Sunday, 17 January 2021

Phil Spector - d. January 16th 2021

I tried to keep it going -
that loving feeling- through
the screaming madnesses,
breached wall of your sound.
You deserve less than these
words, and yet much more.

Saturday, 16 January 2021

Barbara Shelley - d. January 4th 2021

How do you destroy a legend?
Not by the driven stake,
sword-lop or bloodsuck.
O Mistress of the macabre, 
what’s a nice girl like you
doing in a film like this?

Friday, 15 January 2021

Sylvain Sylvain - d. January 13th 2021

That's my kind of trash;
riffing tough, cheap
and only a little nasty,
one foot in platforms,
the other in stilettos,
veins full of raw junk.

Saturday, 9 January 2021

Michael Apted - d. January 7th 2021

Give me the child until they 
are seven; I will show the way

of things - the people you can

and cannot become, the man 

in the boy, the woman in the girl,

enough for this or any world.

Read about Michael Apted here

Tuesday, 5 January 2021

Colin Bell - d. January 5th 2021

From the Ballet on Ice
and quagmires of 1972
exits Nijinsky of the North,
blond sovereign of time,
King of the bluest memory.

Sunday, 3 January 2021

Gerry Marsden - d. January 3rd 2021

This is the last record,
so sing to us of rivers,
torn hearts and storms.
Another dance is over
- safe home, everyone -
but still the night rings
to a sweet silver song.

Sunday, 13 December 2020

John Le Carré - d. December 13th 2020

Reading you was my Fall:
before, glam spies in cars; 
after, a drab inner world,
lamplit by career shadows,
pieces on a board, trading
stock and scalps, made real
by the pen of true Control.

Charley Pride - d. December 12th 2020

After you they undrew 
the lines, wedged open
the Opry doors, spun 
both sides of the disc.
This morning an angel
told me you cannot keep 
a song from being sung.

Friday, 11 December 2020

Barbara Windsor - d. December 10th 2020

Spying, Doctor, 
Camping, Again Doctor, 
Henry, Matron, Abroad, 
Girls, Dick, Giggling,
Flirting, Disrobing, 
Pouting, Bitching, 
Barring, Shaaaahting, 
Struggling, Smiling, 
Carrying On.

Tuesday, 8 December 2020

Doug Scott - d. December 7th 2020

When I face my own ascent
I pray I'll see you up ahead,
tapping in pitons, belaying  
the rope, pointing out 
the favourable pitch, then
reaching down to haul me
up those final few feet.

Chuck Yeager - d. December 7th 2020

A peaceful glide home?
Shoulda gone in '47,
in a burnt-out bullet, 
barrel-rolled or broken 
by unrecoverable spin,  
demon grinning gleefully 
as you hammer 
on those titanium gates.

Sunday, 6 December 2020

Peter Alliss - d. December 6th 2020

In my inner game
I hear that voice -
the amiable duffer, 
every observation
underclubbed in an
overclubbed world.

Thursday, 3 December 2020

Hugh Keays-Byrne - d. December 1st 2020

Death is the Bronze
you cannot outrun, 
even on the swiftest bike,
down the emptiest road.
I will remember you
when I look up 
at the night sky.

Sunday, 29 November 2020

David Prowse - d. November 28th 2020

When I reach that final road
I will see the black sentinel
shrugging off his cloak 
revealing the hero in green
and white, who bids me stop
looks left, right, left again,
then beckons me to cross.

Friday, 27 November 2020

Luke Rhinehart - d. November 6th 2020

One says ticket to oblivion
Two says dark ignominy
Three's merely a someone
Four is the fate of memory
Five's a critic's absolution
Six says you live in eternity

Wednesday, 25 November 2020

Diego Maradona - d. November 25th 2020

This is to mark 
the empty space
you swaggered through,
grass rippling in your wake, 
a squat, lengthening shadow,
half angel, half devil,
hands and feet of a God

Sunday, 15 November 2020

Des O'Connor - d. November 14th 2020

To entertain is to pretend,
not once, but every night,
to be at one with the air,
to hold the note to the end,
leaving a smile like moonlight
shining on an empty chair. 

Read about Des O'Connor here

Friday, 6 November 2020

Geoffrey Palmer - d. November 6th 2020

Bit of a cock-up
on the being alive front.
I blame the Trotskyists,
Maoists, Guardian readers.
Bleeding hearts. The NHS.  
Bloody foreign surgeons.
Bloodsuckers all.
Bloody disgrace.

Read about Geoffrey Palmer here

Tuesday, 3 November 2020

John Sessions - d. November 2nd 2020

We leave little behind
as singular as the heavy
tread of our voice. Find
another voice, find many: 
a chorus of ghosts, sign 
of a craft extraordinary.

Saturday, 31 October 2020

Sean Connery - d. October 31st 2020

Kiss. Shrug off the danger.
Kiss. PPK under the pillow.
Bang. A spectre does not knock.
Bang. Licence revoked.