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, 
unaware 
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