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About Crazy Irishman

Touted as a working man's poet, Martin Durkin has been writing professionally for the last 12 years. He has appeared in over twenty anthologies across North America, including, "And left a place to stand on", a collection of poems and essays about the late great Al Purdy. Durkin has also published two collections of poetry, "Hypnotic Childhood", and "The Sound of Quish". Over the past 4 years, Durkin has been on hiatus for the most part but has recently come back to the poetry scene creating a poetry site called crazyirishman.wordpress.com, where in the past year he has written over 100 poems and created a cross over page on https://www.facebook.com/crazyirishmanpoetry where he gives a story behind each of the pieces written.

Sunshine Morning

She sits by the flowers
woman, of the fence line window
.view thru the vase,
waist
line button _ belly flush to the sink
.petal Trimmings, bottom of steel
paint peeling from the old lane lumber.

bicycle leans on the post
sock feet _ wreath anklet
crown at the deadline
sun.
get on your bike and leave
hips that push the thoughts
of watching from behind.

-gravel runway, shoulder length grain
or hay…

it doesn’t matter-

hands resting around steel top ledge,
body _ still, still at the sink and dreaming
.does heaven exist after
9am?
Anklet crown on pedal –
daydream existence _ reality
bare bicycle, cycling
golden grain away.


Epic Life

i was a virgin before i met you
.not sex – i mean,
hardly knew who Al Pacino was.
Odalisque with gold beads running down
-Cleopatra her backside taunting Marcus Antonius.

i needed to catch up on life
witness Niagara Falls 3 times in 1 year
a 20 year absence,
(and I was only 21 at the time.)

now

Now babe

you turn me on
.as tho our life were a B movie epic-
King Kong greatness,
Indiana Jones and the Arc,
pulp magazine, before Lawrence knew how to Block
or Stark finally admitted, he was Westlake.

my ukulele has a plastic shark.
i’m not afraid of the Hawaiian ocean
,blue-
Goodfellas – has some meaning
Pacino isn’t a roaring lunatic.

you’re the adventure i’ve always been in search of-
fuck money – we’ve never had it – don’t know
that we ever will. we don’t need to be the Jones’s with 1.5
and a car,
i’m Macgyver with a jeep,
and you make me find ways
,be a better man.

i’m striving – help your dreams
become a reality
,same way you’ve made me a man
,understanding what he’s
looking at – what he needs.

i was a virgin before i met you.
a poet who didn’t know how to do much more
,crap out words and think they were greatness-
hunter in the woods, tracking down snow white,
(still listening to today’s best country.)

.
.
.

Babe

keep pushing me….
,secret pen names,
red velvet curtain parting, before the
countdown, the reel ticking-
the fedora hitting the coat rack

rain jacket tossed, hurriedly
,back couch.
 


Inside My Mind

there is always art. in the search of it.
the interested party rather than the interesting – one.
beyond the landmasses  connected by a bridge
-Schiele before the war – Colville witnessed afterwards.

there is the refrigerator. the bedroom
womanhood for a day celebrated
‘but the boys are coming home and you need a rest Rosie’.
-sing for us on stage. don’t move – this is England.

there is always art. and i search for you.
the woman whose mind is more interesting
and our conversations can go all night.
-if i only i could paint – but drawing letters exposes you….

do not move from the sunlit window’ – (my own quote)

there is always art. in the search of it.
student before the student
master of the generations studying one another
homage to the teacher.

lettered pictures…..you…..not on the wall
but in my hand….

* Schiele before the war – Colville witnessed afterwards:

Egon Schiele; 12 June 1890 – 31 October 1918 was an Austrian painter who created THE BRIDGE an oil painting in 1913

Alex Colville: 24 August 1920 – 16 July 2013 was a Canadian painter who created THE NIJMEGEN BRIDGE while on tour as war artist with the Canadian Military during WW2 in Holland

*there is the refrigerator. the bedroom

Alex Colville painting entitled REFRIGERATOR 1977

Egon Schiele painting entitled BEDROOM – which is very similar to the Vincent Van Gogh painting of the same title

* ‘But the boys are coming home and you need rest Rosie:

Rosie the Riveter is a cultural icon of the United States, representing the American women who worked in factories and shipyards during World War II until the end when they were laid off to allow the men to go back to work

*sing for us on stage. don’t move – this is England:

The Windmill Theatre in London was  a variety and revue theatre. The Windmill remains best known for its nude tableaux vivants, which began in 1932 and lasted until its reversion to a cinema in 1964.


