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November 11, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: And That’s When I Knew I Had Finally Made It
Someone sent me a link to the reddit thread. It said, “Simon Sweetman is a fucking arsehole. I used to work in the same office as him. Everyone hated him”. I had a chuckle. And thought about how the most distressing thing wasn’t what this person had said, it was that I should (technically) know […]Archive
November 9, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Philip Bailey’s Requiem
The trade-off has always been that I value my soul. Told the in-laws, just the other day, about a guy that wrote a most-dreadful book about walking the Chinese Wall – good on him for doing the work but his book was shit. I told the editor of the magazine to find anyone else to […]Archive
November 8, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Driving The Language Home
When someone mentions a thing and tells you, “it’s fine by the way”, maybe they didn’t get the correct attribution or the right amount of attention, it’s actually a very safe bet that it’s not at all fine. If it was fine you wouldn’t know that it nearly wasn’t. Now that you know – you […]Archive
November 4, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Hope
You just have to push on through it’s not pretty, it doesn’t always feel good, but you just have to. You put some new words down and hope. Is it possible you’ll come back to them and feel better about them at some other stage than is currently the case? Maybe not given how clunky […]Archive
November 3, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Capitalism Creeps
Capitalism creeps it seeks out new things to capitalise (on) – the clue is in the name. The name is the game. Look for future markets by looking outside of any market – bring something in if you can smell a big clip of the ticket. That’s the trick. That’s the very ticket – and […]Archive
November 2, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Very Trying
Mum says she doesn’t get why people would order a food-bag at all – Hello Fresh, or whatever it’s called – stupid! It’s just laziness. And you’re only supporting a business; giving money to a business – which apparently isn’t even the case when you buy a cookbook or go to the supermarket. She reckons […]Archive
November 1, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Dominic Hoey: I Thought We’d Be Famous
I Thought We’d Be Famous Dominic Hoey DeadBird Books Here’s one of the great pivots – and it’s taken place over several years – the poet Dominic Hoey, formerly the rapper Tourettes, is still writing about being a dirtbag; his focus is the broken dreams and the silent screams of the artist, struggling or otherwise; […]Archive
October 31, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Deep Funk Groove
So many things just swirl in my head now – the books I must read (let alone the ones I must finish) how I have to listen to all the recordings by all the bands I care about to really care about them how I should give up writing altogether – do anything else but […]Archive
October 29, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Re: Social Media
What a beautiful sunrise Is that on Netflix? Took the dog for a walk, heard the birds chirp. Can you listen to that on Spotify? Saw a funny thing while in town… Pics or it didn’t happen! Bought a nice pair of sandals Did you share them to Your Story? (What’s your Instagram handle?) Caught […]Archive
October 29, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: It’s Tough At The Top But It’s Hardest In The Middle
The comedian Steven Wright has that old line about getting a humidifier and a dehumidifier and putting them in the same room, telling them to fight it out. This is every artist with their self-belief and self-doubt. Ego meets Impostor-Syndrome in the battle to make it to the middle.Archive
October 26, 2019 by Simon Sweetman