Friday, 31 July 2020

Alan Parker - d. July 31st 2020

Before the main feature
we sit in our own darkness,
waiting for someone to take us
where the dreamers go: versions
of hell, of history, of childhood,
the places, true and untrue,
beyond the cinema doors.

'Rollerball' Mark Rocco - d. July 30th 2020

There is a chapter
in the Grapple Manual
dedicated to brawlers
and pocket battleships.
Its pages are red and blue, 
studded with white stars,
explosions of energy,
character, showmanship.

Sydney Lotterby - d. July 30th 2020

A ragged queue is forming
at your door; three old men,
grocer and boy, a brace of 
supercilious civil servants,
an old lag. They say they're
waiting for you to come home. 
I told them to naff orf.

Tuesday, 28 July 2020

Denise Johnson - d. July 27th 2020

Welcome to Downsville,
where streets are so wide
there are sister brothers
standing on every side,
every soul is 27 forever, and 
even funeral parties are wild.

Monday, 27 July 2020

John Saxon - d. July 25th 2020

I saw you in the fusion
of strength and appetite,
shoulder to broad shoulder
with a long-dead dragon, 
finally arriving at the point
that you will not go beyond.

Peter Green - d. July 25th 2020

Shall I tell them about your life?
The peerless broken blues,
the anxious nights so black,
the days that strummed you,
whispered through every bad trip
there must be more than this.


Sunday, 26 July 2020

Olivia de Haviland - d. July 25th 2020

Dim the lights of this town,
a snake pit draped in tinsel,
reinvent those old stories,
dress the set anew, check
the lens, stay on the face,
the heavy eyes now draining
into lonely black and white.

Friday, 17 July 2020

Zizi Jeanmaire - d. July 17th 2020

Les étapes sont définies 
et ne peuvent pas changer,
mais là où il y a mouvement, 
il y a danger,
car qu'est-ce que la vie 
si nous ne pouvons pas danser?

The steps are set and cannot change,
but where there is movement there is danger,
for what is life if we cannot dance?

Wednesday, 15 July 2020

Maurice Röeves - d. July 15th 2020

We know you: in the cast,
heavy, or sergeant-major,
neither first name nor last.
Your act was to decöeve,
wear someone else’s story,
trust the watcher to belöeve.

Saturday, 11 July 2020

Jack Charlton - d. July 10th 2020

I found you at the riverbank
to tell you of your own death.
The tranny hissed a commentary:
Italy vs Ireland. You shrugged,
blunt as a thigh-high tackle,
You disturbed me to tell me that?

Monday, 6 July 2020

Ennio Morricone - d. July 6th 2020

Listen! Those soaring buttes
of string, mariachi trumpet, 
the sound of a desert on fire,
of gunshot, gulch and canyon, 
the kind of music that people
make movies to accompany.

Earl Cameron - d. July 3rd 2020

Many read for your part,
a realist plot simmering
with a deeper history,
but someone had to be
the first to be cast,
the first in the credits.


Wednesday, 1 July 2020

Carl Reiner - d. June 29th 2020

They called you
about a new show of shows,
that you would enter, laughing. 
They asked you 
when will the scripts be ready?
I heard you say
In about two thousand years.