Irish Playwrights: Search/Destroy

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Synge - the worst kind of paddywhackery

Yeats - interesting plays, best conceived of as hermetic ceremonies rather than entertainment

O'Casey - that whole mixing tragedy and comedy thing doesn't work that well, the way he does it.

Boucicault - he is THE MAN, i.e. Ireland's greatest ever playwright.

Alex Johnson - Ireland's greatest living playwright

my old friend and quaffing partner Gavin Kostick - the Flesh Addict and the Crime & Punishment one spring to mind as deserving a wider audience.

any others?

DV (dirtyvicar), Friday, 9 April 2004 11:17 (twenty-one years ago)

Farqhar is gorgeous.

Baravelli. (Jake Proudlock), Friday, 9 April 2004 11:28 (twenty-one years ago)

"da" by hugh leonard is a great irish play. but hugh leonard is a pompous oaf.

weasel diesel (K1l14n), Friday, 9 April 2004 11:40 (twenty-one years ago)

IRISH PEOPLE ARE FAGGOTS
-- Lil' Fancy Kpants (william...), April 9th, 2004

does this answer your question?

weasel diesel (K1l14n), Friday, 9 April 2004 11:41 (twenty-one years ago)

Jaysus.

DV (dirtyvicar), Friday, 9 April 2004 11:43 (twenty-one years ago)

beckett?
beckett is by far my favourite playwright regardless of nationality

robin (robin), Friday, 9 April 2004 12:15 (twenty-one years ago)

Synge - the worst kind of paddywhackery

No theatre rockism plz

fcussen (Burger), Friday, 9 April 2004 13:46 (twenty-one years ago)

Mariana Carr! Its still a while away, but "Portia Coughlan" will be on at the Peacock theatre: http://www.abbeytheatre.ie/abbey100/displayPlayIreland.asp?id=22
Total destruction!

Conor (Conor), Friday, 9 April 2004 13:55 (twenty-one years ago)

It's all the keening and lamenting I'll be doing, I'm thinking, Vicar, and you after calling Synge the worst paddywhacker this side of the Western States. And me after warning you the moon's day that is only lately gone never to be talking about him the way you're saying the things you are above.

the finefox, Friday, 9 April 2004 14:15 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.lse.ac.uk/library/archive/gutoho/images/gbs1b.jpg

jazz odysseus, Friday, 9 April 2004 15:11 (twenty-one years ago)

Beckett - I knew I'd forgotten one of the good ones.

No one has ever described Marina Carr to me in a way that makes her sound any good.

What do people think of Brian Friel? If nothing else he is probably the richest living Irish playwright.

I liked the two Paul Mercier plays I saw ("Studs" and a play about Dublin whose name I don't remember).

DV (dirtyvicar), Friday, 9 April 2004 17:31 (twenty-one years ago)

i want to hear dv's opnion of martin mcdonagh

g--ff (gcannon), Friday, 9 April 2004 17:36 (twenty-one years ago)

i) Martin McDonagh is not an Irish playwright.

ii) He represents an even worse kind of paddywhackery than Synge.

iii) Just to make things completely clear, he is NO GOOD whatsoever.

DV (dirtyvicar), Friday, 9 April 2004 17:44 (twenty-one years ago)

Search O. Wilde

Anyone who naysays is a funhata

de, Friday, 9 April 2004 17:45 (twenty-one years ago)

It's Friel is the richest in gold pennies, I'm thinking, but a tramp himself can be richer in his dreams on the hillside when the sun is raising its mantle over the glen and the badgers themselves are after wending home through the slippy dew for the morning.

the finefox, Saturday, 10 April 2004 07:58 (twenty-one years ago)

I think Philedelphia Here I Come is an excellent play.

Ronan (Ronan), Saturday, 10 April 2004 12:14 (twenty-one years ago)

If it's Philadelphia in the Western States you're going, Ronan mavourneen, it's you will be having the fine times and the dancing with the colleens in the bars they do be having under the stone pavements, while I'm watching the sun set over the grey bay and thinking betimes the corncrake's bitter cry is because it's his heart itself is after asking for your return.

the finefox, Saturday, 10 April 2004 15:26 (twenty-one years ago)

other irish (or at least anglo-irish playwrights)

William Congreve
Richard Brinsley Sheridan

true fact: almost every single English Playwright whose works form the repertory of a modern theatre company has been Irish or partly irish.

why is that?

(PS big up Oscar. though i'm in favour of his essays more than his plays...)

