What you possibly didn't know about Patrick, that he :
* was born Patrick Joseph in Worthing, Sussex in 1931, the son of mother, Agnes O' Keefe and father, Ted, initially an Edinburgh medical student who switched to free-lance journalism and sketches and lyrics for the stage, whose family hailed from County Carlow, who he recalled : 'was born in New Zealand and brought me up to be more Irish than the Irish' and in addition was 'Catholic. And the sense that gives you of being in a minority remains with you all your life' reinforced, at the age of six, by attending a girls' convent school in Barnes, where he remained until he was 8 and learnt to “take for granted the love and forgiveness of women more than life itself; they were life itself.'


* when the BBC moved facilities to North Wales, was relocated with his family in a house which looked out across the Menai Straits to Anglesey and recalled, following the bombing of Bristol, "the house next door being on fire and hoses being played against the outside wall to stop them cracking, while my father sat writing."



* now followed his own work schedule, read Cecil Day Lewis and Jean-Paul Sartre in his room, learned French from the cleaning maids and having decided that he might want to go to University, took and passed the Higher Certificate.

* at the age of 18, moved to Paris where he took a job reading the news for the English Section of 'Radiodiffusion Française', met the jazz musician Charlie Parker, enrolled in a drama school run by René Simon, a retired Comédie Française actor, but in 1950, was called back to Britain to do his National Service, then on the outbreak of the Korean War, as a Second Lieutenant, volunteered to go to the East, transferring to the Royal Ulster Rifles who were on standby duty and left Liverpool with a copy of Joyce's 'Ulysses' to pass the eight-week voyage.


* after staying on at Oxford for an M.A, in 1954, accepted a job at the British Institute in Barcelona, where he combined teaching and writing and was struck by the practice by young prostitutes in the lodgings in which he was staying, of saying the prayers of the Rosary to find husbands to take them away from the life.

* after his return to Britain, saw the devastation of Sally, followed in 1958, by the death of his much-loved father and made death and loss and the pain both of memory and forgetting, the dominant themes of his work in the years that followed and evoked her loss in his 'Dedication Poem' in first volume of poetry published in 1959, 'One and One' :
'Curled in your night-dress on the beach,
Corn-yellow ghost, pale with sleep'
* turning to acting, began a career in films and television and in 1962 at the age of 31 played 'Mike' in 'Masters of Venus', a crew member in a spaceship which encountered a race of beings suspected as descended from the lost city of Atlantis : https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iCunvkWKji0&t=3m54s
* moved to Gloucestershire in 1963 with the translator Catherine Ward,
'I would if I could write new words for women
Because of you'
who he married two years later, living :
'By a lake,
Not even the Green Dragon locals know is here'
* lived near Elkstone, a village halfway between Cheltenham and Cirencester where, in a whitewashed room of a tiny ruined cottage, a short walk from the house, he sat at a table without a telephone, wrote from ten to six, then spent an hour in the village pub, 'The Green Dragon' at Cockleford.
* had published as 'P.J. Kavanagh' in deference to the celebrated Irish poet Patrick Kavanagh who he had sought out on a visit to Ireland only to be told : "Why don't you change your feckin name ?" and it under this name that in the



'A scatter of frozen
Bokhara roses . . .
And then the blur of snow. Time to be gone.'
and also included 'Lines For My Father' addressed to Ted :
'Were you happy ever? Do you still snort at such questions?
When you stared at the wall when you died, what did you see?'
* in 1968, his 'A Song and Dance', the first of four novels for adults, won the 'Guardian Fiction Prize' and in 1970 published 'About Time', a sequence of ten poems dedicated to his father with 'One' recalling :
Was that his genuine smile went first'
and
'He was right, he was wrong,
He was weak,
He was strong'

* in 1973 narrated a six part tv documentary, taking a country walk through six parts of Britain, 'Journey Through Summer' and in 1974 after 23 years, followed in his father's footsteps as Roy Plomley's 'Castaway' on 'Desert Island Discs', chose Bach's 'Partita for solo violin No 2 in D Minor' as his favourite track and the 'Collected Poems of Edward Thomas' as his book and a 'pair of shoes as his luxury'.

'There must be doubt in heaven, to accommodate him
And others we listen for daily, who were human,
Snuffing and puzzling, which is why we listen.'
* subsidised his poetry, including 'Life Before Death' in 1979, by his journalism writing for the 'Daily Telegraph Magazine', whose editor, John Anstey commissioned him to write from around the world and recalled : "Nobody could stand him. I loved him. He once rang up and said, 'I enjoyed your piece so much – may I raise your fee?'"
* in 1981 had one of his two children’s books, his 1978 'Scarf Jack', adapted and serialised by Southern Television on a low budget, based on American Western theme with pistol fights and scenes set in bars, wagons and the outdoors and saw it enjoy early popularity only to be cancelled after one season.
* in the 1980s presented Radio 4’s 'Poetry Please!' and observed that : “A surprising number of requests come from people who have read little or no poetry since they left school” and in 1982 edited the 'Collected Poems of Ivor Gurney' whose work he admired and publicized and in 1985, edited The Bodley Head 'G K Chesterton' and in the same year with his friend, the poet James Michie, with whom he enjoyed walking holidays along the Severn, edited the much-admired 'Oxford Book of Short Poems' while at the same time writing column in 'Life and Letters' for 'The Spectator' which he continued until 1996.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUec3lL3Oc8&t=2m43s and
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nUec3lL3Oc8&t=14m52s
* in 1993 at the age of 62 was awarded the Society of Authors’ 'Cholmondeley Award for Poetry' following the publication of his 'Collected Poems' and the following year published 'Voices in Ireland: A Traveller’s Literary Companion', having already used his Irish ancestry in his 1990 travel book, 'Finding Connections' and declared in 'The Perfect Stranger' in 1966 that 'my blood on both sides of my family is Irish as far back as anybody can be bothered to trace.'
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JdpOI3kfdCg&t=3m12s

