With this week’s Uborka Artist in Residence, Ray Davies. Dirty old river, must you keep rolling Flowing into the night People so busy, makes me feel dizzy Taxi light shines so bright But I don’t need no friends As long … Continue reading
With this week’s Uborka Artist in Residence, Ray Davies. They seek him here, they seek him there, His clothes are loud, but never square. It will make or break him so he’s got to buy the best, ’cause he’s a … Continue reading
In this week’s Doctor Pockless’ Poetry Masterclass I’ll be in conversation with Ray Davies. We’ll be looking at the extracts from some of his most famous works and asking if Mr. Davies ought to have been made poet laureate or … Continue reading
beatle bones and smokin` stones The dry sands fall the strawberry mouth strawberry moth STRAWBERRY CATERPILLAR strawberry butterfly strawberry fields All the winged eel slither on the heels of today`s children “Strawberry Fields Forever” yeah roosters ol glass roosters stick … Continue reading
For Jo When melon ripe the bug bemoans The happy crunch of beetle bones Is a source of untold joy As you insectile worlds destroy There falls Sparta, there falls Rome There falls another aphid’s home When empires of the … Continue reading
The late Stanley Finkleter’s verse has been described as “cumbersome” for more than one reason. Here is the second. Melon vine, melon vine Milk of sweet cucumber wine Cultivate me, bathe my eyes Rinse out the nightly Tide of brine … Continue reading
In the nest of A wading stork Where newborn storklets Their cry uncork Might an inclined ear Encounter talk Dissimilarly hued And yet of uniform walk Occasionally rude And occasionally queer Emmanating from The pickled sphere The restless whispers From … Continue reading
on all that strand at end of day steps sole sound long sole sound until unbidden stay then no sound on all that strand long no sound until unbidden go steps sole sound long sole sound on all that strand … Continue reading