Friday, 28 October 2022

Jerry Lee Lewis - d. October 28th 2022

I have one foot up on the keyboard
as I type this. I am pure trouble, bad 
to my Louisiana bones, and when 
I’m gone all that will be left is a shot
of whisky, a glissando and a loaded gun.

Friday, 21 October 2022

James McDivitt - d. October 13th 2022

The surly bonds of earth slip away,
and stars breathe themselves awake.
Quietly the best version of a man,
you step outside the capsule of yourself 
and swim out into all that darkness.

Austin Stoker - d. October 18th 2022

Bravery is at its sternest
in its quietest moments;
to be it or to play it, both
light up the unlit scene.
I saw you laugh off the cholo;
now, it would be a privilege
if you'd walk outside with me.

Saturday, 15 October 2022

Wolfgang Petersen - d. August 12th 2022

Alarm! Alarm! Spannung entdeckt 
Richtung eins neun acht eins. 
Bring uns runter, Chief, runter 
unter der Oberfläche der Geschichte 
dann wieder runter, tiefer, bis 
wir halten keinen druck mehr aus.

Alarm! Alarm! Tension discovered
direction one nine eight one.
Take us down, chief, down
beneath the surface of history
then back down, deeper, until
we can't take any more pressure. 

Stu Allan - d. September 22nd 2022

You set my young city on fire,
busted a new sound straight 
from warehouse to your house 
to my house, brought the noise 
from Brooklyn to Moss Side
Chicago to Salford to the phuture.

Robbie Coltrane - d. October 14th 2022

Life is tragicomedy, played
not for laughs but for depth
and breadth. Keep it smart,
tender, real, heart weighed
against mind even in death.
Be big, always, as is your art.

Tuesday, 11 October 2022

Angela Lansbury - d. October 11th 2022

It's all there on exposed stock;
sand running through a glass, 
a different face on each grain
as they pass through the neck 
that separates the golden age 
from the age of not believing. 

Wednesday, 5 October 2022

Kitten Natividad - d. September 24th 2022

Into the last valley, honey;
a place for trash pussycats,
ultra-vivid and super-fixated,
shaking what mama gave you
and the surgeons enhanced,
faking it in tassels and a pout. 

 

Loretta Lynn - d. October 4th 2022


Life hands round some bitter pills;
a black lung and a blue voice,
three slices of poor for one of rich,
but here's a number you may know;
we call it heartache. Are you woman
enough to sing it through to the end?