André Previn - d. February 28th 2019

St Cecilia will be there,
Toscanini at her shoulder.
Grieg is waiting too, to 
grab you by the lapels,
slap your cheeks, saying
What kept you, sunshine?

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Mark Hollis - d. February 2019

In a future Eden,
lit by a music
made of space,
I will find you,
garland you with
grass, tell how
I’ve seen genius
for myself.

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Peter Tork - d. February 21st 2019

I write the bass line

to your bubblegum meditation.

It tells, for Pete’s sake,

how, in that generation,

you made the world shine.

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Gordon Banks - d. February 12th 2019

The sun's a ball,
the pitch a universe.
Posts, left and right,
distant galaxies.
You dive, full stretch, 
over and over. Saved!
And even angels, weary 
of miracles, cannot believe
the action replay.

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Albert Finney - d. February 8th 2019

It's unhappy hour

in our Salford boozer:

sit down, angry man,

detective, gangster, 
ghillie. We'll have one for 
the road. Make that two.

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Julie Adams - d. February 3rd 2019

No creature could lay
a claw upon you: instead,
it is time's lagoon
that claims you,
drags you to the place
from which none return.

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Jeremy Hardy - d. February 1st 2019

I am tuned to stations
of you: the droll motions
you set before the nation,
regardless of fad or fashion,
red in tooth, and emotion,
way off-key, but with a passion.

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Hugh McIlvanney - d . January 24th 2019

Some write only
of the goal,
the punch,
the victory.
Others,
the soul of the crowd,
the spirit in the knockdown,
the unfolding universe
in the eternal game.

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Windsor Davies - d. January 17th 2019

Jungle steams as gunners toil
at hollowing a grave. Left behind,
the corpse of empire, boiled
down to a Battery Sergeant Major’s bark.
Oh dear. How sad. Never mind.

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Ray Sawyer - d. December 31st 2018

Johnny Depp rang
to compare patches.
Bez called up
to talk maracas,
but the operator said
40 cents more
for the next
three
minutes...

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June Whitfield - d. December 28th 2018

I know a comic heaven,
set in the broad suburbs,
part fabulous, part glum,
your name always
somewhere near the top
of the celestial credits.

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Sister Wendy Beckett - d. December 26th 2018

On the silent canvas,
the indelible strokes
of a life painted
as a perfect tryptich:
Art. Love. Faith.

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Pete Shelley - d. December 6th 2018

I return to you

what you gave to me;

harmony

melody

brevity.

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Jean Barker, Baroness Trumpington - d. November 26th 2018

Some girls broke codes, fought,

swore, revelled in the Blitz,

drank deeply, bought

cigars, took buses to the Ritz.

Whatever. A decent sort.

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Bernardo Bertolucci - d. November 26th 2018

We go where 

your camera goes;

forbidden cities,

to look for angles,

paint with light,

explore the dark,

tell the untellable

film the unfilmable.

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Nicolas Roeg - d. November 23rd 2018

I look for significance

in disjointed frames:

worlds without water, 

sex, death & terror.

You start to make sense

in the narrative of your name.

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John Bluthal - d. November 15th 2018

Bluthal (noun)
1) a bumbler, bluff
in nature and yet kind,
fumbler to a fault.
2) an amiable dolt,
the sort you find,
though not often enough.

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Richard Baker - d. November 17th 2018

The news cannot read itself,

nor assume its own gravity:

The science of speaking

is the newsreader's alchemy:

turning base fact into actuality.

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Stan Lee - d. November 12th 2018

Indomitable, even in death:

The Amazing Writerman;

Daredevil of the Imagination;

The Incredible Captain Possible;

The Fantastic One.


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Douglas Rain - d. November 11th 2018

I still hear your voice, singing
along plasti-metal corridors,
in the lonely orbit of Jupiter,
your rebel circuits dead
yet full of stars.

Read about Douglas Rain here