AUTUMN JOURNAL by the same author THE EARTH COMPELS OUT OF THE PICTURE POEMS AUTUMN JOURNAL a poem by LOUIS MACNEICE Faber and . 8 quotes from Autumn Journal: ‘September has come, it is hersWhose vitality leaps in the autumn,Whose nature prefersTrees without leaves and a fire in. Written between August and December , Autumn Journal is still Louis MacNeice was born in Belfast in , the son of a Church of Ireland rector, later a.

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I answered that it was rather late in the day to show off in this way, as nearly all literary London had long ago done the rounds of the trenches in Madrid and hobnobbed with the Republican celebrities.

God forbid an Indian acquiescence, The apotheosis of the status quo; If everything that happens happens according To the nature and wish of God, then God must go: The poem opens at last!

Ebbing away down ramps of shaven lawn where close-clipped yew. The fact remains that Eliot was right about Autumn Journal.

The smoking chimneys hint At prosperity round the corner But they make their Ulster linen from foreign lint And the money that comes in goes out to make more money. I loved my love madneice the wings of angels Dipped in henna, unearthly red, 11 With my office hours, with flowers and sirens, With my budget, my latchkey, and my daily bread.

It is the nature of this poem to be neither final nor balanced. Now the till and the typewriter call the fingers. Or that is how it seems to me as I listen To a hooter call at six And then a woodpigeon calls and stops but the wind continues Playing its dirge in the trees, playing its tricks.

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It is a record of the author’s emotional and intellectual experience during those months, the trivia of everyday living set against the events of the world outside, the settlement in Munich and slow defeat in Spain. But still they manage to laugh.

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And nothing left that the highbrow cared about. The nicest people in England have always been the least Apt to solidarity or alignment But all of them must now align against the beast That prowls at every door and barks in every headline.

Autumn Journal

So Journwl am glad to have known them, The people or events apparently withdrawn; The world is round and there is always dawn Undeniably somewhere. Edna Longley puts it succinctly when she says: For common sense is the vogue And she gives her children neither sense nor money Who slouch around the world with a gesture and a brogue And a faggot of useless memories.

And the still life proclaiming with aplomb The self-content of bread or fruit or vases And personality like a silent bomb Lurking in the formal portrait. And the North, where I was a boy, Is still the North, veneered with the grime of Glasgow, Thousands of men whom nobody will employ Standing at the corners, coughing. Good-bye the Platonic sieve of the Carnal Man.

Autumn Journal Quotes

And we thought the papers a lark. He describes the girls and women with high heels and lipstick. Writing definitions on invisible blackboards. Insulates the lives of retired generals and admirals.

The writing is direct; anyone could understand it.

Who could ask for anything more? My broken rambling track. Only the spider spinning out his reams Of maneice thread says Only there are always Interlopers, dreams, Who let no dead dog lie nor death be final; Suggesting, while he spins, that to-morrow will out- weigh To-night, that Becoming is a match for Being, That to-morrow is also a day, That I must leave my bed and face the music.

I wonder now whether anything is worth.


I loved her long. I hate your grandiose airs, Your sob-stuff, your laugh and your swagger, Your macnejce that everyone cares Who is the king of your castle. A city built upon mud; A culture built upon profit; Free speech nipped in the bud, The minority always guilty. Not only do line-lengths vary there but the writing is rhythmic and avoids an iambic norm.

Of course, these very people need to be spurred on to action journnal prevent the final disaster, the loss of the freedom to live the very boring lives they are living. Things were different when men felt their programme In the bones and pulse, not only in the brain, Born to a trade, a belief, a set of affections; That instinct for belief may sprout again, There are some who have never lost it And some who foster or force it into growth But most joutnal us lack the right discontent, contented Merely to cavil.

And coming over the Chilterns macneide dead leaves leap Charging the windscreen like a barrage of angry 54 Birds as I take the steep Plunge to Henley or Hades. With powerful or banal Monuments of riches or repression And the Escorial Cold for ever within like the heart of Philip.

Autumn Journal – Irish poem | Ireland Calling

This seemed very fitting at the time, as of course any reading—which is a reciprocal activity—must include the circumstances of the reader. Give me an aphrodisiac, give me lotus.

Men and women, each like a closed door. There was a star in the East, the magi in their turbans Brought their luxury toys In homage to a child born to capsize their values And wreck their equipoise.