{"id":13577,"date":"2022-04-12T13:21:25","date_gmt":"2022-04-12T12:21:25","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/?p=13577"},"modified":"2022-04-12T13:21:25","modified_gmt":"2022-04-12T12:21:25","slug":"the-love-poetry-of-judas-iscariot","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/casswp.eutonom.eu\/index.php\/2022\/04\/12\/the-love-poetry-of-judas-iscariot\/","title":{"rendered":"The Love Poetry of Judas Iscariot"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 12pt;\">The prize painting in the National Gallery of Ireland is, without a doubt, Caravaggio\u2019s depiction of <em>The Taking of Christ. <\/em>The painter presents us with an iconic image of Judas in the act of betraying Christ with the sign of a kiss, as previously arranged with Roman legionaries, who are depicted in costumes from Caravaggio\u2019s own time.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>In fact, Caravaggio even depicts himself in this great work, bearing a lantern so that he might better see the image of Christ.<\/p>\n<p>I am always reminded of the Rolling Stones song on <em>Exile of Main Street <\/em>in which Jagger sings \u2018don\u2019t talk to me about Jesus, I just want to see his face!\u2019 And of course, Oscar Wilde\u2019s unforgettable lines taken from <em>The Ballad of Reading Goal:<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Yet each man kills the thing he loves,<br \/>\nBy each let this be heard,<br \/>\nSome do it with a bitter look,<br \/>\nSome with a flattering word,<br \/>\nThe coward does it with a kiss,<br \/>\nThe brave man with a sword!<\/em><\/p>\n<p>So, betrayal in art, and particularly embodied in the Biblical figure of Judas, is nothing new. In fact, when I first saw some of Michael Corrigan\u2019s Judas poems, which was around this time two years ago, while co- editing the April edition of <em>Live Encounters Poetry and Writing <\/em>with <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/liveencounters.net\/mark-ulyseas\/\">Mark Ulyseas<\/a><\/span>, I was immediately reminded of\u00a0 Brendan Kennelly\u2019s <em>Book of Judas <\/em>(Bloodaxe Books, 1991) .<\/p>\n<p>So, I was intrigued. It was high time \u2013 twenty year separates the publication of these books \u2013 that a poet from this most treacherous of isles penned a few poems treating of the monumental and time-honoured theme of betrayal.<\/p>\n<p>Indeed, James Joyce never stopped harping on about how Irish history was full of tales of treachery. <em>A Portrait of a Young Man as an Artist <\/em>(1916) begins with the parents of the young artist in question arguing over the betrayal of Charles Stewart Parnell.<\/p>\n<p>Continuing on the political scene \u2013 as a Cork man \u2013 how could I miss an opportunity to bring up the assassination of <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.paddycullivan.com\/event-details\/the-murder-of-michael-collins\">Michael Collins<\/a><\/span>\u2026!<\/p>\n<p>But enough, if I keep enumerating all the treacherous, low down dirty deeds that have been committed down through Irish history and immortalised by writers, and artists I\u2019ll never get started on this review!<\/p>\n<p>But one final word: isn\u2019t it interesting that both Michael Corrigan\u2019s book and Brendan Kennelly\u2019s were published in the UK?<\/p>\n<blockquote class=\"twitter-tweet\" data-width=\"500\" data-dnt=\"true\">\n<p lang=\"en\" dir=\"ltr\">Achtung, \u201cThe best way to serve the age is to betray it\u201d\u2026. The Book of Judas. Brendan Kennelly. 17\/4\/36-17\/10\/21. RIP. \u2013 Bono <a href=\"https:\/\/t.co\/S7rWFC6kHG\">pic.twitter.com\/S7rWFC6kHG<\/a><\/p>\n<p>&mdash; U2 (@U2) <a href=\"https:\/\/twitter.com\/U2\/status\/1450847183692046338?ref_src=twsrc%5Etfw\">October 20, 2021<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p><script async src=\"https:\/\/platform.twitter.com\/widgets.js\" charset=\"utf-8\"><\/script><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Title Poem<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>The title poem of the book greets the reader on the first page, here is the final verse.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>On the night I sold you to the wolves of respectability,<br \/>\nin Gethsemane where sleeping olives dreamed of rain,<br \/>\nI pressed my face to the loamy earth and beneath a moon too cold<br \/>\nto touch,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>I believe I heard her mournful sigh;<br \/>\n\u201cnothing is new, nothing is new,<br \/>\nI have seen it all before.