Collected Poems: 1981–2016
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Excerpt from Introduction by Iain Sharp:
"Irishness, Maoritanga, proudly held working-class values, rock 'n' roll, buses, trains, ferries, Baudelaire – you'll find them all in this book. Moods vary from poem to poem, as you would expect from a lifetime's work. Inevitably, there are moments of sadness and a deep anger at social inequities underlies some of the satire. Yet what strikes me most when I leaf through Michael's collected poems is how often the tone is celebratory. What prompts Michael to write? I think he's driven by a need to pay homage to the people (whether pop stars, pals or partners), places and times he's loved. There's an inextinguishable joyousness at the heart of Michael's work that makes reading him an upbeat and uplifting experience."
Michael O'Leary
Michael O'Leary was on the founding team of Bain Capital’s social impact fund. Previously, he invested in consumer, industrial, and technology companies through Bain Capital’s private equity fund. He has served as an economic policy adviser in the United States Senate and on two presidential campaigns. Michael studied philosophy at Harvard College and earned his MBA from the Stanford Graduate School of Business. He lives in New York.
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Collected Poems - Michael O'Leary
Collected Poems: 1981–2016
Michael O'Leary
Published by Michael O'Leary, 2023.
COLLECTED POEMS 1981-2016
MICHAEL O’LEARY
Earl of Seacliff Art WorkshopEarl of Seacliff Art Workshop
Paekakariki
© Michael O'Leary 2017
Introduction © Iain Sharp 2017
Cover Image: Tricia Pink
Cover design: Mark Pirie
https://michaeloleary.wordpress.com
ISBN 978-0-473-38831-7
This book is copyright. Apart from any fair dealing for the purpose of review, private research and criticism as permitted under the Copyright Act, no part may be reproduced without written permission from the copyright holder.
CONTENTS
Introduction by Iain Sharp
Michael O’leary By Michael O’leary
PART ONE
T.A.B. Ula Rasa
Rübesahl
Shake Speer’s Faith
The Destruction Myth
Walter Pater Stripped Bare By His Bachelors Even
Neo-Sticky Fingers
PART TWO
Kia Aroha
Kia Aroha – Rua
Kia Aroha – Toru
Kia Aroha – Wha
Kia Aroha – Rima
Kia Aroha – Ono
He Waiatanui Kia Aroha
In North East Valley
Mystery Look From the Eyes of Her
Scarf
Te Moemoea o Aroha
On The Death Of Your Mother
Us At The Funeral Of John Patrick Kennedy, 1994
PART THREE
Sonnet For A Child
Another Dream Of You, Too!
Reality Dreams
The Imaginin’ Of Megan
Fences Fall
The Mind Of My Lai Revisited
Sonnet For Victor O’Leary
Sonnet To Hilary Baxter
Irony And Impressionism In The Twenty-First Century
Hone Tuwhare: A Personal Memoir
Sarah
For Rowena
Spoken And Unspoken Love
Mortality Sonnet
Love Sonnet
Words Worth
Sonnet Of The Phd
Only a Poem
Sonnet To My Father
Saturday Night
Samoan Sonnet
Sonnet For A Marriage
Sonnet To Katrina
Tsunami Sonnet
Sonnet For Lyndy Mcintyre
Sonnet Written Upon Reading Selection 14 Of Dr. Johnson’s ‘The Ramber’
For that Moment
Passing Young’s Lane
Gulls At Paekakariki
Nigel Cox’s Body Becomes Its Own Holocaust Museum
How Typical Of You
A Sonnet For Malcolm Murchie On Turning Ninety
Dancing With Doktor D
Dining With Doktor D
Four Elizabethan Sonnets
Manchester United Vs Auckland 1967
Ping Pong Sonnet
Headlines Sonnet
A Sonnet To Ché Guevara*
Easter Sonnet: 1916-2016
As A Soldier
Songs
Farewell to the Hotel Paekakariki
The National Anthem Of Occussi-Ambeno
Mazeppa 4-4-Ost
The Doogan Super Spirit-Level
Satires
Poem Addressed to Poets
Literary Warfare
James Brown Writes It Down: Just Goes to Show a Blue Man Can Sing the Whites
Si, CK – a Rap!