Robbie Lumsden (Wallace Stevens HQ), Sunday, 11 April 2004 10:23 (twenty-one years ago)

Are you saying there's something wrong with the colleens? Why shouldn't Ronan be dancing with them? Do they only do jigs or something? I'm sure Ronan could get jiggy with them.

...in bed. (Chris Piuma), Sunday, 11 April 2004 10:34 (twenty-one years ago)

Can we get an exemption for John Arden, at this point shouldn't he be considered honorarily Irish? Because then I'd have him at #3 or #4. D'arcy, though: no, although I think most of the hate for her is sexism pure and simple.

Flann O'Brien wrote a couple of plays, I have a Penguin edition with them in there. They were okay, but not like the prose.

Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Sunday, 11 April 2004 12:09 (twenty-one years ago)

It's a terrible queer Penguin edition you're owning, I'm thinking, and it with poor Myles's plays in it. I been to the seven ends of the rock and never seen the Penguin the like of that one.

the finefox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 13:38 (twenty-one years ago)

Inbed, amn't I already after saying it's Ronan will be having the fine times under the grey pavements of Philadelphiay there? And it's I will be keening and watching the line of the sea for a sail and it bearing him back to me, all the while he's jigging and chawing the rag and tipping the poteen down his hot gullet.

the finefox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 13:45 (twenty-one years ago)

http://www.studio-books.com/flannob.gif
maybe it's not after being a penguin eddytion after all. here i was just running me scone-hole, blathering on about things I did never understand fully. me brother, on t'other hand, oh a fine one he is for the book-publishing trivia THAT one....

Begs2Differ (Begs2Differ), Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:17 (twenty-one years ago)

THIRST, now there is the play, if you follow me, there is ... the play ... that will turn the head of Uncle O'Rahilly and... certain other Cork thooleramawns before Sunday is out.

the gopfox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:31 (twenty-one years ago)

But lookit, FAUSTUS KELLY, now - do you mind this one: it will make the Abbey hotter than hell on a Friday when certain misfortunate parties and their mopsies to a manjack implicated in the affair of the thing start to shuffle in the silly aisles till the chisler that's selling the ice creams takes for the flats and heads for the hills, machree.

the gopfox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:42 (twenty-one years ago)

I detest all bloody vulgarity.

Patrick Kavanagh, Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:42 (twenty-one years ago)

All this bloody yap about father and son and all this sentimental rubbish about homeland and birthplace -- yap! Bloody yap! Impernanence - anonymity-- that's what I'm looking for; a vast restless place that doesn't give a damn about the past. To hell with Ballybeg, that's what I say!

Garonan (Ronan), Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:46 (twenty-one years ago)

an early brian friel play, revived, has stayed with me. it is called the lovers. they sit on a hill.

N. (nickdastoor), Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:50 (twenty-one years ago)

what's wrong with Billy Roche?

N. (nickdastoor), Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:51 (twenty-one years ago)

Is it to hell with Ballybeg you're after saying, and you just out of a Gort moneen?

the finefox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:52 (twenty-one years ago)

O but you took a preab out of me there. It's these two days I'm wondering when you'd show your sonsy face here, acoolsha, and you wandering the easy threads downhill like a spalpeen.

the finefox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 17:55 (twenty-one years ago)

Is leor nod don eolach?

Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 11 April 2004 18:32 (twenty-one years ago)

I don't hold with the lads like you that do be speaking the German.

the gopfox, Sunday, 11 April 2004 19:34 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm after speaking Irish to you in ainm de!!

Ronan (Ronan), Sunday, 11 April 2004 23:44 (twenty-one years ago)

I definitely need to get around to reading The Third Policeman. It's now sitting there on my shelf.

Ned Raggett (Ned), Sunday, 11 April 2004 23:45 (twenty-one years ago)

Very guttural languages the pair of them the Irish and the German.

the finefox, Monday, 12 April 2004 08:16 (twenty-one years ago)

Ned, musha, is it you is thinking The Third Polisman is a play? Now that... buik is what we call... a ... a NOVEL. You've to take it in the back when the sun is away and the stars be shining and it's a waxy candle only that burns above, and it's in the dark by the silver stars you've to read it ... by yourself. With no other soul in the room or on the cold hill in the miles of you when it's the seabirds themselves that sound as far as they're lonely.

the finefox, Monday, 12 April 2004 08:22 (twenty-one years ago)

All this saints-preserve-us begorrah is probably why Shaw and Wilde decided it was better graft to take the piss out of the English.

suzy (suzy), Monday, 12 April 2004 08:32 (twenty-one years ago)

It's you is taking the piss out of the English, I'm thinking, all wind and onions like a tanyard cat.

the finefox, Monday, 12 April 2004 08:34 (twenty-one years ago)

I wish this the pinefox would die, and be replaced by new one. Or possibly an old one again.

