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John Andrew Murray is a writer, architect and travelogue publisher.
He was born and lived in west Belfast through the 60s, 70s and 80s at the height of the 'Troubles' in Northern Ireland.
John is from a working class family. He joined a local running club and completed 4 full marathons before he was 16 years old.
He worked for an architects office when he left school at 16 then moved to England at the age of 20 where he continued working and studying part-time.
John began writing poetry in his teens and continued penning prose throughout his adult life. He returned to Ireland in 1999 and settled down in Dublin running an architects department within a development company.
Then is a collection of his poetry over the last 20 years. Like most of his work, Then is a reflection of John's own feelings and is a very personal account of moments in his extraordinary life, where he deals with love, loss, worry, happiness and the wonders the world gives us everyday.
John is still actively writing poetry, plays and provides architectural consultancy.
He is working on his latest project JAM Travelogue where he hopes to bring together his love of city travelling through videos, photos and maps alongside his writing and art.
Other works include And, His Journey and Two Halfs.
John Andrew Murray
John Andrew Murray is a writer, architect and travelogue publisher. He was born and lived in west Belfast at the height of the 'Troubles' in Northern Ireland. John worked for an architect’s office when he left school at 16 then moved to England at the age of 20 where he qualified as a chartered architect. John began writing poetry in his teens and continued penning prose throughout his adult life. Now back in Dublin, he is working on his latest project Jam Travelogue
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Then - John Andrew Murray
Guitar Player
The feet of marching fingers, pacing out the fretted path
Such incision and authority, each note held in wrath
In a sudden swift impulsion, the troops unfold
Re-assembled in precision, senses shattered, still and cold
Nails clipped and shaped to perfection
hurdle the track in every direction
Like dancers on a tightrope
Eyes be-lied by such little scope
Searching trackers in an adventure of possibilities
pick their way through a maze of difficulties
Straying from each-other’s footsteps
Intricately changing as they run
Quickly, slowly, variating
Bliss as they collaborate as one
Through the haze of smouldering nylon
loom fingers blurred by the speed of the strum
While picking fingers elude even the brilliant
Melted strings drip over the resonating sun
The player, captured in his eminence
Unaware of ship or car
as he spills with beautiful music
As he masters the guitar
west Belfast (man)
The rain soaked tear sinking
into grey dry skin hung
below fallen eyes split
with red starburst of dreams long
forgotten
Peppered dots where veins
have rusted, purple and pink
crusting saliva followed by cough
splutter, spit – the death onto ripped tar
A quick ‘what about ye’ and a
‘wa, this ould drink ‘ll be the death of me’
The shoulders hunch, hands
ball fists in pockets barely
warm, slow feet shuffle the
route of school, work, wedding stroll and
death march
Past graffiti walls of hunger strikes
Of memories. Of fallen heroes
war, oppression, in memory of, army, police,
government, of prime ministers long gone – forgotten
Past schools, shops, bookies, bars, shrivelled
bodies shaking in hollow doorways drawing
on cigarettes. Coursing alcohol dulling mind and memory
Another shuffler slides slowly past, ‘morn’
he nods. Their ghostly stares lock, screaming
why, have the clutches of death not rid us?
The post-office queue is to the street again
where benefits are collected only to be re-cycled
into empty cans coarsely thrown into blue plastic bags
Some names change, cultural centres welcome
Community groups grow next to peace walls
Tourists sympathise while snapping every bit of shit
on gable walls, slipping on shit
The dogs are blamed
Another rumble in his chest stops him
He bends hands on knees struggling
Arse now pressed against coloured glass
He straightens to face the new hospital wing
His cough splutters toward what will be his
last resting place. A shuffler in pink coat
wire yellow-white hair stops to ask if
he is alright, turning to match his gaze
‘this place has seen some change’
––––––––
He gulps thick green goo
Chews for a second before departing
it to the street where it sits on generations
of dirt trodden by soldiers boots, workers
steel toe caps, Sundays best leather
white sandals, slippers, Nike
Clarks, dessert and baseball
Wiping his crusted lips he nods a reply
‘some change’
Waiting for the Morning to Lift
McDonalds roundabout
Between Bow and West Ham
The village people packing their stomachs - lining the arteries
Hot coffee against the cold morning mist
Double orange for energy
Dusty boots and branded sweaters
Smiles and chat
Bursting pride of the working man
No need for gel
No need for razors or shampoo
Maybe a brush of the teeth
Maybe a comb of the hair
Then off. Into the dark chill
Metro
Picking up the same free paper
Fed the same opinion
Cowell said this
Madonna’s doing that
Wrong Dress
Council not doing enough
Whole city’s minds are shaped
Shop-keeper
Hole-digger
Hero, Crook, Mother, Priest
Populace is framed
Children are born
into the
Metro-palace
Groups of individuals
Looking the same
Lounging in Shopping Centres
and Starbucks
Independent thought is the
benchmark
We all agree on that
The World Considers
The world will consider
the valour of man
when the day to perform
arrives – be the one
Strength in a soft kiss
Power in kindness
Beauty in silent pause
Colour in song
Breathe in gently
but deep
Lift back your shoulders
and point chin to the crowd
The day has arrived
The night awaits
Curtains ripple
Spotlight pierces the darkness
Tonight the world condenses
into a thousand expectant faces
It’s your time
It’s your duty
Go out and sing
Not for yourself
or friends or family
Sing for legacy
Tonight the world will consider