AN CAT DUBH

if they airbrushed my face could i be a rocket
     or could i somehow perhaps evolve into a star
a sort of rock star cold and dead long abandoned 
     somewhere out in space (or else temple bar
or maybe blackpool (uk playing an cat dubh with 
     just a hint of irony in my personal remediation pod
what noisy cats are we pipes up mike (oldfield 
     for some reason, chiming with that inane hankie 
dance he always does (but god bless him and god 
     bless this black velvet underground and her peoples 
i'm from a band they used to call U2 we're not from derry
     we're from dubh linn blackpool as you call it there it's
a dead star now the shape and size of a human head 
     (no prizes for guessing whose and this is a song about
a black cat that we may very well have stolen off charles 
     manson who himself had flogged it from the beatles 
(to whom we still haven't actually got around to (like um

        stealing it back? 

                                        she-kaaaaat


Women Live at Paradiso


eyes radar green / 

      the drummer kicks 

it in & (s)he spills her 

beer \

meanwhile        onstage               & as i hit record 

        in paradiso birds 

                                         float

like a light show 

       unsafe            for epileptics               

                                                 i'd describe it as 

         black & white music 

grainy        d-tuned 

                                        & free as a whip! 

crack 

for the deaf           i'd describe it as

                                        still              

i have no                  

                 other 

                                  words - 

         describe 



                                 "snap". 

Cordite 28.1 MULLOWAY

It tickles me pink to announce that MULLOWAY, Cordite’s tribute to the poetry of Robert Adamson, is now online!

Join our guest editor Greg McLaren as he navigates the river of Adamson’s poetry, with new work by John Tranter, Kate Fagan, joanne burns, Stuart Cooke, Adam Aitken, Adrian Wiggins, James Stuart and the mysterious Albert Adamson, Chris de Adamson and Golda Finch.

Get thee to the index page today!

Cordite 28.1: Mulloway online October 2008

Murmur

The summer of 1981 comes like a scene change and I’m lying on my back in the middle of a montage, flat out on the concrete listening to that tape. The hot wind coming off the river is laden with moisture that beads on my upper lip, and crawls from my armpits all the way over my shoulders to my neck.

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