Saturday, 9 October 2021

Rick Jones - d. October 8th 2021

The moving finger plays 
and, having played,
moves on to a place 
where songs are whimsy,
angels are made of paper 
and life is just a length of string.

Thursday, 23 September 2021

John Challis - d. September 19th 2021

We can hear you, Aubrey,
way down here in the Nag,
horse-trading with angels,
sealing the deal with a laugh
like a tommy gun, 
one part adenoids,
three parts scorn.

Melvin Van Peebles - d. September 21st 2021

What was sweet about 
your baadasssss song
was not the song 
but the singing of it;
a revolutionary chorus,
stealing their own scene,
collecting their dues.


Richard H. Kirk - d. September 21st 2021

Through murk of interference
comes a drum pattern, blunt
as a drop-forge, and your voice,
distorted, flanged, phased:
This is the voice of the Republic;
stand by for a new manifesto
- beats, bleeps, menace, freaks.

Sunday, 19 September 2021

Jimmy Greaves - d. September 19th 2021

After your life of action replays,
a whistle blowing full time
over and over, you in a suit
instead of blood-red shirt, 
the ball still finds its way
to your feet; the saddest man
in the stadium, and the sharpest.

Friday, 17 September 2021

Clive Sinclair - d. September 16th 2021

A solemn procession winds
through our streets, a column 
of whirring white hearses,
each conveying components
of a man before his time,  
who made the world bigger
by making it smaller.

Monday, 13 September 2021

Maria Mendiola - d. September 11th 2021

We'll meet at the eternal disco;
you'll be dressed in sleek strings
and a bright halo of boogie. Maybe
you'll do your dance; a floorshow
for the ages, where everything's
too exotic, and just a little shady.

Tuesday, 7 September 2021

Jean-Paul Belmondo - d. September 6th 2021

Vive les essoufflés ;
ceux dans les rues 
ou entre les draps,
leurs sourires disant non, 
rien n'a d'importance,
pourtant agir comme 
si chaque petite chose 
était importante.

Long live the breathless;

those on bloody streets

or between bedsheets, 

their smiles saying no, 

nothing matters, 

yet acting like every last 

little thing matters.

Monday, 30 August 2021

Grange Calveley - d. August 22nd 2021

Here is a dog. Here is a cat
Here is a life undrawn.
Wobbly lines. Wobbly mind.
Wobbly days, all gone.

Lee 'Scratch' Perry - d. August 29th 2021

You built a boat of sound for us,
a black ark of your imagination,
charting underwater frequencies, 
madness lurking in every channel,  
upsetting the world with iration.

Tuesday, 24 August 2021

Charlie Watts - d. August 24th 2021

Listen to the engine playing;
fills with no frills, on tempo, 
less-is-all, never straying,
suited and sharp as a hypo,
directing madness from a stool.
Only the hottest can be this cool.

Sunday, 22 August 2021

Don Everly - d. August 21st 2021

The price of love
is what it demanded
from you; to be the half 
that made a whole, 
imperfectly indivisible, 
that for the rest of us
half of something 
was everything. 

Saturday, 21 August 2021

Peter Corby - d. August 20th 2021

Late checkout for a dreamer;
now we old guests will break 
shortbread together, cluster 
in crisp slacks at your wake,
drink Nescafé with creamer
in your utilitarian memory; 
a 5-star mind in a 3-star world.

Wednesday, 18 August 2021

Sean Lock - d. August 16th 2021

There is no punchline
for you; no one-liner
for a moment’s laughter, 
but your surreal estate,
a deadpan 15 minutes,
then misery ever after.

Monday, 16 August 2021

Gerd Müller - d. August 15th 2021

Ich bin einmal mit Der Bomber geflogen;
er hielt sich wie ein Paket
aus Gelgnit, unhandlich,
ticken, ticken bevor es explodiert
in Stücke von sechs Metern.

I once flew with Der Bomber;
he held himself like a package
of gelignite, impossible to handle,
ticking, ticking before exploding
to smithereens from six yards.

Read about Gerd Müller here

Saturday, 14 August 2021

Nanci Griffith - d. August 13th 2021

I thought I heard 
a lonely sound;
of hope, peace, 
the instruments of 
our common band.
I hoped it was you,
but it was just
another voice
in another room.

Thursday, 12 August 2021

Una Stubbs - d. August 12th 2021

The last time I saw you
was up East; painted cheeks,
spangled eyes, buttoning on 
a smile like a rising moon,
half-waving from the window
of the red double-decker
that carried you away.

Read about Una Stubbs here

Sunday, 25 July 2021

Jackie Mason - d. July 24th 2021

From Brooklyn to the Catskills
the laugh’s on us; hotel tills ring
and punchlines are real punches.
A rabbi steps from the wreckage
of his joke; woman looks up from
her borscht, whispers nervously
are we allowed to laugh at that?

Friday, 16 July 2021

Andy Fordham - d. July 15th 2021

Old Viking steps from a longboat,
sways, smiles, and takes aim.
He is the gentle drunken warrior,
his people baying at his back. 
Sometimes such love is enough; 
Sometimes it is too much.

Read about Andy Fordham here 

Sunday, 11 July 2021

Raffaella Carrà - d. July 5th 2021

Quando dicono
canti troppo forte
ballare troppo velocemente,
mostrare troppo,
butta indietro la testa
cantare, ballare,
fare l'amore selvaggio
e fallo, fallo di nuovo.

When they say

you sing too loud,

dance too fast,

show too much,

throw back your head,

sing, dance, 

make wild love

and do it, do it again.