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Wednesday, 30 October 2024
Christopher Hitchens for Vanity Fair 2008, 2023
Mark Collett with Stage IV advanced Metastatic Melanoma, 2024
Andrew Leak (Tug Haven, Dover), 2024
Andrew Leak (Tug Haven, Dover), 2024
45cmx35cm
Oil on Expensive European canvas
A poem I wrote some months ago, about an arson attack by Andrew Leak on a Border Force centre for processing migrants in Dover, Kent. He supposedly was reading Tommy Robinson's Enemy of the State at the time, alongside Mark Collett, a neo-nazi political activist and former chairman of the Young BNP. A lot of the poem has a sort of convulsed roaming lyric in the form of 'a Yaxley.
Leak died hanging himself with a regimental tie at a nearby petrol station in the driver's seat of his white Seat following the attack, described as using crude incendiary devices. He was never part of any regiment, it was tie purchased from a local charity shop.
At the end of Brendan Behan's play An Giall, Leslie is a Cockney solider held hostage in Dublin lodging house in exchange for an IRA man who is to be hanged in Belfast. Civic guards (Garda) accidentally shoot him on a raid in the house. The Bells of Hell is sung as his corpse rises & he sings along. I'm singing it right now, incidentally.
Tuesday, 15 October 2024
The Other One (draft/unfinished)
Hard-core prigs my love amulet
on a righteous rsvp meal ticket
all the way to burgundy fiends
cuspids in rosette bower to bower,
your detached name signets
bright saltirewise
the other one, the wrong people
elf, dream demon hair grows
sackbodies money & rain
belong together in Moorgate
remember corporate umbrellas
sat under a weld stoop the shorecrud
detached from my soul of company
your name air-kissing
the cerulean British Transport Police Mosaics
I guess its yours now just
sadness sticks on my wrists
feelings in sleep NCP London clay
what no meat on Fridays,
just breadcrumb trails
glass pitches too low to climb for rain
lips that hide gloms
of golden saxifrage
The Sixth Carbon Budget
& the purlieus of Argyle Square
gauchistes hum
what solidarity is left to stay
now peerless vents feed you air