Tuesday, 27 August 2024

Sven-Göran Eriksson – d. August 26th 2024

We have to to believe in style,
in how the game is played;
with charisma, effort, libido.
We have to trust in tactics;
this might only be half-time,
we might still turn this round. 

Alain Delon – d. August 18th 2024

Être frais comme un printemps éternel.
Être éclairé comme le jour, par votre propre feu.
Avoir des ennuis; ce que tu penses, dis.
Être beau, même jusqu'au bout.
Vivre là où les autres ne peuvent jouer la comédie.

 
To be cool like an eternal spring.
To be lit like day, by your own fire.
To be trouble; what you think, say.
To be handsome, even to the end.
To live where others can only act.

Gena Rowlands – d. August 14th 2024

The frame’s edge is always
blurring; the edge of love, of
sanity, decency, where youth
tips into middle-age, where
celebrity pales into ambiguity,
where you turn into your myth.

Edna O’Brien – d. July 27th 2024

They will ban you and they will burn,
those men who would be gods. Rage
from a pulpit of words so we may learn
of little emancipations on every page.

John Mayall – d. July 22nd 2024

The band traveled the hard road to get
back together again and play for you;
the Class-A team, rootsmen and virtuosi,
stoned bassists, witchdoctors, even God,
strutting through the door you held open.

Abdul ‘Duke’ Fakir – d. July 22nd 2024

It is the nature of golden ages to pass away,
for harmonies to break, only to be re-sung.
The empty sidewalks on my block used to play
your songs, the sad symphonies of the young
and lovelorn. I reach out. They are still there. 

Ray Reardon – d. July 19th 2024

The blood flows fresh on the baize tonight;
the chalk-marked victim lies on his back.
For those of you watching in black and white
the Count of the Cue is the one in the black.

Bob Newhart – d. July 18th 2024

Th-there’s a guy dead you say?
No, I’ve never heard of him either.
Oh th-that guy? Well maybe…
Oh yeah, I heard that sketch too.
Yeah, I guess it was pretty funny. 

James B Sikking – d. July 13th 2024

The shoot is over; the Nimrod of
Hill Street sloughs his uniform,
pipe and hat, shakes the starch
from his voice and combs steel
from his hair. He holsters his
sidearm, smiles, and stands down.

Ruth 'Dr Ruth' Westheimer – d. July 12th 2024

Doctor, I have a question: I am
a consenting adult, lost in the
labyrinth of my body, ignorant of
the shapes and sounds of love,
needing advice or, preferably
a diagram. Is this normal?

Joe Engle – d. July 10th 2024

There will always be a place in the sky
for an old-fashioned stick-and-rudder guy,
slipping the bonds of blue and into black,
measuring life’s curvature and coming back.

Shelley Duvall – d. July 11th 2024

It’s snowing again in the Rockies,
each flake falling like lines from
the coldest script. You are there,
kooky and unnatural yet terrifying,
eternally gothic, strange, overlooked.

Joss Naylor – d. June 28th 2024

Some are made from a twist of wire,
running their race away from crowds,
driven by the climb and an internal fire,
one foot in the fells, one in the clouds. 

Robert Towne – d. July 1st 2024

Forget it, Robert,
it’s Tinseltown -
a place where nothing
is real and yet everything,
where words
that might be yours
leap from the script
into the mouths of legends.

Kinky Friedman – d. June 27th 2024

Here’s to the quick and the kosher,
desert contrarians who chip away
at the foot of every edifice, who see
sacred cows with a slaughterman’s
eye, blow smoke in a redneck’s face.