* in 2004 recorded 'Something About', 'A poem set in Dublin, St Stephen's Green' in the Audio Workshop in London :
http://www.poetryarchive.org/poet/pj-Kavanagh
* in 1992 the year in which his 'Collected Poems' was published also selected and edited 'A Book of Consolations' and compiled the anthology under nine headings :
Love, Christianity, Human Solidarity, Personal Faith, Defiance, Comedy, Pleasures, Age, and Lament
and addressed the question which he spent his life trying to answer :
'How can we cope with being in this world?'
This Tuesday afternoon (September 10, 2016) I sat in Cheltenham's tree-lined Promenade and remembered the first time I met P.J. Kavanagh. It must have been 1973 or '74 when he was director of Cheltenham Literary Festival. He was puzzled that any small magazine should want to interview him. His modesty belied the fact that his poetry was much read and quoted while his unforgettable autobiography, The Perfect Stranger, was in paperback at last.
ReplyDeleteWe met in Cheltenham's town hall and went for coffee in a baker's shop in the Promenade; today I sat under the big trees and tried to work out exactly where that bakery was, but Cheltenham's shops have all been poshed up since the early Seventies.
I do remember catching the Cirencester bus with Patrick and getting off at a tree-shaded spot where his beautiful wife and their small sons were waiting in a car.
During the bus journey he spoke of the novel he was then writing, People And Weather. He said he didn't want to see the world just as a broken place, bandaged and bleeding; the man in his narrative wanted to reach out and embrace the Gloucestershire countryside to which he had come, not in any kind of escape, but in order to confront reality.
When I finally read People And Weather I was struck, as Robert Nye said in his Guardian review, by P.J. Kavanagh's eye for the countryside and its wildlife. The Scottish wildlife writer Jim Crumley has Kavanagh's genius when it comes to an exactitude of observation that goes way beyond the merely descriptive; both writers are embedded in the often violent drama of nature. They take the reader with them.
In his poems and in two volumes of journals, Kavanagh celebrated those who had gone before him on that strange and at times lonely journey. Margiad Evans, Edward Thomas, Ivor Gurney and Richard Jeffries who, at times, all remind me of the stubbornly observant protagonist of People And Weather.
P.J. Kavanagh lived near Elkstone and here it was that Margiad Evans lived. He had a major hand in getting her writing in print again through Calder the publishers. But it is as a poet of the very first rank that he will be read, now, and one hundred years from now. In spite of the fact that he read superbly, P.J. Kavanagh was reluctant to give readings. I remember the hush that fell over the audience when he finished reading his poem Edward Thomas in Heaven. There's an audience for poetry as wonderful as this. He would tell his audience how long the poem was; he felt people needed more help with poetry than they got; it was always startling to hear how witty many of the poems are when spoken aloud, for this poet could be as funny as he was tender. Everyone who reads A Perfect Stranger remains haunted by the book. Fewer turn to his other personal prose work, Finding Connections, which took the poet to Australia and returns to his unfinished theme, 'trying to make sense of what remains of my life' after the sudden death of his first wife Sally.
Kavanagh's two novels for children, Scarf Jack and A Rebel For Life, turn on his interest in Irish history. I am sure he wrote them with his sons in mind. Has any English poet written so well about children? He loved his sons and that love was apparent on the day we met, over forty years ago.
Jack Haggerty, Glasgow.
Just today a last memory of PJ Kavanagh came back to me.
ReplyDeleteHe was director of Cheltenham's Literary Festival. He said he wanted to invite writers who believed in God or had some spiritual life that was evident in their work.
I suggested Graham Greene but he said the famous novelist would never come. I then suggested William Golding and PJ said he had already written to him.
He had been in touch with Kingsley Amis who would talk at the festival about GK Chesterton. Kavanagh had asked Amis, who was an atheist, how he would approach Chesterton's Christianity. Amis had replied, somewhat fiercely, 'Rationally.'
I now wish I had suggested writers such as Monica Furlong and Rosemary Haughton; there were also a number of contemporary poets with a profound interest in Christianity - K Raine, a woman of profound faith, being one. She had a tortured friendship with Gavin Maxwell.
The first time we met I asked PJ Kavanagh about his own faith. He spoke for a few moments about Christianity and then said, 'That's enough about that.'
On our second interview I raised the subject again.
He said: 'There is only a small rock on which my faith rests and I don't want to look down and find that it isn't there.'
I wish now I had suggested reading some sound systematic theology such as Louis Berkoff's A Summary of Christian Doctrine.
John Calvin said we should speak of those things which the Scriptures speak about and remain silent on those things on which the Scriptures are silent.
PJ's faith was private.
J Haggerty
Erratum.
ReplyDeleteA Summary of Christian Doctrine was written by Louis Berkhof. It was first published in 1960 and was republished in 2009 by the Banner of Truth.
While I am doubtful if PJ Kavanagh would have enjoyed this kind of theology, it should be said that Berkhof's work of just 166 pages is unequalled as a popular handbook of Christian doctrine.
Berkhof died in 1957 after having attained world-wide fame as a systematic theologian.
John Haggerty, Glasgow, Scotland.