Andrew Farrell (afarrell), Monday, 12 April 2004 08:55 (twenty-one years ago)

The cock crew

The sky was blue:

The bells in heaven

Were striking eleven.

Tis time for this pinefox

To go to heaven.

the finefox, Monday, 12 April 2004 10:06 (twenty-one years ago)

1.

Maybe in his own fashion Wilde was wittier than any of the others. His dialogue is hilarious off the page as well as on the stage. And it's the brand of wit that takes you somewhere (perhaps all wit does this; is it part of the job description?). Somewhere in those aphorisms and epigrams is a ... serious demolition of gender as we know it, or as someone knew it; of truth ditto; and of course, here's the rub, of seriousness. One of the hardest points to get straight, to get bent right, about Wilde is that his most serious ideas involved an assualt on seriousness, a rejection of seriousness. Yet their frivolity has an intensity beyond the frivolous, and beyond much of the serious.

To talk of OW's Ideas may be misleading. JtN once admonished me for overvaluing Wilde as if her were a thinker, when all the Ideas were in Nietzsche. True, maybe, if truth matters here. But I recall my reply: that OW had put such material into circulation, into play, in something of the way that... that Dylan did with Ginsberg (bad example?)?. That Morrissey did with ... with Warhol or Shelagh Delaney? (No, the examples hardly work.) That Morrissey did with Wilde?

And there is a cucumber slice of one literature's vocations.

the wildefox, Wednesday, 14 April 2004 18:07 (twenty-one years ago)

Wilde is a thinker is completely fascinating. To criticise as being derivitive of Nietzsche seems short sighted, when his work is rather a reaction to ideas that were in circulation in Victorian England by such pre-Nietzschean writers as Walter Pater and Matthew Arnold.

and his jokes are better than Friedrich's...

Robbie Lumsden (Wallace Stevens HQ), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 18:11 (twenty-one years ago)

Meine Witze sind lustig!!!!

Fred Nietsche (Hereward), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 21:20 (twenty-one years ago)

wilde is insufferably smug, I found at my own worry earlier this month.

cozen (Cozen), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 21:52 (twenty-one years ago)

I suffer him gladly 'cause he's funny and 'cause he paid for it all in the end. Standing hatless in the rain waiting to be taken to prison, Wilde is said to have remarked, "If this is the way Her Majesty treats her prisoners, she doesn't deserve to have any."

Michael White (Hereward), Wednesday, 14 April 2004 22:10 (twenty-one years ago)

2.

Boucicault the Vicar reckons the greatest ever. It is nice for such a name to get a fresh airing. I have, alas, in truth, never seen The Colleen Bawn. I would like to know, some day, why the Vicar rates it (or some other plays?) so highly.

But Boucicault will always be somewhere at the back of my canonical school photograph of dramatic history: for without him I guess that the greatest blackhatted clown of them all might never have found his name; though he would have found another; he did that easily enough.

Has anyone read Gerald Griffin's The Collegians (1829), I wonder?

the mylesfox, Thursday, 15 April 2004 11:10 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm not sure I agree that O'Casey's brand of humour and tragedy does not mix, Vicar. I've seen productions of Juno and the Paycock where the actors get it just right and you realise at the end that all along you've been laughing at a couple of utter fools. You become uncomfortable with the fact that you ever found them funny, because not only are they falling into nothing, they're dragging everyone else down with them. Which, I think, is the point of O'Casey.

Just thought I'd big him up a bit. I've always liked him.

accentmonkey (accentmonkey), Thursday, 15 April 2004 14:47 (twenty-one years ago)

It's funny how the Vicar said 'the way he does it'.

the finefox, Thursday, 15 April 2004 15:02 (twenty-one years ago)

yeah, I like o'casey too.

'death is my portion now; till the silver cord be loosened and golden bowl be broken... a poet and a poltroon, a poltroon and a poet,' an' all that.

cozen (Cozen), Thursday, 15 April 2004 16:01 (twenty-one years ago)

3.

