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Dermot Glennon

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Last blog entry: 12 days ago

Profile updated: Tue, 2 Dec 2008 09:47:23 am

 

Biography

Fairly well-known on the northwest circuit, Dermot Glennon generally slips under most people's radar. He has no firm views on the nature of poetry, or if he does then he keeps them very quiet. Most of his poems are about peace, love, flowers and cute puppies.

Samples

Anti-war poem. (A protest poem about the war in Chechnya)

I’m working in a Chechen kitchen cooking chickens
Should I cook these chickens Szechwan or Cajun
Just catching chickens coshing ‘em and chucking ‘em in a casserole in a Chechen kitchen’s clearly incorrect
As is choking chickens and chopping ‘em up with chips
Chief chef in a Chechen kitchen is a difficult affair
So I’ll move to Czech republic and be chief chicken chef out there
I would be chuffed to be chief chicken chef in a Czechoslovakian kitchen
Because Chechnya is a pain in the arse to say
And anyway damn this confounded war… thing

Every Object Tells a Story


Every object tells a story
My doctor says don’t listen
The knife - for example -
In the kitchen drawer
Orates parables of chances missed
And two people hanging on
After the love has gone
My advocate has warned me
Of the danger of admission
So I won’t go on

The spade in the shed
Leans up against the wall
Engaging weary potterers
And holding them in thrall
As it recounts with sparkling eloquence
Dread things that it recalls
Of its youth, the truth
The awful truth,
The work that it has done

The bump in the lawn
Eyes me with suspicion
Well – one would, in its position!
As it salvos forth forlorn
Dramatic monologues in which
The fresh cadavers twitched
Under cover of full moonlight
The night that it was born
On which the deed was done

The wrinkles on the face
Of the man at his computer
Speak of time; and time again
They whisper to the quiet
Of loves lost, friendlessness
And inebriation
They say: "j’accuse, j’accuse -
You can only blame yourself"
And wonder at what could have been
Had you left yourself open

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.

Last blog entry

Have yourselves a jolly little Christmas poem

Posted on Wednesday 24th December 2008 4:50 pm

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If I don't get a white Christmas,

I'll turn the dial that makes it snow.

If I don't get a white Christmas,

I'll kill the switch that lights the sun,

and I'll line up those responsible,

and execute them one by one.

The Christmas elves will shit themselves

with good old Christmas Fear,

if I don’t get a white Christmas

this year.

 

 Peace on earth at  Christmas time.

Goodwill to all and pantomimes. And,

Frosty the snowman was a frozen lump of fun.

He was made out of snow and the children know

I’m going to blow his fucking brains out

with my automatic gun

and fire a nuclear missile into North Korea,

if I don’t get a white Christmas

this year.

 

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Nabila Suriya

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Thu 1st Jan 2009 01:09

thank you for being supportive and I hope we get a chance to meet soon - look forward to seeing the article once it's all up and running.

Also, it is good tomeet someone who believes in reading and education in relation to our own development of writing!

 

DG

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Wed 3rd Dec 2008 10:15

I wanted something to accessorise my ermine robes and I saw that hat I thought it was to die for.

 

Gus Jonsson

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Wed 3rd Dec 2008 00:26

Why the Matador outfit Dermot?

 

DG

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Tue 2nd Dec 2008 15:34

Thanks Steve, and if I get someone sacked for laughing, I will burst with pride - people getting sacked while reading that poem was probably what the city analysts had in mind when they were predicting 2 million unemployed by the end of the year.

Paul - who knows? Maybe I was, maybe we all were. Maybe that's how we got here.

 

Steve OConnor

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Tue 2nd Dec 2008 12:48

Whilst reading antonioni's Salford poem I came across your very own Salford poem.

It made me laugh out loud. At work. I found myself on the receiving end of strange looks.

One day they'll sack me. Probably. You'll be responsible. Partially.

I'm intrigued by your biography and find myself breathless with anticipation, waiting for the inevitable masterpiece about a peaceful puppy's love for flowers. You wouldn't lie in your biography, would you?

Keep up the good work. And the bad work (important!). I'd hate to think that any aspect of your life could be thrown out of balance.

 

Paul (Admin)

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Tue 2nd Dec 2008 10:15

Dear God DG you look like you've been painted by an ancient Dutch Master - just how old are you?

