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August 9, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Teetotalitarianism
Alone in a bar without the money or will to drink which is just as well. I bet the first sip tastes pretty good, before it starts to feel too good and so, so bad. I’ve had my share of drinks – and probably your share too. I’ve usually lacked discipline, it’s been a common […]Archive
August 8, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Silver Age
You reckon I should listen to LCD Soundystem again and I reckon you might be right. What a fucking good band they seemed to be for a year or two or three. I wonder if they can light up my world again? In 2007 and 2008 that album was great, Sound of Silver made me […]Archive
August 7, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Power, Structures
The power of story is another story for another day, which is the problem with power rather than the problem with storiesArchive
August 6, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Shot Bro!
I read three poems at the open-mic and I thought they went down well. A serious one about how the expression ‘a barrel of laughs’ comes from the days when the slaves would bury their heads in a bucket of water just so they could laugh, no joy was allowed to flow down on the […]Archive
August 6, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Sweetman Podcast # 224: Rachel McAlpine
Welcome to episode 224 of Sweetman Podcast with support from our sponsors – T Leaf T and Yeastie Boys Now – as you probably know, as well as the usual platforms (this site, soundcloud, iTunes/Apple) you can now get to Sweetman Podcast on Spotify – follow it there and have it saved in your Spotify […]Archive
August 4, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Generation Game
My father begged his dad to let him go to Wellington to see The Beatles. He said no. He was outraged. I phoned my dad and asked for a ‘loan’ of $30 because I had to have the new Smashing Pumpkins CD. Besides, it was a double. So the price was a bargain. He gave […]Archive
August 3, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: I Used To Like Bruce Springsteen Until I Listened Very Closely
Bruce Springsteen mincing hard, a grinning, gurning clown, sweating bullets to let you know he means it – that dull rasp of a voice, no actual bark, even less bite. He’s written some gems, a small handful, but I couldn’t ever let it be thought that I didn’t love some of what he’s done. Though […]Archive
August 2, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: I Don’t Know Much About Art But I Know What I Like
One time when we flew from Las Vegas to Los Angeles, short flight, early on a Monday morning, there was a guy behind me boasting as he crammed a splatter-paint canvas into the overhead – he’d been at the Blue Man Group show the night before and they’d given him the artwork that’s created spontaneously […]Archive
August 2, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: You Can Fail Your Empathy Exam And Still Be A Success – It’s A Test You Have To Keep Re-Sitting Anyway…
I was new to the office and there was a person crying about how they weren’t getting the shifts they wanted, or something. I wasn’t really listening. But I was pulled in, momentarily. Targeted. What did I think about all this on my second or third day? I thought nothing. I couldn’t speak to it […]Archive
July 30, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Great Kiwi BBQ
Where are the new friends since we’re all in this together? The team – which is all of us – banded together, forever bonded, when’s our next meeting? (Which is also the first). Who is making the potato salad and which one will bring the pav – also who’s pouring the sav at the BBQ? […]Archive
July 30, 2020 by Simon Sweetman