Poetry Blog by Ludo
tony sheridan on Paradiso (Fri, 1 Feb 2013 10:36 pm)
Kenneth Eaton-Dykes on A Crying Shame (Fri, 25 Jan 2013 10:35 pm)
tony sheridan on 2012 (Thu, 24 Jan 2013 11:36 am)
Eden bloomed on rubble, twisted iron and exposed cobbles,
out of the primordial slum, green with pride.
That heretics would ever stop their cruel and wicked ways
Would away with their being, we must pray for our holy garden.
Their heresy distorts the truth, they follow a precious weight,
worth every ounce. This leaves poor Eden up the canal without a yacht,
Thursday 16th May 2013 10:05 pm
The analogy of paradise on earth is not far from the truth.
You feel like you have to die to get there.
A taxi, a 3 hour flight, a 2 hour wait, a 13 hour flight, a 3 hour wait, a 2 hour flight, a taxi.
You’re born, you walk, you talk, you fuck, you work, you rest, you die. Then you’re there.
From the minute I got there I was free of any hurdles, pressures, bu...
Friday 1st February 2013 9:39 pm
Shame - the greatest shambles; a sham
sex and guilt, beauty and modesty; molest
pitted in the stomach like acid,
spat swallowed pity, feeding starvation, an unquenchable famish, unsensibly sore
malnourished habits die hard, and lonely, resentfully
twisting and turning and diving, deprived
Lies for eyes, for ears and the nose; twitch
flies on the flesh of ...
Friday 25th January 2013 5:48 pm
the world didn't end today, again
now we are stuck with those wasted lives
that cried and cried in 2012
and shagged and burrowed, bunkered,
pessimistic little shits ungrateful gobshites,
a million people died today some unaware while others pitied themselves in the face of impending imploding,
tito's got cancer again, real will play united, iain duncan smith has de...
Wednesday 16th January 2013 4:53 pm
bleached faces red bodies of light african drum movement
sticky amphibians teeth taste tranquil tension amongst oscillations
the form of which is visualised in neon using both eyes to subtract from each other
brilliant contentedness, banal
everything is everything nothing is nothing is something i’ve been thinking and sharing and caring about flickers of recognisabl...
Wednesday 9th January 2013 4:48 pm
Rejection is a strong word, apt as it may be, so my tongue, indented, objects to expertise,
Knowledge used as a tool for snobbery.
I object subjecting art to labels and records and history, you cannot attach history, it is not a footnote, if you cannot feel it or taste it or smell it it isn’t there, no caption or description can provide that, it’s in the fabric,
Wednesday 9th January 2013 4:46 pm