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September 16, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Flat On The Terrace
i walk along the terrace, see the flat i lived in for years and years i had no cares, back then, beyond knowing where the next CD was going to come from. my flatmates thought i was mad. and these were people that cheated on their girlfriends, took carving knives with them for late night […]Archive
September 12, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: ISO
the aperture of memory… the old photographs don’t contain me – I broke free found my way to anywhere else, to where(ever) I’m meant to be…out on the road taking stock of anything else – no people, no subject, no reason but to be free. That’s always the reason.Archive
September 7, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Name-Drop…What A Cock!
the night we launched the book we went out for a bit of a feed after, and more drinks – not too many, mind. I had a big interview the next day. And a mate of mine – with experience talking to camera and interviewing everyone – told me I really needed to get my […]Archive
September 2, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: decade
The first time I thought about what a decade meant – what it truly, actually means – is when I heard Neil Young’s compilation, called “Decade”. It’s a double tape, or CD – and a triple album. I first heard it when I was about 12 or 13, a decade on I was still hooked […]Archive
August 28, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: full fathom five (someday i’ll lie)
i wrote a book, and when it was done – when i had the first one, i took it up to my brother’s place. it sat on the table all weekend – and no one said anything. a new book probably didn’t know it had to compete with a new house – and couldn’t of […]Archive
August 24, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Sweetman Podcast: Episode 130 – Bill Manhire
Welcome to episode 130 of Sweetman Podcast with support from our sponsors – T Leaf T, Yeastie Boys and La Petite Chocolat. It’s Poetry Day! So I had a chat with Bill Manhire. We had in fact planned this for last year’s Poetry Day but I dropped the ball I guess, got behind, I can’t quite remember…but I do know I’ve […]Archive
August 23, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Agitation Aggregation
Yeah, she said, I know that, she said. Yeah, she said, I know that, she said. Underneath is the time, and the stuff we cannot understand, nor even begin to, is all of the filter. Underneath is the time, and the stuff we cannot understand, nor even begin to, is all of the filter. “Consciousness…” […]Archive
August 22, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: All The Vestiges of the Incommensurable Nomenclature
the imperceptibility of it allArchive
August 14, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: John Prine Showed Me His Pussy On Instagram
I love John Prine, he’s a songwriter’s songwriter, a hero to many – though not as well known as he should be. He’s going to have even more of a following if he keeps behaving the way he is right now on Instagram. He started following me – and I didn’t even tweet about it […]Archive
August 12, 2018 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Two Badges
Two badges on my bag, The Ultimate Warrior and Joni Mitchell. Perhaps I can boil my influences down to just those two – (all else somewhere in-between). The Ultimate Warrior sent me a Christmas card once. He’d changed his name to – simply – Warrior. He didn’t wish me well, instead offering me an affirmation. […]Archive
July 29, 2018 by Simon Sweetman