who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
Tuesday, 16 December 2025
Rob Reiner - d. December 14th 2025
who offered me a part in his movie;
maybe waiting tables, an extra in a
courtroom scene, a lonely novelist.
I asked what he wanted from me;
I want answers, he said. I want truth.
Sunday, 14 December 2025
Joanna Trollope – d. December 11th 2025
in thrall to he said she said,
the touchable worlds of love,
whether imagined or illicit,
or sometimes even true.
Someone should write this
down; we may be touched by
the significance of small things.
Stanley Baxter – d. December 11th 2025
Hollywood in a Glasgow studio,
a man with a thousand voices,
none of them his own, and yet
all of them. Parliamo Tinseltown,
parliamo the lingua franca of joy.
Sophie Kinsella – d. December 10th 2025
to travel; a paperback
is a seat in First Class,
a gold card. Live a life
you could never afford,
where nothing is perfect
but everything balances
at the turn of a final page.
Raul Malo – d. December 8th 2025
on a forgotten cantina
down by the border.
A couple dance
by the jukebox.
A voice like añejo
please let her know
that I’m well.
Frank Gehry – d. December 5th 2025
screw them up like rejected blueprints, fold
their planes into curves and corrugations?
It might be possible to twist dreams inside out,
and turn these meditations into a metropolis.
Steve Cropper – d. December 3rd 2025
guitar, bass, drums, keys - tight,
and sharp, all the right moves,
like thunder, lightning, all new
licks made entirely out of light
by the Colonel of the groove.
Billy Bonds – d. November 30th 2025
where men are wrought from iron,
a number branded into their back,
a dream of Saturday beaten into
a breastplate with an old hammer.
Tom Stoppard – d. November 29th 2025
as an idea; who will speak it?
Who will speak against it?
Who will be changed by it?
The idea sleeps in the pen of
its writer, and only awakens
when it is time to be spoken.
Pam Hogg – d. November 26th 2025
stitched from skins of dead punks
and supermodels, bought from a
boutique on a dead-end street.
We know style moves on; till then
we’ll wear our art on our sleeves.
Jimmy Cliff – d. November 24th 2025
a sweet sound from the yard,
neither dread nor dancehall,
the sound of the flowing river
we all must cross someday.
Gary ‘Mani’ Mounfield – d. November 20th 2025
the sound of a city drowned out
every other song in the world,
where a bassline could crumble
suburbs to dust, and to survive
meant you were made of stone.