Tina Turner - d. May 24th 2023

Turn up the jukebox and listen
to the sound of soulful thunder,
shot of bourbon and hit of acid,
a rhinestone shimmy and a voice
like salt water and molasses. 

Read about Tina Turner here

Rolf Harris - d. May 10th 2023

We all bought your canvas; a fake.
Couldn’t tell what it was till too late;
layer on layer of a betrayer’s paint.
A predator’s hand. A monster’s face.

Rolf Harris

George Logan - d. May 21st 2023

The 70s: I still can’t tell if it was the birth
of a Sapphic Utopia, or its death-throes;
dear old ladies bickering at the piano,

gender-fluid played as a spectator sport,
dragging up our past, and our future. 

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Martin Amis - d. May 19th 2023

The written word fades from the living page.
The author shrinks, chapter, line and letter,
leaves the ghost of his own plot, character,
dialogue, becomes a space for a life to fill.

Read about Martin Amis here

Andy Rourke - d. May 19th 2023

That sound; an elastic bass,
cutting through the fey poetry
and the guitar sweetmeats,
driving secrets into the light,
a sound that never goes out.

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Linda Lewis - d. May 3rd 2023

All those cuts from the decade
of bad dreams - was that you
in my headphones, five octaves
from baritone to archangel?
Eight bars in and I know for sure
you’re not a little girl anymore. 

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Gordon Lightfoot - d. May 1st 2023

Sundown on the prairie
is when the songs come knocking;
ballads of drowned sailors,
of lovesick troubadours walking
nowhere, lonesome railroads
and love, sung like ghosts talking.

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Wee Willie Harris - d. April 27th 2023

Play it one more time:
that degenerate sound,
a hormonal explosion,
sung like a seizure
by a creature
one-third ape,
one-third suit,
one-third out of control.

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Jerry Springer - d. April 27th 2023

Makeup and hair have done
what they can for him, Barnum
of brownstone and trailer park.
He waits off-set for his final cue
to hold our feet to the fire,
to hold a mirror to our faces.

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Peter Martin - d. April 19th 2023

You were written small, a line
or two in the ensemble of North,
the quiet soul at the back door
who lets themself in and one day,
without warning, bursts into song.

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Harry Belafonte - d. April 25th 2023

You came so far to sing the news,
to mend the bucket and its many holes,
to serenade the ending of long night,
nobody’s slave and nobody’s fool.
Daylight comes. Time to go home. 

Read about Harry Belafonte here