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April 2, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Knives Out
the CEO of the big magazine company once held a knife to my throat – woke me in the dead of night, and from behind the dead of his eyes he told me in his best drunken disguise, that he very much loved his girlfriend…and that the whorehouses he used – with his discount card […]Archive
March 31, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: All Hail
Sure, I could point to almost any other Prince album before it and a few after it as being “better” – but the sentimental favourite will always be Prince’s soundtrack to Batman; not the actual score and basically the soundtrack to the movie of Batman that was playing in Prince’s head. Prince the star. Of […]Archive
March 30, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The World Is Turnin’/I Hope Neil Young Don’t Turn Away
Neil Young said that just because his problems were meaningless that didn’t make them go away. He’s said a lot of things but he’s seldom been better than when he said that, when he wrote and recorded On The Beach, in a deep funk, in a sad state, in a depressed rage – his friends […]Archive
March 29, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Collective Agreement
all our dreams are on hold so take a deep breath and be grateful and maybe even consider it sneaking in a wee dream that for us – and for now – we can still do thatArchive
March 26, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: This Is Not A Poem About COVID-19 It’s Actually About How We’ve Been Forced To Take A Month Or So Off Being Cunts To Each Other – But We’ll Start Again When The Virus Stops I Reckon.
We have all been asking each other how we’re doing and saying hi in the street. When a virus infected your computer it stopped you from communicating online, slowed you right down, and made you suspicious – of your own behavior and anyone else’s too (URL). Now that a virus is taunting your town and […]Archive
March 23, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Above All To Thy Own Self Be True
There was this busker in Wellington in the 1990s they called ‘Kenny’ on account of the fact that he always played The Gambler and had a cowboy hat and a frosted grin – he was like a wax figure from the flea-motel version of a celebrity-lookalike museum and his leather jacket stank of bourbon. He […]Archive
March 22, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Getting Ready For Freddy
A Nightmare On Elm Street was the one that cured me from getting scared – or worried at all – by horror films. The entire franchise, I mean. Not just the first film. But certainly the first four are the ones I adore. Well, number two is a bit shit (sorry!) But it gets a […]Archive
March 21, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Whole of His Middle-Class Guilt Slipped Out Through The Hole in The Middle-Class Net
I’m not sure I can take much more of this, he said. His takeaway Tupperware overflowing.Archive
March 20, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Bob Dylan At Live Aid
When Bob Dylan took the stage at Live Aid it was with the biggest hype you could get at that time, personally delivered by Jack Nicholson. The crowd was screaming and Bob mumble-strummed – lost in the 1980s – he part introduced Keef and Ronnie from the Rolling Stones, some guys that decided to come […]Archive
March 19, 2020 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Video Store Homily
I worked in a video store – but only for a few weeks. I wish it was longer. But it was still a good time. And this was in the time of VHS tapes. Actual videos. I’d grown up, in some sense, in the video stores of New Zealand. Renting anything that needed to be […]Archive
March 17, 2020 by Simon Sweetman