21 Dec 2012

Last Exit



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I'll be concentrating on writing (drinking) over Christmas. So I'll be submitting a lot of work for publication in the new year (being tired and lazy and probably hungover). Going to leave the blog for the next couple of weeks, to focus on being productive elsewhere (wearing trampy track-bottoms and eating crap). Have a good break y'all. Be Excellent to one another.

19 Dec 2012

Pabs


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Newton



Back in the olden days before my knees turned to concrete, I used to meet up with this guy (and some other weird little dude from New Cross who has since decamped to LALA Land) and skate about after buying comics off him. Newton was always a good artist and for some reason it's taken me this long to link him up. So go HERE and check it out.

17 Dec 2012

Old work


You should really be doing something else.


Look at the earth from space
Be kind to the elderly
Cross your fingers not your eyes
Make bruises show in public
Waste no more time or money or hatred or thought
Kiss your mother
Find a father
Have a baby or 5
Leave the country
Learn something
Take a life
(Any but your own.)
Watch the moon rise quietly and laugh out loud at the
Insignificance
Of
It
All.


14 Dec 2012

On the performance of the performing poet.



  
Do these poets and poetesses desire a career on the
Silver screen
Name up in lights
Flowers down at
Feet? It seems that way tonight.

Would they rather they were a singer or rapper
The label ‘poet’ as just a temporary affliction?
The question hangs in the air.

They writhe and shout and contort themselves while lost
In the moment (Or if not the moment then a moment.
Yet still nowhere near Jimi inside the Star Spangled banner)

And exuding confidence, the crowd falls
In line
Laughing
And then the dreaded WHOO
I hate the whoo

Call me a traditionalist
Call me an old
Man
Call me a hater and jealous and better than you
And I am all these things

But some words are meant to be read
Not read
Out
And while there are exceptions to the rule – this
Particular night was saved by SW – they are few

It is for Carl GJ to discern the introvert/extrovert ratio
I am just here to listen
To make it through to the beautiful reflection of the
Cold and dark, in one piece

Back home alone in my small silent corner
To write about them while they
Tour the stages of the
World.