Sunday 20 November 2011

Stewart Lee on funding the arts



Sunday 6 November 2011

Brittle


Brittle

~

These bone dry bones
will crumble,
If you try to pick them up.
In a sheep's skull
an insect with a headache
tries to eat what the crows left.
And you will panic at the time,
But this will be familiar soon.

Rain rivers flow
thorough your kitchen cupboards.
Stray dogs on the roofs of cars like psirens.
And it will be frightening at the time,
but it will be familiar soon.

Beg for your life
if you think your knees can take that strain.
Wave your white flag in the air
if you want to.
And it will seem pathetic at the time,
But it will be familiar soon.



Michael

Saturday 5 November 2011

THE GHOST

THE GHOST 
 ~
 If you ever saw a ghost, 
Shiver in his sheets, 
A beat up, bruised defeat, 
With bloodied bleeding feet, 
In living fields, 
Tangled up in time, 
Stealing barks from the mouths of dogs, 
And smiles from faces passing by, 
You cross to him slow, 
Ships cross oceans quicker, 
Your short gait, not straight, 
But he'll wait, Like bait caught in teeth, 
Or teeth caught by bait, 
He'll wait. 
So if you ever reach a ghost, 
shivering in his sheets, 
Beat up in the street, 
With bloodied bleeding teeth, 
Your words will not get far, 
Fleeing with your breath, 
Breathing like a man, 
With a bag over his head.


Michael

Musical taste requires no justification...

I like the new Coldplay album. Deal with it. mike