that. | 0:22:17 | 0:22:22 | |
In an increasingly secular age, do you think people turn to poetry when they can't go to Church, | 0:22:22 | 0:22:29 | |
because Church has no meaning for them? | 0:22:29 | 0:22:32 | |
Well...I-I think that...I do think that the word poet, and poetry, | 0:22:32 | 0:22:38 | |
still retains a certain archaic aura. | 0:22:38 | 0:22:40 | |
That's not self-deception just because I'm involved in it myself. | 0:22:40 | 0:22:46 | |
The people whom my mother would have called the common five-eighths, | 0:22:46 | 0:22:51 | |
if they hear the word "poetry", there's still a sense of stand back. | 0:22:51 | 0:22:56 | |
"Not for us." | 0:22:56 | 0:22:59 | |
There's that question, but I would say first of all it's almost a primal sense of difference. | 0:22:59 | 0:23:06 | |
-But then there is indeed a second -socioeconomic, educational thing. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:11 | |
A shyness in the face of it. | 0:23:11 | 0:23:13 | |
"It's not for us." And I have been poised myself between those two worlds forever. | 0:23:13 | 0:23:21 | |
And as a teacher and as a creature of the poetry world, | 0:23:21 | 0:23:26 | |
I've always tried to nego...mediate between the shy and the sublime. | 0:23:26 | 0:23:33 | |
When he was awarded the Nobel Prize for literature that same year, | 0:23:38 | 0:23:44 | |
Heaney used the occasion to hint at a new optimism. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:48 | |
You received the Nobel Laureate. | 0:23:49 | 0:23:52 | |
You said you wanted to make space for the marvellous as well as the murderers. | 0:23:52 | 0:23:59 | |
Do you think you have? | 0:23:59 | 0:24:01 | |
It's very difficult, VERY difficult, to, at this stage in our evolution as a species | 0:24:01 | 0:24:08 | |
and whatever's happening in the world, to give vent to gratitude. | 0:24:08 | 0:24:14 | |
One of the things about poetry, to put it this way, | 0:24:14 | 0:24:19 | |
is that you know poetry's happening if you have an element of celebration | 0:24:19 | 0:24:24 | |
that doesn't betray the facts. | 0:24:24 | 0:24:26 | |
That isn't loony, candyfloss blather. | 0:24:26 | 0:24:31 | |
That says, "This much we can celebrate. Given everything else, we can get through this far." | 0:24:31 | 0:24:38 | |
Do you feel a shift in the tectonic plates then in Ireland? | 0:24:38 | 0:24:43 | |
Is it emerging as a different kind of country now? | 0:24:43 | 0:24:48 | |
It certainly is a different kind of country now. | 0:24:48 | 0:24:52 | |
Whether it can stay that kind of country is another matter. | 0:24:52 | 0:24:57 | |
The difference has been quick. It's been brought on by happy economic circumstances. | 0:24:57 | 0:25:03 | |
It's been brought on by happy developments, | 0:25:03 | 0:25:07 | |
gradually happy developments in the Northern Ireland situation. | 0:25:07 | 0:25:12 | |
But, you know, supposing 350 corporate firms pull out, | 0:25:13 | 0:25:19 | |
supposing the American corporate Republican sector | 0:25:19 | 0:25:23 | |
so Ireland is not disaffected politically from the US. | 0:25:23 | 0:25:28 | |
Supposing TV showed protests against George Bush when he comes to Ireland. | 0:25:28 | 0:25:34 | |
These things are very fickle nowadays and it could go back to certainly a less prosperous society. | 0:25:34 | 0:25:41 | |
You'd not go back to the religious society that we had. | 0:25:41 | 0:25:45 | |
You'd not go back to the place where the individual conscience was... | 0:25:45 | 0:25:52 | |
was taken charge of by...by the teaching church. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:57 | |
You won't go back to the grief and terror, and benediction it has to be said, of the confessional. | 0:25:57 | 0:26:05 | |
That's all gone. | 0:26:05 | 0:26:07 | |
It is...I guess it is a new Ireland but I'm partly in the old one still. | 0:26:07 | 0:26:14 | |
-Do you think so? -Definitely. | 0:26:14 | 0:26:16 | |
The person I am was formed there. I went to a school run by priests. | 0:26:16 | 0:26:22 | |
I examined my conscience. I had a notion of sin. | 0:26:22 | 0:26:26 | |
Uh...all those traces are in me still. | 0:26:26 | 0:26:30 | |
I mean, just as people who were on rationing during in the war | 0:26:30 | 0:26:35 | |
can't quite believe in a basket of fruit, you know? | 0:26:35 | 0:26:39 | |
When you see the freedoms and you see the pleasures being enjoyed, | 0:26:39 | 0:26:46 | |
that's a very good thing, but, um... | 0:26:46 | 0:26:51 | |
I also like an odd mixture of fear. | 0:26:51 | 0:26:54 | |
I belong to the old Ireland also in the sense that if I go out to the west or to Donegal | 0:26:59 | 0:27:05 | |
or to Kerry and see an empty space on the mountainside, | 0:27:05 | 0:27:10 | |
I sort of feel at home. | 0:27:10 | 0:27:13 | |
And some time make the time | 0:27:17 | 0:27:20 | |
To drive out west into County Clare, along the Flaggy Shore | 0:27:20 | 0:27:24 | |
In September or October, when the wind and the light are working off each other | 0:27:24 | 0:27:29 | |
So that the ocean on one side is wild with foam and glitter, | 0:27:29 | 0:27:34 | |
And inland among stones, the surface of a slate-grey lake is lit | 0:27:34 | 0:27:39 | |
By the earthed lightening of flock of swans. | 0:27:39 | 0:27:42 | |
Useless to think you'll park and capture it more thoroughly. | 0:27:42 | 0:27:47 | |
You are neither here nor there. | 0:27:47 | 0:27:50 | |
A hurry through which known and strange things pass, | 0:27:50 | 0:27:54 | |
As big soft buffetings come at the car sideways | 0:27:54 | 0:27:58 | |
And catch the heart off guard and blow it open. | 0:27:58 | 0:28:03 | |
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