Patrick Kavanagh was born in Inniskeen, County Monaghan in 1904. The son of a farmer and cobbler, Kavanagh left school at the age of 13 to become an apprentice cobbler as well as help his father work the land. As shoe-making became less and less relevant with the opening of shoe shops and factories, the Kavanagh family focused exclusively on farming, expanding their land to 25 acres. Much of the work fell to Patrick and his brother but, when Patrick was 25, his father died and his younger brother went to Dublin to train to be a teacher. This meant Patrick remained on the farm with his mother, running the family business.
Despite his leaving school at a young age, Kavanagh, in the few spare minutes he got from running the farm, read and wrote poetry. In 1928, the year before his father died, he had his first poem published in the Irish Independent Weekly but it was his connection with George Russel, who published some of Kavanagh’s work in the Irish Statesman, that really catapulted Kavanagh from his rural home in Monaghan into the literary circles in Dublin and, later, London.
In 1931, Kavanagh walked the sixty miles or so from his home in Inniskeen to Dublin to meet George Russell and left with an armful of books as well as support and encouragement to continue on his poetic enterprise. It is this six or seven year time period where Kavanagh is described as a farmer by day and poet by night. He continued to work the family farm while spending the evenings writing his poetry and eventually, in 1936, had his first collection of poetry published by a London publisher.
This first collection of poetry saw Kavanagh often patronised as a country or peasant poet. While he was keen to show the realities of rural life in contrast to lots of other poetry common at the time that idealised country life, he also recognised that the peasant quality of both him and his work was what attracted some audiences to his work. It is in this first collection that we begin to see the theme of the difference between the “half-talk code” of farming people in Inniskeen and the ‘solemn talk’ of serious poetry and poetry people, emerge.
In her introduction to his collected works, Antoinette Quinn says that “In 1936, Kavanagh was still a full time farmer, hopeful that some rich Dubin person would pluck him from the fields. When this failed to happen, he decided to try his luck in London.” In 1937, in London, Kavanagh was commissioned to write his autobiography, which he completed in a matter of months. It was called ‘The Green Fool’ and, although Kavanagh later came to hate it because he thought it amplified the stereotypes and peasant quality of rural life, it was very well received and announced Kavanagh on the literary stage in both London and Dublin.
Disaster soon struck however. Someone mentioned in the autobiography, Oliver St John Gogarty – an Irish poet and former free-state senator, sued the publisher for libel for a throwaway remark made by Kavanagh about him. When referring to a visit to Gogarty’s home, Kavanagh wrote "I mistook Gogarty's white-robed maid for his wife or his mistress; I expected every poet to have a spare wife." Gogarty, who had taken offence at the close coupling of the words "wife" and "mistress", was awarded £100 in damages and the book wasn’t republished for another 30 years in 1967, the year Kavanagh died.
So penniless, and with another collection of poetry being rejected by various publishers as well as the publisher of The Green Fool arguing that Kavanagh owed him money on account of the successful libel, Kavanagh couldn’t afford to stay on in London and returned to Ireland. Rather than returning to Monaghan, Kavanagh stayed with his brother in Dublin and attempted to get work as a journalist as well as working on his poetry. He was determined to abandon farming altogether and focus solely on writing but his arrival in Dublin coincided with the outbreak of World War Two. Ireland’s position of neutrality made Ireland and its literary scene outsiders to the literary community at large and there was no appetite for Irish writing at this time amongst audiences in the UK and America.
Kavanagh struggled in the years that followed to hold down jobs as well as to find publishers for his poetry. Although he was a prolific writer, turning out hundreds of poems, Antoinette Quinn writes that Kavanagh at this stage “still had no sense of direction, was unable to distinguish between the good and bad among his own verses and asked advice of almost everyone he knew.” She goes on to add that Kavanagh was “a hit and miss writer, occasionally turning out a fine lyric”.
This time spent in Dublin was also spent socialising with many poets of the time as well as a variety of writers and intellectuals. Much of this interaction only served to make him more aware of his own lack of education, having left school so early and it is in these years that he begins to develop issues around alcohol. In these years he felt that he was an outsider in the city and lived a hand-to-mouth existence, working variously as a film critic, columnist, editor and contributor to various literary publications.
