Prince - d. April 21st 2016

Tonight all the skies

are purple, peach and black.

You were not so much taken

as taken back.

Read about Prince here

Victoria Wood - d. April 20th 2016

Those angels. Just look;
lacy shifts and feathers.
At their age they should 
know better. Theda Bara
meets Violet Carson.
Black? Very slimming.

Read about Victoria Wood here

Phil Sayer - d. April 14th 2016

Platform 1 

for the 

[delayed]

20.16 

Arcadia Rail 

service to 

Petersgate. 

Please 

mind the gap 

between this life

and any

which might follow.

Read about Phil Sayer here

Gareth Thomas - d. April 13th 2016

I heard rumours of death,

turned my ship 

to your last

confirmed sighting

standard by 12!

It's been 30 years

but stars don’t forget

men like you.

Read about Gareth Thomas here

Arnold Wesker - April 12th 2016

We're done with dumb,

accepting defeat,

with walking down

a no-way street, 

chips with every damn 

thing. We will come

out of the kitchen and eat.

Read about Arnold Wesker here

Merle Haggard - d. April 6th 2016

Your train is coming,
every boxcar stuffed
with lonesome fugitives
copying your style.
It slows, stops. 
One car is empty,
just for you. Climb on.

Read about Merle Haggard here

Erik Bauersfeld - d. April 4th 2016

All that may persist

of some of us

will be a single line,

incidental to the plot

yet destined

to hang in the silence

of the emptying theatre.

Read about Erik Bauersfeld here 

Zaha Hadid - d. 31st March 2016

Plans for Heaven's redesign

are in; 
interplay of glass and void,

curving at the command of steel,

remaking a skyline

in a place without sky.

Read about Zaha Hadid here

Ronnie Corbett - d. March 31st 2016

...later in the show

we put Britain's

tiniest comedian

under the microscope,

but now it's goodnight

from me, and it's goodbye

from him. Goodbye.

Read about Ronnie Corbett here

Johan Cruyff - March 24th 2016

I saw the playback;

you & St Peter

outside the area. 

A jink of the heel

turned him inside out,

left for dead,
had all Heaven

leaping to its feet.

Read about Johan Cruyff here

Barry Hines - d. March 18th 2016

They’re coming out for you;
from trees and grey streets. 
You, who taught them to talk
in their own accent, slip
their jesses, take to the wing.

Read about Barry Hines here 

Paul Daniels - d. March 17th 2016

Turning turgid sleight of hand 
to gold, 
homeliness to handsome profit, 
joker into ace, 
Teesside into Vegas;
Now that's magic.

Read about Paul Daniels here

Sylvia Anderson - d. March 16th 2016

Time to stub out the Sobranie,

leave the mansion of the future.

The Rolls is purring pinkly 
at the door, waiting 
till your final mission is GO!

Read about Sylvia Anderson here

Peter Maxwell Davies - d. March 14th 2016

We are coming out
of radioactive houses,
up Binkie's Brae, 
pulling your piano behind us 
to the place 
where the whole world 
can hear it.

Read about Peter Maxwell Davies here

Ken Adam - d. March 10th 2016

Your body lies, dead wrist
chained to a ticking bomb

beneath the volcano

in a sepulchre built
to your particular design.

Read about Ken Adam here

George Martin - d. March 8th 2016

Your desk has many channels;

bass, drums, 2 guitars, 2 vocals,

strings, screams, howls of acid,

plus one for every soul alive

since 1962.

Read about George Martin here

Tony Warren - d. March 2nd 2016

You’re alive; echoing in drains
on dark streets; empty spaces
where words live; in grains
between cobbles; in faces
shining in the Salford rain.

Read about Tony Warren here

Frank Kelly - d. February 28th 2016

The end lies in wait like a nun,

the smell of God in her nostrils.

Then, a creaking gate, a curse,

one less soul on a lonely island.

Read about Frank Kelly here

Douglas Slocombe - d. February 22nd 2016

The scenes of a dead century
tumble in a gust of light.
They are the harvest of the lens,
gathered from the backlot
of your imagination.


Read about Douglas Slocombe here

Umberto Eco - d. February 19th 2016

I live for books;
for what they say,
for what they signify
by what they don't say.
The books that bear
your empty name,
are shelved in eternity.

Read about Umberto Eco here