 

Siren

Mon 1st Dec 2008 19:10

Yes. I suggest you go right back to the basics young man, and start again. You are obviously one of these experimental Johnnies, and there is nothing wrong with that as long as it's done in the privacy of your own home. You may find my 'recipe for an experimental poem' will be of some help. I have posted it on the rhyme thread of the discussion forum. You, and other young poets (I can tell you're a mere whippersnapper by your daguerrotype), will probably find my guidance very beneficial.

 

DG

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Mon 1st Dec 2008 17:54

Rather annoyingly, that's fair comment on the Chechen chickens one. Even more annoyingly, that is the one "poem" that I have managed to sell more times than any other poems I have sold, and for the most money in any one sale too!

 

Siren

Mon 1st Dec 2008 17:10

Bloody rubbish! I can't believe people are showering praise on this unadulterated ordure. If I had a pound for every time I had heard some half-arsed performance poet spouting about 'Chechen chickens' I'd have £17.37 by now. It doesn't even rhyme or scan properly. It's people like you who bring the world of poetry into disrepute. If I had my way you'd be sent away to fillet fresh fish fignons in Fiji or mince migratory mackerel morsels in Madagascan motel mezzanines.

The 'object' one was ok, though.

 

Richard Brooks

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Thu 21st Aug 2008 08:43

I know what you mean. I do feel compelled to leave someone a comment because they have left me one. I find the whole thing quite narcissistic, its a shame that one needs a comment to allow them to believe their poetry is good. There are however a few poets on the site who are more 'honest' than most and actually leave constructive criticism (which I am here for, I generally know whether right or wrong, what is good about my poems but Im blind to my own weaknesses) Darren for example. Do you attend the gigs?

 

Richard Brooks

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Wed 20th Aug 2008 15:59

I read your posts on the what is poetry? argument posted by myself originally and you sounded so intelligent and confident of your opinions I alsmost hoped I wouldnt like your poems! But of what Ive read I have to say I've enjoyed and found your choice of words and language engaged me alot into the world of your poem and created very vivid images. I love the subtleness of the image of the spade against the wall. Thanks. Richard

 

DG

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Sun 10th Aug 2008 13:39

You are very generous indeed with your praise, but all I really achieved was to bring the two sides together and get them to start talking and listening to each other rather than bombing each other, eventually bringing peace and stability to the region; so my role was really quite minor. Nonetheless, it remains a very poignant poem to this day.

 

paul

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Sun 10th Aug 2008 10:05

In the annals of recorded poetry I can't think of any poet better than you, you are (to quote another great poet) simply the best!

 

DG

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Sat 9th Aug 2008 11:15

Thanks Paul, and I know what you mean about the imagery - reading that one back I almost get the feeling that I'm actually there and that I can practically taste those chickens!

 

paul

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Sat 9th Aug 2008 08:09

What an absolutely marvellous poet you are DM! Your imagery is breath-taking, you scan with the best and your rhyme is sublime.
;)

 

Sandre Clays

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Tue 22nd Jul 2008 22:46

I don't quite get the chickens, but you're obviously a fantastic poet.

 

Darren Thomas

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Sun 20th Jul 2008 23:03

Dermot - I've just got back from the Howcroft. I'd just like to say that I thought your poem about an 'orchestra' was superb. This performance poetry 'thang' is doing your poetry a world of good. Well done.

 

Janet Ramsden

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Sun 13th Jul 2008 01:57

Hi Dermot, just want to say i think you did a fantastic job as compere on Thursday at the Tudor. You managed to keep us all entertained with both your own work and your repertoire.
God only knows how you rattled off so many introductions in flowing extracts from their work, but well done. It was a pleasure to meet you and hope to see you again soon.
Lots o love. Janet.xx

 

paul

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Mon 16th Jun 2008 06:57

That's a beard and a half DG!

 

Janet Ramsden

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Mon 16th Jun 2008 00:13

The chicken thing could be quite embarrassing on a live open mic night unless you're good at tongue twisters. Although i suppose if you got it wrong it would be nice if the people laughed with you rather than at you. Better still when one can laugh at their own mistakes.
"Every object" screams "objection, subjection and intervention." All kinds of everything in this one. I enjoyed them so much i read them several times and still want to see more in them.
Thanks for entertaining me. janet.x

 

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