Joyce wrote this essay at the age of twenty

No references?
Hope you enjoy thiz zero 0, Joyce

what is your interpretation of the romantic school?

>Though the dispute has been often ungentle (to say no more) and has seemed to some a dispute about names and with time has become a confused battle, each school advancing to the borders of the other and busy with internal strife, the classical school fighting the materialism which attends it, and the romantic school to preserve coherence, yet as this unrest is the condition of all achievement, it is so far good, and presses slowly towards a deeper insight which will make the schools at one.

This essay lacks substance, he would never be capable to publish that in an academic journal today.

I don't think Daedalus was too dumb, far from it. He was a 16 yearold who knew Latin and had a certain familiarity with the works of Aquina and Aristotle, escially in their concept of beauty and art. He also knew many poems by heart.

>to absolutely make sure you have absolutely no independent thought your grade depends on how much you prove you can copy other peoples thinking and just send their ideas to me

I don't buy the argument either but you hear it A LOT
Particularly from women

It was pretty good. 5/5

his grammar actually sucks but he expresses himself well generally

>Particularly from women
I see, that's why I was so surprised.I would never know that he was considered dumb.

I thought he made a lot of good points and seemed very well read for his age at that time. I especially like last few paragraphs and would like to know the context of the essay if possible.

Why don't buy those fucking photos?
Really, posting like this is horrible

I can post w/e I want faggot

He says almost nothing but does so at great length. Just because it was beautiful doesn't mean it was meaningful. There's no substance here.

dont worry, your uncles company is still getting advertising that way

I skipped through and sped read a lot of the middle section, but there are some inspired gems scattered throughout.

from Mangan's Wikipedia:

James Joyce wrote two essays on Mangan, the first in 1902 and the second in 1907 and also used his name in his works, for instance in Araby in Dubliners. Joyce wrote that in Mangan's poetry "images interweave [their] soft, luminous scarves and words ring like brilliant mail, and whether the song is of Ireland or of Istambol it has the same refrain, a prayer that peace may come again to her who has lost peace, the moonwhite pearl of his soul". Joyce also described Mangan as "a prototype for a would-be-nation", but stressed that he was ultimately a "feeble figure" that fell short of such promise.

>Certainly he is wiser who accuses no man
>of acting unjustly towards him, seeing that what is called
>injustice is never so but is an aspect of justice, yet they who
>think that such a terrible tale is the figment of a disordered
>brain do not know how keenly a sensitive boy suffers from contact
>with a gross nature. Mangan, however, is not without some
>consolation, for his sufferings have cast him inwards, where for
>many ages the sad and the wise have elected to be. When someone
>told him that the account which he had given of his early life,
>so full of things which were, indeed, the beginnings of sorrows,
>was wildly overstated, and partly false, he answered -- 'Maybe I
>dreamed it.' The world, you see, has become somewhat unreal for
>him, and he has begun to contemn that which is, in fine, the
>occasion of much error. How will it be with those dreams which,
>for every young and simple heart, take such dear reality upon
>themselves? One whose nature is so sensitive cannot forget his
>dreams in a secure, strenuous life. He doubts them, and puts them
>from him for a time, but when he hears men denying them with an
>oath he would acknowledge them proudly, and where sensitiveness
>has induced weakness, or, as here, refined upon natural weakness,
>would even compromise with the world, and win from it in return
>the favour of silence, if no more, as for something too slight to
>bear a violent disdain, for that desire of the heart so loudly
>derided, that rudely entreated idea. His manner is such that none
>can say if it be pride or humility that looks out of that vague
>face, which seems to live only because of those light shining
>eyes and of the fair silken hair above it, of which he is a
>little vain. This purely defensive reserve is not without dangers
>for him, and in the end it is only his excesses that save him
>from indifference.
Joyce is a god, not even intending to he touched upon my very soul.

OP here. I will agree that the essay fails to convey arguments well, yet his command of language at such a young age to be nothing short of prodigious. It isn't the strength of what he wrote that moved me to make this thread, it was the poetic force with which he wrote it. He displays in the essay a manner of writing far beyond someone of a mere twenty years.