South Sea Doggerel
I’m Cryin’ Mama
Not Fade Away
It is strange
A Ling
At the Shrynk
Christmas Surprise
PART FOUR
Meeting Te Rauparaha
Seacliff Amore
Waiata for Leanne
Shooting Star
Universal Mind
While Your Guitar Violently Wails
Nuclear Family — A Fragment
For My Father In Prison, 1965
To Cherryl
Kia Cherryl
To My Mother
Touch and Smell and Taste
To Litia
Across This Sky of Yours
Dark Knight
Untitled
Haiku Trio for St. Valentine’s Day
Revolution Song
Watching Ghosts
A Minor Transition: Platypus to Taniwha — 1974 to 1978
Make Love and War
Speculation
Fragile Network
Witches New Year
Flip Side of the Ballad of John and Yoko
The Last 48 Seconds of Kurt Cobain
Breaking Beyond
On the Tip of My Tongue
Poem to Your Grandmother
For Maria
Poem for Thijs
Hong Kong Handover
Bob Dylan, A Visitation
So Long Leonard Cohen… A Farewell
I am a Stone
Noa/Nothing I
To the S9 Track Gang
Elegy to Lester Bell (d. 9/9/99)
Dedikation to Graeme Collins – A Man of Our Times
Beware of Falling Hippies
Love Poem
Rolling Through Skies Clouds Both Beautiful and Threatening
Ebb and Flow
It’s Like a Sunday Night
Her Voice
Storm Warning
Tahana
Tahana
Russian Roulette
Black Russian Poem
Ring It!
The Ballad of Ryan O’Corky
Untitled
Skull
Ka Mate, Ka Mate, Ka Hore Ka Ora
Elegy for Diana Parsons
Five by Five
The Internal Soldier: (A Different Kind of Soldier’s Tale)
Mercedes
He waiata ki taku tuahine
Poem for Sandra Bell
Aotea Square — Centre of Culture
Kia Tahana – After Thirteen Years
Paneta Street
PART FIVE
Walking Beside Shadows in Soft Rain
Onehunga
Oscar Wilde Park*
Doomsblay*
From P.H.D. TO PhD
Another Round
Return Journey
After the Flood
History of a River
Train to Work Day
Rock and Cave
Torbay, Torbay, Torbay
Takapuna (Buy the Sea)
Torbay Revisited
Love is Compared to the Fast-Flowing Out-Going Tide of the Manukau
Manukau Harbour
Okahu Bay
Okahu
Otara — Have a Banana
30 Cent Inner City Fare
Morningside Station
Livin’ ina’ Aucklan’
Pakuranga Lemonade
To One of the Wild and Beautiful Rivers of our Land
Reflections on the Effect of the 1981 Springbok Rugby Tour on the Mentality of the Kiwi
Bastion Point — Koha 22/5/88
From: Fantastic Modern Japanese Travelling Alphabetical Haiku
Dunedin Paraclete
Trolley Bus Dialectic
The Railway Line
Three Paekakariki Fragments
Foreshore in Black and White (Paekakariki 2004)*
Hāereere
Que Pasa New York, Statue of Liberty Said Come!
Down Through the Lampgrain
Southerners Crossing Amoré
It’s Not the Leaving of Wellington
Auckland Revisited
Dunedin, 2006
Songs of a Tokyo Greengrocer
Thursday Night at the Naval and Family
Moving Again — Overnight Train
The Earl’s Progress
A Penrose Pineapple
Remuera Dreamtime
6.15 Waiheke Ferry to Auckland, Wednesday 20 July, 1983
Way to Work, Way to Go!