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The poet, imagining himself as Judas makes the figure contemporaneous, which he also does quite successfully with other Biblical figures in the collection, such as <em>Mary<\/em> <em>from Magdala<\/em>. This last poem offers a really poignant insight into the Bible\u2019s most notorious harlot who washes the feet of Jesus with her hair; indeed it is <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/booksupstairs.ie\/product\/the-gospel-according-to-jesus-christ\/\">said by some<\/a><\/span> to be that she was the sexual partner of the man from Nazareth \u2013 he the son God, the lover of a prostitute! Say what you like, but by God that book (the Bible) is a cracker. No wonder it\u2019s a bestseller!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>In Ephesus her end of days,<br \/>\nnights shallow with shortening breath,<br \/>\na mill beneath the small bare room,<br \/>\nmillstones grinding, dark sea lapping at her door.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I also love how in the first verse the poet informs the reader of Mary\u2019s wealthy origins. As an Irishman, Corrigan understands people\u2019s innate prejudices; as we are far more likely to forgive someone coming from a \u2018good\u2019 home, in other words a wealthy family, than a person from a poor background.<\/p>\n<p>This goes back to Max Weber, who recognised a correlation between wealth and respectability, perversely conflated in the West with spirituality. This idea of respectability, signalled very early on in the very first poem \u2013 see again above \u2013 underscores the whole collection <em>The Love Poetry of Judas Iscariot<\/em>; especially how such a notion, being respectable, makes traitors or \u2018Judases\u2019 of us all. It is into this constantly recurring idea that the poet mines, to wonderful effect.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>She sang sea music, fluent in the rise and fall,<br \/>\nknew deep, dark places that calved the biggest waves.<br \/>\nFrom the flat roof of a prosperous house in Magdala, Galillee,<br \/>\nwatched the purple gather of every winter storm<br \/>\nchase small boats to harbour before an angry swell.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>I don\u2019t know how historically accurate any of the above is, nor do I particularly care. Poets were never well known, or appreciated, for their attention to facts, at least in days of yore; metaphor being their quarry to a far greater extent.<\/p>\n<p>It is only recently, I believe, that poets actually have had to literally embody their work in both life and deed, literally breathing words of blessed scripture. Good lord, good luck to them!<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_13579\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-13579\" style=\"width: 1200px\" class=\"wp-caption aligncenter\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"wp-image-13579 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Champagne.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"1200\" height=\"609\" \/><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-13579\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Vineyards in the Champagne region of France.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><strong><em>Terroir<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>Another particular feature of what, I believe, is Mister Corrigan\u2019s second superlative collection is the irreverent and humorous nature of some of the poems.<\/p>\n<p>At times, I was reminded of another stalwart in the recent Irish literary canon, and that is Paul Durcan. Michael Corrigan, being but a few years older than myself, is of that generation that grew up during the Depression in 1980s Ireland, and his humour is deeply informed by the experience of busts and booms, in that particular order.<\/p>\n<p>This is something that you simply cannot imitate. The French have the term <em>terroir <\/em>which is particular to their culture. They use it principally to describe the distinctive flavour and taste of a certain cheese or wine that can be traced to the particularities of weather and soil of the place it comes from in France.<\/p>\n<p><em>Champagne <\/em>is an obvious example of this cultural phenomenon. No other sparkling white wine can use the term unless it comes from this specific region. The French feel other sparkling drinks, such as Prosecco, come from very different <em>terroirs <\/em>with different soil and climates and so cannot possibly be described using the term.