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Finnegan’s Wake, With An Apostrophe – In Memory of Irish Poet Paddy Finnegan

April 1, 2015 by Irish American Mom 4 Comments

Each year on Saint Patrick’s day the Irish literati assemble on the banks of the Grand Canal in Dublin to commemorate one of Ireland’s greatest poets, Patrick Kavanagh.  This year there was one poet missing, Paddy Finnegan.

Paddy Finnegan. Portrait
Paddy Finnegan. Portrait

 

In today’s guest post, Mattie Lennon, writer and folklorist, remembers his friend, sharing some beautiful memories of this Irish poet and artist.

Finnegan’s poem, Post from Parnassus,  was inspired by the annual Saint Patrick’s Day commemoration of Patrick Kavanagh. 

 

Post From Parnassus (after Patrick Kavanagh)

by Paddy Finnegan

 

 

Here by my seat the old ghosts meet. 

Here, the place where the old menagerie 

Relentlessly soldiers on 

Remembering the old  green dragon, me, 

On the feast of the Apostle of Ireland. 

Ye greeny, greying catechumens 

Will cease to stage this ceremony 

Only on the command of Sergeant Death. 

Then break not the heart of poet past 

Nor that of preening poet present: 

But know, ye prodigies of prosody 

That multitudes in times to be 

Will listen to my lays 

And look askance 

While cods forever fake 

Their own importance. 

Finnegan’s Wake:

 

Dublin Lord Mayor, Christy Burke, put the Oak Room of the Mansion House at the disposal of the Paddy Finnegan Memorial Committee on Wednesday 12th September.

The event  “Finnegan’s Wake,” attracted a full house (about 50 people were turned away.)

Poet Paddy Finnegan passed away, unexpectedly, on 16th July 2014.

 

Paddy Finnegan:

 

Paddy was born “between two years” either in the dying moments of 1941 or just after midnight on New-year’s day 1942. Like everywhere else in rural Ireland at that time, clocks weren’t all that accurate in Kilkerrin, County Galway.

Paddy received a Scholarship to St Jarleths College in 1956 and continued his formal education in UCD.  Paddy had a fantastic knowledge of the English language, was fluent in all dialects of Gaeilge and had a good grasp of Greek and Latin.

His versatility was increased in the year he spent in Wolverhampton  as one of “the men who built Britain”. He became an expert on how to fry steak on the head of a shovel.

 

Paddy Finnegan

He joined the Irish Civil Service in 1962 but office work wasn’t for Paddy. Apart from being on a higher mental plane than most of his colleagues he was an open- air man.

During his stint there I’m sure  Sigersun Clifford’s line often went around in his head….

 

“They chained my bones to an office stool

and my soul to a clock’s cold hands.”

 

He later worked as a bus conductor with CIE (the Irish transportation company) for many years.  

When I got a job as a bus-conductor in 1974 I was sent to Donnybrook garage. I didn’t ask who was the most intelligent person in the garage, but if I had, the reply would have been concise, “Paddy Finnegan.”

Paddy Finnegan and Mattie Lennon
Paddy Finnegan and Mattie Lennon

 

As a conductor he could reply to any criticism from an irate passenger; in several languages if necessary. During this period Paddy and a few of his fellow intellectuals would assemble in a city center flat which was known a Dáil Oíche. It was a later edition of “The Catacombs” as described by Anthony Cronin in Dead as Doornails. With such a collection of intelligentsia you can imagine (or can you?) the topics under discussion.

He lived for many years in Lower Beechwood Avenue, Ranelagh. If ever a house deserved a Blue Plaque its Paddy’s former residence.

Paddy Finnegan in Grafton street
Paddy Finnegan in Grafton Street

 

Finnegan’s Poetry:

 

He brought out a collection of his poetry, sadly now out of print, titled Dactyl Distillations. I know dear erudite reader that you know the meaning of dactyl but I had to look it up. It is, “a foot of poetic meter in quantitave verse.”

More recently he recorded a, limited edition,  CD,  Fion Ceol  agus Filíoct. I hope that somebody will now bring out an “unlimited” edition.  In his later years he was a familiar sight selling the Big Issue outside Trinity College and more recently at Bewleys on Grafton Street.

Paddy Finnegan in April 2014
Paddy Finnegan in April 2014

 

I asked his brother James if there were poets in their ancestry. He said no, that their father was a farmer but, in the words of Seamus Heaney, “By God, the old man could handle a spade.”

The soil of Kilkerrin will lie lightly on Paddy; didn’t his friends drop it gently on his coffin. Such a scene was described by his friend Dermot Healy who pre-deceased him by a couple of weeks,

 

” . . . shovels work like oars, rowing the dead man from this world.”

 

A big thank you to Mattie for sharing this little piece about his good friend, whose life and words enriched the lives of many.  May he rest in peace.

 

Slán agus beannacht,

(Goodbye and blessings)

 

Irish American Mom

 

Images and text graciously provided by, and published courtesy of, Mattie Lennon.

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Comments

  1. Sally says

    April 2, 2015 at 1:16 pm

    Thank you for letting us know about the life and writings of Paddy Finnegan. He was a talented poet. May he rest in peace.

    Reply
    • Irish American Mom says

      April 2, 2015 at 4:37 pm

      Sally – I too had never heard of Paddy Finnegan until his friend, Mattie Lennon, submitted this guest post. His words are beautiful.
      Best wishes,
      Mairéad

      Reply
  2. Kathleen says

    April 4, 2015 at 8:10 pm

    Quite an interesting read on Paddy and even more so since my family is from Newbridge not too far from where Paddy was born.

    Reply
    • Irish American Mom says

      April 5, 2015 at 8:00 am

      Hi Kathleen – Thanks so much for checking out this post in remembrance of Paddy Finnegan. He may not be a well-known Irish poet, but his words are truly beautiful, and I hope they will continue to be read by many in the years to come.
      Best wishes,
      Mairéad

      Reply

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