>Couldn't even spell Istanbul

Why don't you go dig up Joyce and suck his cock

yet his command of language at such a young age is nothing short of prodigious*
Sorry, I changed my initial sentence but forgot to change its grammar too.

WB Yeats considered Mangan one of the best Irish poets, along with Thomas Davis and Samuel Ferguson, claiming, "To the soul of Clarence Mangan was tied the burning ribbon of Genius."

thanks man ill probably end up reading his work now I hadn't even heard of him until now

Weird. I'm Irish and have literally never heard of this guy before

LONG they pine in weary woe - the nobles of our land -
Long they wander to and fro, proscribed, alas! and banned;
Feastless, houseless, altarless, they bear the exie's brand,
But their hope is in the coming-to of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Think not her a ghastly hag, too hideous to be seen;
Call her not unseemly names, our matchless Kathaleen;
Young she is, and fair she is, and would be crowned a qeeen,
Were the king's son at home here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Sweet and mild would look her face - Oh! none so sweet and mild -
Could she crush the foes by whom her beauty is reviled;
Woolen plaids would grace herself and robes of silk her child,
If the king's son were living here with Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Sore disgrace it is to see the Arbitress of thrones
Vassal to a Saxoneen of cold and hapless bones!
Bitter anguish wrings our souls - with heavy sighs and groans
We wait the Young Deliverer of Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

Let us pray to Him who holds life's issues in His hands,
Him who formed the mighty globe, with all his thousand lands;
Girding them with sea and mountains, rivers deep, and strands,
To cast a look of pity upon Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.

He, who over sands and waves led Israel along -
He who fed, with heavenly bread, that chosen tribe and throng;
He who stood by Moses when his foes were fierce and strong,
May He show forth His might in saving Kathaleen Ny-Houlahan.
James Clarence Mangan

Ah shit, he's where the Mangan road got its name.

this is the one i meant to post:

I SEE black dragons mount the sky,
I see earth yawn beneath my feet -
I feel within the asp, the worm
That will not sleep and cannot die,
Fair though may show the winding-sheet!
I hear all night as through a storm
Hoarse voices calling, calling
My name upon the wind-
All omens monstrous and appalling
Affright my guilty mind.

I exult alone in one wild hour -
That hour in which the red cup drowns
The memories it user renews
In ghastlier guise, in fiercer power -
Then Fancy brings me golden crowns,
And visions of all brilliant hues
Lap my lost soul in gladness,
Until I awake again,
And the dark lava-fires of madness
Once more sweep through my brain.
James Clarence Mangan

also
youtube.com/watch?v=g3zv5TiriAQ

Very nice, I can see Joyce coming out of that poem

>Mangan can tell of the beauty of
hate; and pure hate is as excellent as pure love.
*tips fedora*

His use of language in a essay should actually be avoided.

Yeah that's seriously bad. Joyce really was /our guy/

>pretentious undergrad with low iq
hmm yes quite

>Mangan can tell of the beauty of hate; and pure hate is as excellent as pure love.
>Certainly he is wiser who accuses no man of acting unjustly towards him, seeing that what is called injustice is never so but is an aspect of justice

This is the type of stuff that happens when poetry exists without philosophy, and maybe why plato thought the way he did about poets and sophists

Its true, Plato was never wrong. Poets should be lynched

The greatest writer of all time. I almost quit writing knowing I'll never make anything close to him, but I just shifted my perspective away from competitiveness and it made me actually enjoy my writing for the art of it instead

Was he a college student then?
I wonder if students back then had to write a shtiload of essays to pass the disciplines.

I imagine professors had a lot more freedom to assess students as they wished. I wonder if degree attainment was even modulated

>I imagine professors had a lot more freedom to assess students as they wished.
That's what I think.
Today everything is jargon-driven and standardized, and publishing papers is an obligation if you want have a career. That only lead to an infinite amount of crap.

This is the first of Joyce I've ever read. Holy shit, this guy just blew my fucking brains out.