<\/p>\n<p>The particular <em>terroir <\/em>that Michael Corrigan comes from is a feature informing the aesthetic of his work; like the shells in the soil that inform that old white wine that comes from Bordeaux and whose name escapes me now\u2026<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>When the dark waters of sleep<br \/>\nclose across my resting butch face<br \/>\nand I become a fat Ophelia<br \/>\nfloating down the weedy slope<br \/>\nof memory, hope and duck billed platitudes,<br \/>\nback to childhood, back to faith,<br \/>\nwhere a diarrhoea fountain<br \/>\nof bare-knuckled nationalism<br \/>\nprovides us with its dullard troops<br \/>\neach one trained to shit on sight,<br \/>\nthe brightest and best promoted to teach<br \/>\nin the places that smelled of failure and feet.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>There are many so-called poets who are praised for their satirical nature. Many is the time that I have read their work and wondered what all the fuss was about.<\/p>\n<p>Poetic trends, like any, come and go . But verse such as the above would certainly qualify as satire of the very highest order. God knows every particular cuntry has its own exasperating strains, and dear old Ireland is no exception.<\/p>\n<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter wp-image-13581 size-full\" src=\"https:\/\/cassandravoices.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2022\/04\/Mediocrity.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"900\" height=\"606\" \/><\/p>\n<p><strong><em>Embracing Mediocrity<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I remember being at an exhibition in one of the older more established art galleries in Dublin and a very famous photographer, who had made his career abroad, commented on how in the Republic we make a point of embracing mediocrity<\/p>\n<p>It is this particular phenomenon, again, that I think Mr Corrigan is particularly good at eking out. Begrudgery being another!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>when masters came to class tooled up<br \/>\nand the biggest looters wore the best suits,<\/em><\/p>\n<p>Every society has its particular issues. I\u2019ve lived long enough in France to spot some there, and having lived with an Italian for over twenty years, I am qualified to identify that country\u2019s or rather its peoples, foibles.<\/p>\n<p>What Corrigan is particularly good at putting his finger on here (both of the above quotes are taken from <em>Unlearning my Place<\/em>) is the atrocious competitiveness produced by living on a small island, where everybody is fighting for their portion of the land.<\/p>\n<p>You also find it in the novels of <span style=\"color: #0000ff;\"><a style=\"color: #0000ff;\" href=\"https:\/\/www.panmacmillan.com\/blogs\/crime-thriller\/inspector-montalbano-series-in-order-camilleri\">Andrea Camilleri<\/a><\/span> describing Sicily. The cold, brutal violence of the <em>mafia <\/em>in his case. In the Republic of Ireland, things are a lot less dramatic. Dead is the word. Everybody is caught in a kind of entropy that James Joyce identified on page one of <em>Dubliners \u2013 PARALYSIS. <\/em><\/p>\n<p>The disease has not gone away. Irish society, in general, is still plagued by it. The absolute awfulness of social convention. The tiresome scene that informs everything. Even poetry!<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><em>Choose friends wisely,<br \/>\nenemies will self-select,<br \/>\nsmiling like tigers or growling like bears,<br \/>\nan arm around your shoulder<br \/>\nwhile pissing down your leg,<br \/>\nthe welcome will be warm<br \/>\nbefore you\u2019re taken out and shot.<\/em><\/p>\n<p>The indirect nature which seems to govern everybody\u2019s speech, the coded chatter, the back stabbing nature that it all creates. All the atrocious hallmarks of the \u2018Irish\u2019 when at home; behind the smiling eyes: the daggers in their bones.<\/p>\n<p><em>The Love Poetry of Judas Iscariot <\/em>\u2013 <em>Poems by Mick Corrigan <\/em>is a wonderful collection of both poetry and verse. The first is infused with Biblical insight and learning, while the latter is concocted with sharp and bitter knowledge won, no doubt, first-hand by the author who thinks so little of the slights by now that he has made it the stuff of polished rhymes and memorable phrases.<\/p>\n<p><em><strong>The Love Poetry of Judas Iscariot: <\/strong><strong>Poems by Mick Corrigan<br \/>\n<\/strong>Dionysia Press Ltd, 2021<br \/>\n59 pages &#8211; \u00a315.50<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The prize painting in the National Gallery of Ireland is, without a doubt, Caravaggio\u2019s depiction of The Taking of Christ. 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