In 1942, disillusioned with the relationship with the Irish state and the Catholic Church, Kavanagh wrote the poem ‘The Great Hunger’ which was controversial not just because it involved criticism of the Church but also detailed descriptions of the reality of the bachelor farmer’s life in Ireland, not a romanticized version of country life. While it was controversial and received with hostility in certain quarters, it was celebrated by many of Kavanagh’s fellow writers and recognised as a remarkable literary achievement. With the publication of The Great hunger and the death of WB Yeats three years earlier, Patrick Kavanagh was announcing himself as one of the preeminent poets in Ireland at this time.
It was not to be sustained however and despite successes including some well received poems and another autobiographical novel, Tarry Flynn, in 1948, Kavanagh struggled to establish himself with regular collections of work.
Throughout the 1940s and 50s Kavanagh had occasional gems but struggled to both keep jobs and stay sober. He became known around Dublin as a character and was liable to insult any adults who assumed familiarity with him. Towards children, he was reputed to be kind and affable, telling them stories and giving them sweets. This sense of Kavanagh as outsider or misfit amongst Dublin’s writerly class was emphasised by the way he dressed and carried himself. Antoinette Quinn says “To those he befriended, he was an entertaining and endearing man; to those he deliberately alienated, a monster.”
Through these years drinking and writing columns, Kavanagh made many enemies around Dublin and was constantly attacking what he saw as the complacent and self-congratulatory sense of Ireland’s own cultural importance. He despised the talk in the pubs of literature and saw it as a replacement of the actual work of writing. He lashed out at the church, the state, Fianna Fail and the Irish middle classes and the previous poetic establishment, headed by Yeats. Kavanagh himself was attacked in a column in 1952 in a Dublin magazine. He sued, was unsuccessful, appealed and was eventually successful but he was humiliated during the trial and it took a lot out of him.
In 1955 Kavanagh was diagnosed with lung cancer. He underwent surgery, made a recovery and had a sort of spiritual renewal. There are a number of poems from this period on the course, including his ‘canal poems’ and ‘A Christmas Childhood. A number of poems from this period were also published in his 1960 collection ‘Come Dance with Kitty Stobling’.
After this collection and for the remaining years of Kavanagh’s life he still hoped he would reign in his drinking and his gambling but, unfortunately, he never did. The more he drank, thanks to regular work for the Farmer’s journal and the RTE Guide, the more his poetic output shrank. And in these years too, as he was recognised for the skill and innovation of many of his earlier works, he was constantly compared to WB Yeats whom he had a very complex relationship with.
The Ireland of WB Yeats was the protestant, middle upper class Ireland that viewed the peasant as magical and mythical, reducing the farming classes to simple stereotypes in an idealised, romanticised version of rural life. Kavangh, who was representative of that Catholic, Irish peasant railed against this characterisation and, although at the beginning, it was precisely this characterisation that got him admitted to literary circles, he rejected it throughout much of his poetry – primarily in The Great Hunger and was determined to show how the Irish farming class were treated by the government of the day and the catholic church – likening their lives to that of prisoners – Patrick Maguire in The great Hunger is imprisoned by the land, the church and his mother.
At the very end of his life, Kavanagh began to enjoy the recognition he sought throughout his life. His Collected Poems has been published, as well as reissues of Tarry Flynn and a stage adaptation of the same book. He was even awarded a British Arts Council Award in 1967 in recognition of his work and was almost as well known in Britain as in Dublin. In Ireland, however, he received no state acknowledgement, no financial assistance, no state pension. The lack of recognition from the state, a state that he had attacked in print mercilessly for years for what he saw as neglect and hypocrisy as well as collusion with the Catholic Church, was somewhat balanced out by the reputation he had among his fellow writers and a new generation of students and poets as Ireland’s leading poet.
Kavanagh died in Dublin in 1967 and was buried in Inniskeen. Perhaps vindicating someone who had struggled with insecurity and self-confidence his whole adult life, that same year, a few months before his death, his work was added to the Leaving Cert Curriculum and has been there ever since.