Poems by Gerry Murphy
Temporary Abdication
You wake, to a cloud of unknowing, a blizzard of lost connections, all slates truly wiped clean. You cannot tell where you are, you cannot tell who you are. Embalmed in a moment, without past or future, name or memory, need or desire. Until the panic kicks in and the accumulation of identity, the mad pursuit of meaning, the scramble for signifiers, promptly return. The whole shebang rushing back into place, fitting you out with the same stale details, name, location, time, date, occupation, social position, likes, dislikes… The sprawling entity, the tiny ungovernable kingdom: you. Glimpse Counting the takings in the inner office, when the light reflecting from the coins dazzles me briefly and I become convinced that I am momentarily transported to a former incarnation as a minor official of the Tax Gatherer Royal to the Court of King Gilgamesh, who is simultaneously convinced that he is living in an unimaginable future with digital calculators. |
Born in Cork in 1952, Gerry Murphy has spent one year in a Kibbutz in Israel in 1975/76 and one year at UCC studying English and History. He started work as a lifeguard Mayfield swimming pool in 1980. His poetry collections include A Small Fat Boy Walking Backwards (1985, 1992) and five previous collections from Dedalus, Rio de la Plata and All That (1993), The Empty Quarter (1995), Extracts from the Lost Log-Book of Christopher Columbus (1999), Torso of an Ex-Girlfriend (2002), End of Part One: New and Selected Poems (2006), and My Flirtation with International Socialism (2010). In 1987 American playwright Roger Gregg produced a stage adaptation of Murphy's poetry in the Triskel Arts Centre, Cork. Murphy participated in the Southword Editions' translation series for Cork European Capital of Culture in 2005, working with poems by Katarzyna Borun-Jagodzinska in her book, Pocket Apocalypse. Murphy's latest collection of original work is Muse (Dedalus, 2015).
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