Of Shaw I am less... sure than Wilde; I know his work not so well. He wrote much; too much? - well, does it matter? His Prefaces are fine, bold, energetic, voluminous. He was a man of Ideas, who tried putting Ideas on the stage: that may have been a flaw, with Shaw, but the flaw may be with us, if we don't want Ideas bumping into each other and the furniture. There are criticisms one might make of his dramatic forms - his adherence to a kind of Naturalism, essentially; though Brecht wrote an early piece (early 1920s?) called, I think, 'Three Cheers For Shaw'. Whether Shaw wrote good 'characters' I don't feel able to judge right now. Yet he saw the theatre as a place to take things on - issues, problems, movements, follies; he is maybe, whatever his limits, among the most imposing models available for political drama from within a British-Isles canon.

Sidelight on Shaw: a music critic earlier in life, he seems to have believed that his dialogue had a kind of musicality. This seems odd, but he ought to know, better than I. Tra, la.

Some say that Saint Joan is the one, the work with which he achieved at last a Shakespearean epic scale. I had forgotten till now his agon with Shakespeare: amusing, all that bardolatry, that bid to match the best. I like Shaw for that.

Cranky, homespun yet mechanical, a Heath-Robinson mind (Yeats' anecdote may bear repeating: GBS came to him in a dream, as "a sewing machine that smiled always"), a wouldbe practical man who'd invent new allaphbeds and banish bits of punctuation. I am touched when I think of the fund that was set up after his death to reform English; and of the Penguin version of Androcles and the Lion that it produced.

Whatever political misjudgments he may have committed, let us give him credit for one thing: his attitudes on gender seem to have been progressive, all rational dress and equality. In that strange bumptious hardheaded softheaded way, he really may have been an effective friend of feminism.

I could be wrong in some of this: I know him not quite well enough. But let me add that he had wit: look at the old letters to young inquirers framed on the wall of his house in ... Synge Street, and chuckle.

the shawfox, Thursday, 15 April 2004 16:10 (twenty-one years ago)

I'm not sure I agree that O'Casey's brand of humour and tragedy does not mix, Vicar. I've seen productions of Juno and the Paycock where the actors get it just right and you realise at the end that all along you've been laughing at a couple of utter fools. You become uncomfortable with the fact that you ever found them funny, because not only are they falling into nothing, they're dragging everyone else down with them. Which, I think, is the point of O'Casey.

it's possibly the production I saw. It went really overboard on the funny stuff, to the extent that the sad stuff had an air of "hey... what's that all about?" to it.

DV (dirtyvicar), Sunday, 18 April 2004 07:52 (twenty-one years ago)

two weeks pass...
4.

Recently I read (where) Brian Friel (was) saying (not recently) that there would be no indigenous Irish theatre without Yeats. Perhaps this is true. The motives involved in founding the Abbey must have been mixed, especially as more than one major player was involved. But arguably that venture did more for Irish theatre than any other single venture that we can think of. No?

Theatre business, management of men: paradox that the poet whom Beerbohm sketched with the queen of the fairies should also have been a businessman. "Protestant Magic" (R.F. Foster) meets the Protestant Work Ethic, perhaps. And remember WBY stage front shouting back at the so-called mob that hounded The Playboy, or (hilariously, I think) reprising the role 19 years later over O'Casey. Maybe those were his greatest pieces of theatre.

Yet the question of Yeats the playwright abides; and I wish I knew more of what one needs to answer it. The Vicar, atop this thread, clearly has some of it. I don't think he's wrong, neither. Meanwhile, I read his (WBY's, not DV's) first play The Countess Cathleen last year, and was struck by maybe two things:

1) hard to pull off on stage, that extraordinary dramatic action of devils and angels fighting over souls (!) -- but then, what inviting matter for cinema?

2) he was trying, earlier than Synge (the play premiered at the Antient Concert Rooms on 8 May 1899: nearly its anniversary, now), to get at a dramatic and literary version of peasant speech. But he was less successful at that than Synge: he was less able to give the impression that he had rolled his words through the dirt and the flowers, rather than penned them at a great oak table.

I would like to read, or even see, more of his drama. Probably it has become neglected. But still, his greatest drama was the biography of his greatest creation, W.B. Yeats.

the finefox, Tuesday, 4 May 2004 19:52 (twenty-one years ago)

i swear someone said that about poe

tom west (thomp), Tuesday, 4 May 2004 21:15 (twenty-one years ago)

which was quite prescient of poe, really

tom west (thomp), Tuesday, 4 May 2004 21:15 (twenty-one years ago)

2) he was trying, earlier than Synge (the play premiered at the Antient Concert Rooms on 8 May 1899: nearly its anniversary, now), to get at a dramatic and literary version of peasant speech. But he was less successful at that than Synge: he was less able to give the impression that he had rolled his words through the dirt and the flowers, rather than penned them at a great oak table.

an interesting comment, but what makes you think Synge's sodom and begorrah bollocks is any truer to peasant life than Yeats' stylings?

