A Poetry Showcase for Alan Garrigan

Game Of Thrones, Ireland, Trees, Hedges

photo from pixabay

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. 



By davidlonan1

David writes poetry, short stories, and writings that'll make you think or laugh, provoking you to examine images in your mind. To submit poetry, photography, art, please send to feversofthemind@gmail.com. Twitter: @davidLOnan1 + @feversof Facebook: DavidLONan1

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