“The same hand that can write a poem, can knock you out with one punch – that’s Poetic Justice.” “Irish” Wayne Kelly
We Irish have been known for millennia as a dichotomic enigma, the land of savage warriors that preserved learning during the Dark Ages then experienced crushing poverty and famine while the average country peasant was fluent in Latin. A land known for song and the sweet science, brawlers and bards.
In the John Wayne classic “The Quiet Man”, Wayne plays a retired heavy weight boxer raised in Pittsburgh returning to the land of his birth (Innisfree, Ireland) to find peace and makes friends with Reverend Cyril Playfair. The Reverend himself had boxed before turning to God decades earlier, and conspired with Father Lonergan (the Catholic priest of the village) to marry off fire-haired Mary Kate, resulting in shenanigans and an epic donnybrook ending in singing and friendship and peace in the village.
Poetic Justice is the Catholic priest and Protestant reverend working together to help love and peace grow.
Poetic Justice not wanting to fight, proving you can, and then being able to live in peace once you have demonstrated you are adept at violence.
Poetic Justice is Steve Harvey being told by his teacher he was a fool for saying he wanted to be on TV, then sending her a TV every year now so she can watch him.
Poetic Justice is the guy that failed his college writing assessment sending the professor his best-selling book.
Poetic Justice is the dirty cop being arrested and the bully getting their butt kicked and the pretty mean girl getting a huge zit right on their nose. Sometimes it’s karma. Sometimes it’s someone acting as karma’s agent and helping fate along. Poetic Justice comes in many disguises.