DV (dirtyvicar), Wednesday, 5 May 2004 21:42 (twenty-one years ago)

Vicar, you disappoint me.

When I wrote that, I knew that if it was ill-phrased you would say just what you have said. I know well enough your antipathy to Synge and will try to come back specifically on him some time soon. But look: I did not say that Synge was truer to peasant life - I said that he was more successful than WBY at forging a dramatic and literary version of peasant speech, and more able to give the impression that he had rolled his words through the dirt and the flowers.

Key words, possibly: 'dramatic and literary version', 'give the impression'.

(Admittedly the other words could be key words too.)

I would not want to claim that Synge's idiom is authentic - though it *may* well have been more authentic than WBY's, as I think JMS had spent longer among peasants and island people; and his knowledge of Irish was certainly better. What I *am* definitely claiming is that his dramatic version of peasant speech made a more lively and resonant idiom than WBY's equivalent.

the finefox, Thursday, 6 May 2004 13:44 (twenty-one years ago)

"paradox that the poet whom Beerbohm sketched with the queen of the fairies should also have been a businessman"

not sure that this WAS a paradox at this date: j. m. barrie eg wz one of the most successful popular playwrights of his day; conan doyle ditto as a shortstory writer; the three robinson brothers and arthur rackham as book illustrators (kids books and grown-up books)

fairies were big business

mark s (mark s), Thursday, 6 May 2004 13:48 (twenty-one years ago)

Yes, quite so.

But did WBY think of fairies in terms of business? Maybe he did. Maybe he believed in them too. I suppose Conan Doyle did.

There is still a general point about the combination in WBY of, call it, idealism and pragmatism: misty lakes and hard cash - and the one *not* simply a cynical route to the other.

the finefox, Thursday, 6 May 2004 13:51 (twenty-one years ago)

ps did wilde get ANY ideas from matthew arnold?

(haha he helped ruskin build a wall)

mark s (mark s), Thursday, 6 May 2004 13:53 (twenty-one years ago)

Short answer: he inverted 'see the object as it really is' (Function of Criticism?) to 'see the object as it really is not' ('Critic as Artist')?

I think Pater comes in the middle of this: 'see the object as the product of our act of perception', or sth?

Schematic. I am half-remembering from Richard Ellmann.

the finefox, Thursday, 6 May 2004 14:54 (twenty-one years ago)

ok but if so pater's patter comes fr.ruskin also: pathetic fallacy etc - our depiction of a storm is a depiction of our response to the storm (the sea is not really angry blah blah)

mark s (mark s), Thursday, 6 May 2004 14:58 (twenty-one years ago)

(haha i-word alert)

mark s (mark s), Thursday, 6 May 2004 14:59 (twenty-one years ago)

Another way of saying what I said to the Vicar above:

"I don't worry about whether Shakespeare is truer to medieval speech than Marlowe - I still reckon there's more poetry in Richard II than in Edward II".

But I should be careful here:

1) I don't really know what I'm talking about nowadays, re. those two - it's been too long; and I don't want to attack Marlowe (or Yeats!)

2) I DO suspect that Synge was closer to peasant speech than WBY - I am not *totally* ducking out of the rockist defence. But, I don't think that Synge has to read like a transcript of peasant speech c.1900 any more than Falstaff has to talk like a real medieval knight.

Perhaps I am wrong, perhaps I am cutting a corner or missing something.

the finefox, Thursday, 6 May 2004 15:01 (twenty-one years ago)

Are you saying Ruskin coined the pathetic fallacy?

If so, I didn't know.

Gothic weather indeed.

the bluefox, Thursday, 6 May 2004 15:02 (twenty-one years ago)

Wouldn't you think that in over 70 posts, one of ye would have mentioned John B. Keane?

plainpeopleofireland (plain people of ireland), Thursday, 6 May 2004 15:35 (twenty-one years ago)

I knew that my comment on WBY above wore a hackneyed - even a southwarked - look. But I didn't know it was a version of Borges on Shaw:

Bernard Shaw educed almost innumerable persons or dramatis personae: the most ephemeral of these is, I suspect, that G.B.S. who represented him in public and who lavished in the newspaper columns so many facile witticisms. (Labyrinths, 250-1.)

