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March 18, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Joni Mitchell Doing Blackface
Joni Mitchell in blackface back when no one gave a shit – also she’s a woman, so was probably making a joke of it – or some kind of comment about being oppressed, and knowing other people that were, and her jive-talkin‘ character there on the cover of her Don Juan’s Reckless Daughter wasn’t racist, just reckless. The […]Archive
March 17, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poetry at The Fringe – Sunday, 17 March, 2019
You never know when something special is going to happen. We’re lucky to have too many events and moments of entertainment and distraction, we cannot possibly get to a fraction of them – so how would we know about all the special things we are missing. And the horrific slaughter in Christchurch just this past […]Archive
March 13, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The Method and The Madness
I’ll tell you how I come up with these poems, since you never asked. It’s guesswork framed by some memory that almost happened, or it’s the toned-down reimagining of an ugly truth. I’ll start with something real – then imagine how it might have ended. Or I’ll drift towards a truth, by inventing some sort […]Archive
March 10, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Eddie Van Halen Was At One Time The Greatest Guitarist In The World But He Was Apparently A Bit Of A Prick
This one time I met a friend of a friend – they were all ‘she’s great, she’s so into music’ or something like that. and so at some point we’re all at this restaurant and I can’t remember the story exactly – but it was about people that are good at things but are total arseholes, and the whole […]Archive
March 9, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Remember When Prince Was The Weird One?
Remember when Prince was the weird one? Taking Kim Basinger on a date to a cemetery, recording a duet of Scandalous black roses strewn – and they fucked on the floor on the studio, or did they? Darling Nikki and the right to fap – created the parental advisory sticker, had Tipper Gore all in a flap, the purple one mystical as shit the rumours swirling like paisley park pinwheels blowing in a manufactured […]Archive
March 5, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Breathe, The Pressure
first it was the news that the guy from The Prodigy had died. and just as you were wondering if all those people filling the timelines with much-loves and R.I.P.s and look-after-yourselves would have posted about The Prodigy on that day if he had not died it was suddenly in – news to hand – that ‘Dylan’ from Beverly Hills 90210 was […]Archive
February 28, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: You + 1 On The Door To The Shit-Show
Something’s happening in the culture, and it’s reminding us there’s almost no culture. There’s actually only a bubble that protects a minority so sure there’s culture. And a far bigger bubble filled with morons and monstrosities and far worse than that, monotonies. It’s distressing. And deeply depressing. It’s absurd to see it as it’s unfolding, […]Archive
February 24, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Pursuance
Soon we won’t need conversations at all. They currently exist so that one person can tell another what they know and won’t budge on. They’ll talk and talk and wait and hope to be told they’re right. (But they already know that – even if they don’t know much else). We are cutting down on […]Archive
February 19, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: Beatles Theory
A lot of people seem to think that Paul McCartney and John Lennon hated each other – were competitive, and the band broke up, and that Yoko was a pesky nuisance as well. The Yoko thing? That’s mostly racism. And sexism too. Paul and John are on the record as having had a bit of […]Archive
February 17, 2019 by Simon Sweetman
Poem: The tuatara in the playground
recently, someone was telling me that the tuatara in the playground in Cuba Mall (I call it a playground, it’s a slide and this fucking tuatara-thing) is the most pointless playground-thing around.Archive
February 16, 2019 by Simon Sweetman