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Ciaran Treacy Aug 2013
Misanthropy is too easy;
An abdication of moral
Responsibility to those
Less enlightened and inspired
Than one's own glorious self;

The response of a certain hero
Who faces down the dragon,
Then casts down his sword, deciding
It's not such a bad sort after all,
And lives in harmony with it.

It lacks the passion of pure hate,
The serenity of compassion.
A sputtering, poorly-fed flame,
Basking in its own lukewarm glow,
That heats nothing, burns even less,
Exists in a self-perpetuating
Lonely winter.
Ciaran Treacy Nov 2012
The more poetry I read,
The more I feel sorry
For consumer culture
And middle-class smugness.

They take such a kicking -
Yet they struggle on.
Ciaran Treacy Oct 2012
The decision point is reached:
Only one path ahead to tread
With single-minded purpose.

A decision finally made;
No more sleepless nights
Or distracted days.

There is no turning back;
No second chances;
No place for "luck".

The cards are dealt, die cast.
Chance has been renounced,
Possible futures lost.

It is done.
The choice was mine.
The end mine too.
The idea for the poem came from Brian Friel's 'Faith Healer' (paraphrased within its text); the title from the Manic Street Preachers's 'Enola/Alone', and an idle semantic observation when bored.
Ciaran Treacy Oct 2012
Living by ideology must be comforting.
The freedom of constraint, the security of single-mindedness.

It gives one a sense of position; rooted
Behind battle-lines, clear division.

I always thought Marxists naive,
But not in the way you might think -
I was impressed by the notion that the ruling classes
Knew what they were doing.
Subjugation is at least part of a plan.

Humanism simply baffles me:
One might as well believe in
The primacy and potential of pigshit.

Even nihilism is ideology; its comforting
Sense of community: "We believe in one Nothing."

Ideological blinkers preserve order
By blocking out the surrounding chaos.

Perhaps I should find something to cling to
Before the rising tide sweeps me away.

(Not poetry.
I've tried that;
Too unstable.)
Ciaran Treacy Jun 2012
Flap after flap, muscles straining,
Any headway immediately counteracted
By a fresh gust.
Every valiant effort proves fruitless;
Fixed firmly in place despite the strain
And frustration.
'Til at last, shifting slightly to the left,
You fly away, unimpeded,
To a new destination.
Ciaran Treacy Jun 2012
(dedicated to Ludwig van Beethoven, 1770-1827)

The inexpressible expressed
In the indefinable.

A reach undimmed by time, soaring,
Falling, twisting, rolling, tugging.
One moment skimming lightly, poised
In fragile marble, shattered by
Mere observation; then standing
Tall atop the world, imperious
Like the hero who betrayed you -
A monument to yourself.

Giving your life to the very
Joy in which you could not share.
The music that entered your head
In your youth never left it,
Reverberating through silence.

Your legacy is victory,
Only enriched by tragedy.
Your struggle echoes across time,
Connecting you with me, and all
Who seek to know and feel, through the
Universal language of the heart,
What it is to be truly human.
Beethoven was a great admirer of Napoleon Bonaparte, and originally planned to dedicate his Third Symphony to him. Upon hearing that Bonaparte had declared himself emperor in 1804, Beethoven violently scratched out the dedication.
Ciaran Treacy Jun 2012
I haven't yet realised the ease
With which the poet allows intimacies
To slip away into the welcoming
Embrace of the reader.

I am no wild Byron, sowing my seed
On all grounds, stony and fertile alike
(Though perhaps that is just as well
For posterity).

I have no cause, no plan, no scheme,
Nothing to fight for or even espouse:
A true postmodern product of a time
Lacking imagination.

A constant running commentary
On myself - a work which does the jobs
Of critics and academics alike -
They must surely be grateful.

So I sit and write myself a letter:
"Solipsism and self-absorbtion
Are a circular labyrinth
With no exit.

"Look outside.
- Sincerely, C. Treacy."
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