Only while typing that out did I realize that it said in fact the opposite of what I had said about WBY. Well - I would not have noticed had I not started this post.

the finefox, Tuesday, 11 May 2004 20:04 (twenty-one years ago)

I would not want to claim that Synge's idiom is authentic - though it *may* well have been more authentic than WBY's, as I think JMS had spent longer among peasants and island people; and his knowledge of Irish was certainly better. What I *am* definitely claiming is that his dramatic version of peasant speech made a more lively and resonant idiom than WBY's equivalent.

My understanding is that Synge thought he was being true to the ways of the peasantry in a "This IS Life!" kind of way, while Yeats was self-consciously imagining a peasantry that existed outside of real history and culture. I don't know if that is enough to make one more lively and resonant than the other. My suspicion in any case is that in this context "lively" means "stage-Irish".

DV (dirtyvicar), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 20:58 (twenty-one years ago)

was there any particular impetus towards the question? do irish playwrights tend towards writing irishness more than whatever other playwrights write their whateverness?

tom west (thomp), Tuesday, 11 May 2004 22:19 (twenty-one years ago)

was there any particular impetus towards the question? do irish playwrights tend towards writing irishness more than whatever other playwrights write their whateverness?

critical discourse (often by non-Irish people) is more interested in how Irish playwrights (and writers generally) relate to Irishness than it is to how whatever other playwrights write their whateverness. Or so I think.

a lot of this is based around a conversation with an Irish playwright in which he moaned that because his plays are not about Irish themes they would never get performed outside Ireland.

this is somewhat ironic, as the Irish playwright in question is actually English.

DV (dirtyvicar), Wednesday, 12 May 2004 21:42 (twenty-one years ago)

!!

who's that?

I don't think that the Vicar implied, originally, that the plays had to be about Ireland.

I think he did imply that there is a long history of great playwrights of Irish origin. Coincidence? Maybe, maybe not; either way, they arguably form a tradition that is worth talking about.

Also, Ireland is interesting, to some people, and so is its literature, if such a thing exists.

the finefox, Thursday, 13 May 2004 12:20 (twenty-one years ago)

one month passes...
I went to see the Abbey production of Boucicault's "The Shaughraun" last night. It was excellent stuff, featuring a fierce little dog and a tussle over ownership of Ballyraggett House, a most fine ruined dwelling in the County of Sligo.

In conversation, Rener reckons the difference between Boucicault and Synge is that B's paddywhackery is funny.

DV (dirtyvicar), Sunday, 20 June 2004 08:58 (twenty-one years ago)

I saw a book in a shop yesterday all about how modern Irish drama is all about national identity and stuff. Funnily enough it was written by an English academic. I got so annoyed that I started mentally drafting an irate letter to her, but then I realise that would mark me out as a mentalist.

DV (dirtyvicar), Sunday, 20 June 2004 08:59 (twenty-one years ago)

twelve years pass...

beautiful thread

quote: true fact: almost every single English Playwright whose works form the repertory of a modern theatre company has been Irish or partly irish.

why is that?

unquote

answer: because anglo irish has more hooks than english and enjoys a wander besides

synge was no better at island speech than o'casey was at dublin speech. i agree that yeats was not aiming for realism tho.

i cant off top of the head nominate an island speech writer, that said.

loudmouth darraghmac ween (darraghmac), Thursday, 29 December 2016 00:24 (eight years ago)

the field maybe is a reasonable effort that springs to mind. nice scrabble english.

loudmouth darraghmac ween (darraghmac), Thursday, 29 December 2016 00:31 (eight years ago)

hardscrabble, not wordscrabble

loudmouth darraghmac ween (darraghmac), Thursday, 29 December 2016 00:32 (eight years ago)

beautiful thread

quote: true fact: almost every single English Playwright whose works form the repertory of a modern theatre company has been Irish or partly irish.

It is. Not at all sure about that 'true fact' though.

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Thursday, 29 December 2016 01:19 (eight years ago)

Meh 2 'English' theatre tho.

Eats like Elvis, shits like De Niro (Tom D.), Thursday, 29 December 2016 01:20 (eight years ago)

yeah probably yr right there

loudmouth darraghmac ween (darraghmac), Thursday, 29 December 2016 01:30 (eight years ago)


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