{"id":21,"date":"2009-05-09T14:56:00","date_gmt":"2009-05-09T14:56:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/?p=21"},"modified":"2009-05-09T14:56:00","modified_gmt":"2009-05-09T14:56:00","slug":"michael-murphy-poet-rip","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/2009\/05\/michael-murphy-poet-rip\/","title":{"rendered":"Michael Murphy, poet, RIP"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a onblur=\"try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}\" href=\"http:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/uploaded_images\/Picture-4-704652.png\"><img decoding=\"async\" style=\"float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 195px; height: 320px;\" src=\"http:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/uploaded_images\/Picture-4-704382.png\" border=\"0\" alt=\"\" \/><\/a>My friend and colleague Michael Murphy died yesterday after a long illness. Michael, who was only in his early forties, was a fine poet and a lovely man. I wish I&#8217;d known him better, but shortly after he started to work at Nottingham Trent he was laid low by the brain tumour that was to cause his death. I last saw Michael in August, at the National Wildflower Centre in Liverpool, where he lived. He was launching a pamphlet of poems, &#8216;Allotments&#8217;, written during his 2005 residency at the centre. Michael was in good form that evening but, when we talked, had no cause to be optimistic. His was a heartbreaking long goodbye. To the left is the one decent picture I snatched, of him signing our copy of his pamphlet. George Szirtes was also there that night and has written about Michael <a href=\"http:\/\/georgeszirtes.blogspot.com\/2009\/05\/michael-murphy.html\">here<\/a>. I&#8217;d like to send my condolences to Michael&#8217;s wife, Deryn, and to their young children, Eira and Felix. Rather than try and explain what made Michael such a good poet, I&#8217;m going to type out one of his poems so that you can see for yourself. Perhaps the most appropriate choice is the title piece from his second full collection, published by Shoestring in 2003. <\/p>\n<p>Rest in peace, Michael.<\/p>\n<p><b>Elsewhere<\/b><\/p>\n<p>Do you remember burying the thrush<br \/>we found late out on the cinder track<br \/>beside the railway; perfect as a mammoth<br \/>swaddled in a coat of soil and permafrost,<br \/>how you wrapped him in a Kleenex<br \/>among broken pots, split canes and bulbs<br \/>sprouting in the loamy darkness<br \/>under your dad&#8217;s shed?<\/p>\n<p>                                               All night,<br \/>at opposite ends of the city, we waited<br \/>to see if &#8211; if &#8211; feathers, beak and all the<br \/>intricately coiled stuff<\/p>\n<p>had, with morning, ascended.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My friend and colleague Michael Murphy died yesterday after a long illness. Michael, who was only in his early forties, was a fine poet and a lovely man. I wish I&#8217;d known him better, but shortly after he started to work at Nottingham Trent he was laid low by the brain tumour that was to cause his death. I last saw Michael in August, at the National Wildflower Centre in Liverpool, where he lived. He was launching a pamphlet of poems, &#8216;Allotments&#8217;, written during his 2005 residency at the centre. Michael was in good form that evening but, when we talked, had no cause to be optimistic. His was a heartbreaking long goodbye. To the left is the one decent picture I snatched, of him&hellip;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-general"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.davidbelbin.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}