DON’T BORE ME

don’t be sterile
don’t be generic telling us it’s a new perspective
don’t hunt for the unknown and make believe your lifestyle

stock the shelves
and understand yourself in a carnival
look through each bottle and witness the circus mirrors

tell a joke
be introspective
make the subject most wondrous

but don’t be vulgar

a cigar for a cigarette
a cantaloupe for a pear
an axe for the bow and arrow

chop the hen
that multi purpose layer – directly over the log

but don’t tell me how the blood soaks into the corded years
into the snow – beyond the ground

step backwards as you work
continuously protecting your eyes and hands
that great monster hoping to keep you from a fulfilled Friday

– a mattress needle you must bob and weave
the lumber yard flat bed you must watch in mud
a manager who doesn’t care that you have a show or a reading
tonight…

don’t give me fake news
or alternative facts
but please give me the 6pm lead in
the harmony to go with my China-lead/dollar-store
plate and fork

give me the cold refrigerator with beer
my beer
where the monologue stares from a magnet
saying ‘don’t give the 40 hour work week as an excuse’

write
read
write
read

listen

be interested
don’t be interesting.

don’t bore me

don’t

be

sterile.


when nothing else matters

I MUST GET IN SHAPE FOR HER
I MUST GET IN SHAPE FOR HER

mantra push up 1
mantra chin up 2
mantra walk the dog

I MUST EAT BETTER FOR HER
I MUST EAT BETTER FOR HER

mantra in the mirror
mantra standing at toilet
mantra sitting on couch

I MUST DRESS BETTER FOR HER
I MUST DRESS BETTER FOR HER

mantra knowing she is noticed
mantra knowing he must mark territory
mantra knowing a lion must stay a lion

– i cannot wait for my man
– i cannot wait for my man

MANTRA WHILE DEPLOYED
MANTRA WHILE IN TRAINING
MANTRA WHILE BEING TASKED

– i can’t wait to see my kids
– i cant wait to see my kids

MANTRA WHILE ON THE PLANE
MANTRA WHILE ON THE BUS
MANTRA WHILE STANDING DOWN

-there she is
-there he is
-there they are

MANTRA IN A WHISPER
MANTRA IN A TEAR
MANTRA IN THE EMBRACE

…mantra silenced


ROMAN COWBOYS

I
have the butt cheeks
of a Roman Gladiator
seen
through the eyes
of circus mirrors.

Here I am
10 feet tall –
witness
my smile my
glare of intimidation
through the mouth
of a drive thru
clown.

Cotton Candy

Boys in raised trucks
cowboy boots
with puzzled looks
about work
and saddle cinches
beautiful
pearly button shirts.

Girls
in short pockets
adjusting their jock straps
before walking across the
track ahead of a
horse pull.

I
have bellied up to the
bar
ordered a basket of
fries
asked if Guinness is in a
can
or from the
tap.

My Roman ass
has fought better fights
and tonight
wishes to snuggle
this stool
search the television
for American
politics knowing –
truth is
what we see in ourselves
even

if it’s all
a
lie…..


Pear of the Egg

you ponder the pear
while i think about the egg

poached or sunny?
not boiled

your form cut from the fruit
elbow on knees looking at yourself

that mirrored pear
already looking back at itself knowing-it’s-missing itself

honey

you didn’t answer the first time
which way do you want your egg?

the perfect curve of a circle never ending
but it comes to a smooth point and speeds up

the egg
still in the shell

this passage of time we ponder
you – the pear woman

myself

the egg man
ready for breakfast

 

*Pear and the Egg: the idea for this piece came from studying the works of Zoltán Glass.

Zoltán Glasswas a Hungarian photographer.  In 1931 he moved to Berlin where he established himself as a photographer, working first as a picture editor of a Berlin evening paper and then, as a photojournalist at the Berliner Tagblatt. In 1936 he was dismissed from the newspaper due to his Jewish ancestry. Later in life Glass had a second career as a fashion and glamour photographer.