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Vita et Morte
(After Fred Herko) “Look around at the azaleas making fuchsia star bursts” Anna Quindlen A royal rhododendron The hand of the clock Holds Alfred Jarry On his cycle Clément, Somehow: I wrote this A sheltered construct of will A dogfight Pauline or Socratic, Until somebody answers questions from The tiniest screams, Of existence Believe the mad dove: Conditions and circumstances shift: Gramsci, Marcuse and Jean Genet Responsory: Tsutsusi In black vase deeply spouted Following all: Azalea Spiritus Veritas (After Arthur Rimbaud) “Myths are public dreams; dreams are private myth” -Joseph Campbell- He was the res idiotica Beyond the mythic-literal Call him an Abednego Refer to his revolutionary embodiment There’ll never be another Whoever he was: mos maiorum Savonarola, Marat, Bakunin Still burning like a lake of fire What we always wanted The recollection of his image Rivers of subterfuge Eudaimonia: his clear ocean Implicate this man in particular Impossible to describe him Enantiodromia: His want of spectacle His thought can shatter and transform When he appeared like Cerberus None of us wanted to be there Bringing the pain on himself His bleeding element forever an eye Now darker than the deepest sea Beyond the simulacra, We look to the continuity To resurrect his singing ghost Aequitas (For Nadezhda Tolokonnikova) “The criminals of the vision are a totally different matter” Pier Paolo Pasolini In Countless stars Sonorous and mystical everywhere a voice A soundscape silhouette A flash of guns From the pitch black Allegretto The realisation of truth Beyond the recognition Of capital ghosts Pneuma (For Timothy Morton) “Do not weep; do not wax indignant. Understand” -Baruch Spinoza I feel a great But often effaced symbolization of death, an ecstatic moment of release An experience unclouded By great personal fears An insignia that colours The great shadow of the psyche In spirit, son and father Through creation and destruction Two cleansing forces, A truth to evoke rising visions All this representational courage Can be traced back To one primordial image One figure of truth One world One voice, One distance One Breath Pandemic Blues (For Yusuf Komunyakaa) 'Covid has magnified every existing inequality' – Melinda Gates Did you hear Or did they shut your ears Another poor man down A victim of authority Who was not a priority Couldn’t order the rupture When the Corona came What a vision Took his humble living It was given away When Corona came Inequality made him Racism broke him His poverty spoke They cut the rope When Corona came When Corona came There was no way to choose When Corona came Did you hear about the man who lost it during the pandemic? Bio: Alan is an MA student from Ireland (UCD) and have been previously published in some small publication magazines. Alan likes avant-garde and conceptual text. Philosophical poetry is an area of particular interest to him. Alan has written a 20,000 word thesis on poetry. Alan particularly enjoys ecopoetry also.