The Craic, the Kai, and the Whiskey
Station to Station
Appendix to Station to Station
Disappearing Railroad Blues Sonnet
Track Gang & Shunters at Paekakariki
Self Deception
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Also by Michael O’Leary
HeadworX
INTRODUCTION BY IAIN SHARP
In the early 1960s Michael O’Leary’s father and my own sometimes drank on Saturdays at the DB Hotel in Queen Street, Onehunga. They were not acquainted, but I like to think of the two of them nodding convivially to each other as they fetched their whiskies and beers from the bar. They had identical strategies with the sons they were supposedly looking after. Claiming just to be ducking in for a single quick refreshment, each would slip his boy a shilling for a milkshake in the dairy across the road from the pub, then disappear for a good hour or more. No matter how slowly Michael and I sipped through our straws, we would invariably be left with time to kill between the completion of our milkshakes and the re-emergence of our dads.
We would roam up and down Onehunga, peering into shops, none of which opened on Saturdays back then, bar the dairy. We would circumnavigate the DB Hotel's enormous carpark. And we would loiter in the lobby of the State Picture-house, inspecting posters and stills for current offerings until the manager shooed us away. The State specialised in lousy but respectable G-certificate family
films with titles like Yukon Vengeance (thrills with the Northwest Mounted Police
) and Caribbean Gold (blazing adventure as pirate kings clash
).
I wish I could claim my friendship with Michael began when we were boys, but I was a shy and warily untrusting kid. During our Onehunga jaunts, I sometimes spied Michael from afar, but I kept my distance. Later, though, when we got to know each other, our proletarian ancestry (with household libraries consisting of Commando war comics, Best Bets and the Beatles Monthly) was an important part of our bond. The huge difference in our backgrounds, however, was that my parents survived to support me though university and beyond, but Michael's died when he was sixteen. From an early age he has had to make his own way in the world, relying on his wits and manual labour. During the hippie era most of Michael's friends could scuttle home for handouts or fridge raids when their experiments with impoverished Bohemianism were not going so well, but for Michael this was never an option.
Michael's poems reflect his life: hard-scrabble, insecure, generally skint, but buoyed up by laughter, love and carpe diem pleasures. Why does public transport feature so much in his writing? Because he's never been able to afford a car. True, if Michael had pursued money more ruthlessly, he would have amassed much more of it, but it was always the world of art and literature he sought to inhabit, not the world of commerce.
The first time I saw him as an adult was in early 1974 at an Auckland University seminar on Janet Frame, where the author's sister, June Gordon, was one of the speakers. Long-haired, barefoot and bedraggled, Michael came bounding in and greeted June with a big hug. I immediately formed the erroneous impression that he was Janet Frame's illegitimate son. I'm still inclined to think my mistake was merely literal. It has a kind of wonky metaphorical truth.
A few months later I was walking to the student cafeteria with one of my English lit classmates, John Curry, when Michael, who had acted in plays with John, joined us. Our first conversation was about poetry. Michael showed John and me a poem he had just completed and I recognised in it an allusion to Bob Dylan's 115th Dream, a terrific but not especially renowned song from Dylan's 1965 album Bringing It All Back Home.
Looking back, I take two things for this early encounter with Michael. One is that he's never written for a coterie; he's happy to share his poems with anyone who'll look or listen. The other is the profound impact of rock and pop lyrics on us baby boomers. Dylan, Lennon and McCartney, Ray Davies, Paul Simon, Leonard Cohen, David Bowie – they were our canon before we discovered Wordsworth, Coleridge, Byron et al. Michael was, in 1974, a walking encyclopaedia of song lyrics – and he remains so today.
