Nicola Beckett on BANANAS
18 hours ago
Blue enchantment, starlight pallette
Nazi visions of underworld clowns
An evening of art, newborns, and profanity
The clown is still king.
The bubbling, squeaking sound rising
Shaking in a frantic situation
Blood swept under a script
I saw the fox and he saw me
Creatives of the underworld
Bleed out onto the page, voice rage
We sit in a kaleidoscopic wom...
Monday 20th March 2017 11:12 pm
When the westerly winds and wet came storming
How come they said "It's global warming"?
On high ground in the snow and sleeting
Why so quick with "global heating"?
In January sixteen sixty one
Samuel Pepys (yes, that's the one)
Wrote of dusty lanes and flies
That seemed to fill the winter skies
No peep from Sam why flies were swarming
No word from him of global warming...
Sunday 9th March 2014 3:55 pm
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on thei...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio puls...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm