Irish - Poet | October 21, 1904 - November 30, 1967
Ay - 'The Green Fool' business, the libel action over the head of it - did me a lot of damage. It destroyed the momentum.
Patrick Kavanagh
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The position is: the Gaelic language is no longer the native language; it is dead, yet food is being brought to the graveyard.
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Publicity's a cancer. It eats out a man - till there's nothing but a shell left.
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Wine and women do not go with song. Alcohol is the worst enemy of the imagination.
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Letting the facts speak for themselves is an immoral principle when we all know that facts and figures can be selected to prove anything.
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In the country places of Ireland, writing is held in certain awe: a writer was a dangerous man from whom they instinctively recoiled.
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Poetry is not Irish or any other nationality; and when writers such as Messrs. Clarke, Farren and the late F. R. Higgins pursue Irishness as a poetic end, they are merely exploiting incidental local colour.
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Yeats, protected to some extent by the Nationalistic movement, wrote out of a somewhat protected world, and so his work does not touch life deeply.
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The exciting quality about Joyce is that when you read him, you are not told of the large public issues that were agitating the minds of politicians and journalists on those days. Joyce is interested in the mind of a man who has put five shillings on a horse.
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There is nothing as dead and as damned as an important thing. The things that really matter are casual, insignificant little things.
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In the dear dead days beyond recall, when I was in my prime as a film critic, the industry was booming. Hollywood, to give them their due, always called it the industry, through quite a few imagined it as an art form and went through several hours regularly at tiresome films in the sacred cause of art.
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The second-grade films - where are they? No more are they made, and yet they were by far the best films for holding hands at, and wasn't this always the main purpose of the cinema?
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