Bob Rafelson - d. July 23rd 2022

The cinema is the road. 

Drive me somewhere 

I don't know, with drifters,

pianists and fake pop stars  

for company. Drive me away

from the heat of the drama

to a place colder than hell.

Read about Bob Rafelson here

Bernard Cribbins - d. July 28th 2022

You stood by the railway track,

watching those of us who were left

moving furniture for the last time,

from the old house and into the store 

of time. We was getting nowhere, 

and so we had a cup of tea,

and then we went home.

Read about Bernard Cribbins here

Paul Ryder - d. July 15th 2022

In a place called Chaos, 

a house band plays; all 

sidemen like you, beyond

form and performance 

in and out of shadows,

fixed on funk, punk, glam,

ever open to misadventure.

Read about Paul Ryder here

David Warner - d. July 24th 2022

Another film, another jag-jawed villain,

another unsuitable case. And yet, glance

in the mirror and there you are, marked

by Satan for gruesome death, sad head 

spinning into nightmares, time after time.

Read about David Warner here

Monty Norman - d. July 11th 2022

Just notes on a score, yes,

but oh, the thrill of the kill,

the shrill squeal of tyres,

the bullet in the barrel,

the fist, the kiss, the cruelty,

mystery, glamour, death, in 

a hundred and eight seconds.

Read about Monty Norman here

John Gwynne - d. July 9th 2022

Into injury time at

Deepdale, Spotlands, 

Boundary Park. 

Elsewhere it is game 

shot and match, game

shot and match. 

There is drama 

in everything 

and nothing goes 

without saying.

Read about John Gwynn here

Tony Sirico - d. July 8th 2022

I’ll make this short and sweet: gone

is the peevish prince of New Jersey,

reptilian in loafers and cream slacks.

A defrocked priest welcomes him to

purgatory, where saints give blowjobs

and even archangels get whacked.

Read about Tony Sirico here

James Caan - d. July 6th 2022

This time I’ll drive us both,

over the causeway, through 

the tolls without stopping,

past the skatepark and the 

bloodthirsty crowds. We’ll go 

to the mattresses, one last time.

Read about James Caan here