a mythical beast, half-man,
half-bike, from an age of
steel frames and iron men,
falling off the pace, swallowed
by the broom wagon of time.
Monday, 21 April 2025
Barry Hoban – d. April 19th 2025
a mythical beast, half-man,
half-bike, from an age of
steel frames and iron men,
falling off the pace, swallowed
by the broom wagon of time.
Clodagh Rodgers – d. April 18th 2025
in a borderless continent,
saw you there in hot pants
and chiffon, swinging
and shaking, bouncing up
from the nostalgia slot
whenever love knocked.
Colin Berry – d. April 16th 2025
Too many stations on the dial:
Strasbourg, Stockholm, Hilversum.
I trawl exotic ether for the comfort,
of a friendly ident. Then, a voice
like the top of the milk, telling me
who and where I am: London calling.
Read about Colin Berry here
Strasbourg, Stockholm, Hilversum.
I trawl exotic ether for the comfort,
of a friendly ident. Then, a voice
like the top of the milk, telling me
who and where I am: London calling.
Read about Colin Berry here
Wink Martindale – d. April 15th 2025
I see the Deuce I think of this life
and the next; the Trey for yesterday,
today and no tomorrow; the Seven
for the seven letters of ‘mawkish’.
And I know, because
I was that Otwituarist.
Paddy Higson – d. April 13th 2025
by its ain faces in thi mirror:
thi girl fae thi schemes in thi
fitba strip; thi copper, dour as
a Glesca doonpour, thi Laird in
thir heilan' hame. We wha ken
oorsels ken yir unkent name.
Jean Marsh – d. April 13th 2025
the surrogate screen,
its shifting cast lists
like a lost-and-found,
a repertory of upstairs lives
in my downstairs world.
Mike Berry – d. April 11th 2025
of outmoded comedy
to distant choruses
of mournful melody,
Ten Acres of fame
sometimes yields only
a modest harvest,
and sometimes
none at all.
Max Romeo – d. April 11th 2025
in a dream, talking of Babylon,
forcing from you a song you
didn’t want to sing. Sing it now,
sing that Devil into outer space.
Robert McGinnis – d. March 10th 2025
flecked with pale pigments
mixed from male fantasies.
I am no artist, and yet I know
that I am not a movie poster
but a novel, shortly to be pulped.
Tuesday, 8 April 2025
Clem Burke – d. April 6th 2025
there's blood on the snare.
Every roll alternates hot and cool,
and every fill is a symphony.
Let every skin shudder,
let the backbeat sing one last time.
Dave Allen – d. April 5th 2025
you will find that essence rare:
the throb of steel-wound strings,
their slap like sinews snapping.
And oh, are we not entertained?
Johnny Tillotson – d. April 1st 2025
short 45s and a long fade-out,
swoonsome girls and misty-eyed
lenses on American Bandstand.
Sing through tremblin’ lips while
you can; Elvis is marching home.
Val Kilmer – d. April 1st 2025
they melt in the Hollywood heat
drain away into backlot sewers.
Life turns down its own sequel,
and for every saint
there are a million sinners.
Trevor Lock – d. March 2025
of an interposing hand
in the presence of
berserkers, the coolness
of an inside pocket
while a hot gun is held
to my unbowed head.
Richard Chamberlain – d. March 29th 2025
to play the tall man in the
tallest of tales, to conceal
the pain of forbidden love,
yet show each moment of it
in each glance, each stance.
Andy Peebles – d. March 22nd 2025
tune the frequency out of time
to wavelengths of a life now gone,
to hear the stations of the mind;
Piccadilly 261,
1053 and 1089.
George Foreman – d. March 21st 2025
leather on skin, shots
that could fell a tree.
The referee cuts through
a jungle’s heat to end it;
a life where, until now,
every step has been
a forward step.
Alex Wheatle – d. March 16th 2025
draws a line of sufferation
from Brixton to Crongton.
So many barricades on
the road from brutality
to beauty; we’ll get there.
Bruce Glover – d. March 12th 2025
- he would have given him
more than one voice, Mr Kidd.
And if at first you don't succeed -
- they say that death can be
a great healer, Mr Wint.
Brian James – d. March 6th 2025
to mess around
with our heads,
setting off your guitar
like it was a cannon,
the bootlegged sound
of relentless slaughter
on a distant Soho
night. Night night.
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