But he has long been a reader as well as a listener. For many years he has run secondhand book shops full of out-of-the-way fare. Even before he set up the first of these businesses, intellectual curiosity took him in quirky directions. One volume he introduced me to in the early days of our friendship was Dinner at Magny's, Robert Baldick's account of the fortnightly gatherings at Cafe Magny in Paris's Rue Mazet, where Flaubert, Saint-Beuve, Renan, Turgenev and the Goncourt brothers traded wisdom, gossip and witticisms. At various times, in Dunedin and Auckland, Michael has tried to create his own version of the Magny dinners, transforming through a stubborn imaginative effort the sorts of restaurants he could afford on a tight budget into haute cuisine and his ragamuffin cronies into the finest minds of the age. Part, at least, of Michael’s self- conception as a poet is a droll, raffish, dandified Parisian Romantic of the Second Empire. If he’s Janet Frame’s illegitimate son, he’s also Baudelaire’s bastard brother.
More important than the French tincture, though, are Michael’s Irish heritage and his immersion in Polynesian culture, jointly exemplified in his famous greeting Kia ora, begorrah!
Michael has long been acutely aware of the Irish (as opposed to the English) literary tradition, especially rebel songs, Wilde, Joyce Beckett, Spike Milligan and the Pogues. By and large his writing practice has followed a Joycean model: challenging experimental fiction, yet relatively plain-speaking, emotionally direct poetry. Equally, Michael has recognised from his youth how much New Zealand depends on Maori and Pacific input for its vitality. He made the effort, years ago, to learn te reo Maori. The most significant relationships of his adult life have been with Polynesian women.
Irishness, Maoritanga, proudly held working-class values, rock ‘n’ roll, buses, trains, ferries, Baudelaire – you’ll find them all in this book. Moods vary from poem to poem, as you would expect from a lifetime’s work. Inevitably, there are moments of sadness and a deep anger at social inequities underlies some of the satire. Yet what strikes me most when I leaf through Michael’s collected poems is how often the tone is celebratory. What prompts Michael to write? I think he’s driven by a need to pay homage to the people (whether pop stars, pals or partners), places and times he’s loved. There’s an inextinguishable joyousness at the heart of Michael’s work that makes reading him an upbeat and uplifting experience.
Iain Sharp
Auckland, February 2017
MICHAEL O’LEARY BY MICHAEL O’LEARY
I was beamed down by the Mother-ship in October, the month of our Lady, 1950 the Year of the Tiger. As a Libran I am a well- balanced person who is continually being thrown off-balance. I chose Auckland as my birthplace (i.e. let down centre) because of its thunderstorms and movie theatres. I am at present touring the South Island in an attempt to contact my spaceship (the air is clearer). I have been in Dunedin six years waiting for a sign. I have so far only discovered an advanced colony of Aliens from the galaxy of Ōamaruvia but I’m still searching.
Thank you for being so polite.
PART ONE
T.A.B. ULA RASA AND OTHER BEST BETS
The Earl of Seacliff woodcut by Nigel Brown
T.A.B. Ula Rasa
Nga mohio o te tangata wairua
(the emergence of an Orakei Bastard)
Caravaggio, Michelangelo, Leonardo,
Illuminated Manuscripts, Raphael, David,
Manet, Monet, Modigliani, Picasso,
Duchamp, Rossetti — all these names meant nothing to the boy.
But as he walked through the large,
Forbidding double church doors he
Entered the world which emulated
The spirit of all the artists mentioned. In the shabby, fractured,
Flaking plaster statues and effigies
Surrounding the walls and altar
Of the suburban holy place he
Experienced the same grandeur and expectation inherent
In the approximation of the spirit
Which these artists fulfil in their
Task to bring their works of human
Suffering and joy into plastic manifestation. Every Sunday
The boy would be subjected not
Only to the dark vagaries and subtle
Hopes engendered by the canon
Of the Catholic Mass, but also his eye was given the comely
And inspirational beauty the aging,
Chipped artworks and icons presented.
As the morning sun shone through
Stained glass windows and the rays landed on the bloodstained
Open-handed Christ on the Cross
The magnificent sacrifice became
Embedded in the boy’s mind as
‘Artistic Vision’. Such dramatic and emblematic scenes
Held in the soul of the young boy
As he tried to make sense of his
World outside art and religion.
The struggle to comprehend the secular machinations
Of