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Updated: September 3, 2025
There can never be any true criticism of Synge till we have got rid of all these obsessions and idolatries. Synge was an extraordinary man of genius, but he was not an extraordinarily great man of genius. He is not the peer of Shakespeare: he is not the peer of Shelley: he is the peer, say, of Stevenson. His was a byway, not a high-road, of genius.
I seem to know the name. A flying sunny smile rayed in his loose features. To be sure, he said, remembering brightly. The chap that writes like Synge. Mr Best turned to him. Haines missed you, he said. Did you meet him? He'll see you after at the D. B. C. He's gone to Gill's to buy Hyde's Lovesongs of Connacht. I came through the museum, Buck Mulligan said. Was he here?
Edward Martyn discovered his ragged Peg Inerney, who for all that was a queen in faery; but soon John Synge was to see all the world as a withered and witless place in comparison with the dazzle of that dream; and now Lord Dunsany has seen it once more and as simply as if he were a child imagining adventures for the knights and ladies that rode out over the drawbridges in the piece of old tapestry in its mother's room.
Synge had said my method had made the writing of historical drama again possible." But surely, granted the possession of the dramatic gift, the historical imagination is the only thing that makes the writing of historical drama possible. Lady Gregory does not seem to me to possess the historical imagination.
John Millington Synge wrote "Riders to the Sea" on a second-hand $40 typewriter, and wore a celluloid collar. Richard Wagner made a living, during four lean years, arranging Italian opera arias for the cornet. Herbert Spencer sang bass in a barber-shop quartette and was in love with George Eliot. William Shakespeare was a social pusher and bought him a bogus coat-of-arms.
I remember a deluge on the Erris Peninsula, where we lay among the sand hills and at his suggestion heaped sand upon ourselves to try and keep dry. When we started on our journey, as the train steamed out of Dublin, Synge said: 'Now the elder of us two should be in command on this trip. So we compared notes and I found that he was two months older than myself.
Irish poetry a part of English Literature common-sense the basis of romanticism misapprehension of the poetic temperament William Butler Yeats his education his devotion to art his theories his love poetry resemblance to Maeterlinck the lyrical element paramount the psaltery pure rather than applied poetry John M. Synge his mentality his versatility a terrible personality his capacity for hatred his subjectivity his interesting Preface brooding on death A. E. The Master of the island his sincerity and influence disembodied spirits his mysticism homesickness true optimism James Stephens poet and novelist realism and fantasy Padraic Colum Francis Ledwidge Susan Mitchell Thomas MacDonagh Joseph Campbell Seumas O'Sullivan Herbert Trench Maurice Francis Egan Norreys Jephson O'Conor F. Carlin The advance in Ireland.
In dealing with these questions, I had to assume an authority which was to have been confided to a delegation, to consist of Captain Henry Glyn, Colonel Synge, and myself. On leaving England promptly the main work being done Mr.
But to persuade others that it is all but one dream, or to persuade them that Lord Dunsany has his part in that change I have described I have but my superstition and this series of little books where I have set his tender, pathetic, haughty fancies among books by Lady Gregory, by Æ., by Dr. Douglas Hyde, by John Synge, and by myself.
Synge was always delighted to hear and remember any good phrase. I remember his delight at the words of a local politician who told us how he became a Nationalist. He took the unfortunate tenant and thrun him in the road, and I saw the man's wife come out crying and the agent's wife thrun her in the channel, and when I saw that, though I was but a child, I swore I'd be a Nationalist.
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