Three Short Poems about Mark E Smith

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1996.
 
Starting off with an instrumental
Blazen in a fragmented fury;
Their first song stumbled along
In a bass heavy nervourness
as the band looked at each other worried
Like they were throwing

accidental thunder at the crowd
With a mellifluous speed
Until the words ‘I am coming out of the toilet’
Could be heard going through the crowd
Ricochetting eventually onto the stage
Where he sang two songs
Then fell through the drummers kit
And collapsed backstage drunk. 
 
1991.
 
Popping into the Duchess for a quick pint
After missing a train home
turned into three 
when Pat bumped into his brother
who worked for the NME
and was interviewing Mark
who had already gone through
four and a half pints already
and insisted he added us to his tab before adding 
‘I can’t stick musicians
Like journalists you know’
And sat there pissing Pat’s brother off
With as many anti journalist jokes
As he could remember for the rest of the interview. 

2010.

Clearly ruffled,
lost in the wilderness of memory
he stood there at the other side
of the bus station 
his hands fluttered 
with his paper
like a paper clown 
lost in the upswing of a sigh
before looking at his watch
and me 
and walking off
scraping insults in the wind
almost like it was 
the only person left 
who was listening. 

 

(Mark Edward Smith (5 March 1957 – 24 January 2018) was an English singer, 
songwriter and musician. He was best known as the lead singer, lyricist and only constant 
member of the post-punk group The Fall, which he led from 1976 until his death.

Smith formed th e group after attending a Sex Pistols gig at the Manchester Free Trade Hall in June  1976.During their 42-year existence, the Fall's line-up consisted of some 60 musicians 
who, with Smith, released 32 studio albums and many singles and EPs.

The three above short poems are memories of the three times I met him over a 19 year period)

 

 

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Andy N

Tue 2nd Oct 2018 20:30

Thanks Darren. Pleased you liked this. Just a short tribute to a strictly one off man with three very different memories about him. Manchester won't be the same without him that's for sure.

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Darren J Beaney

Tue 2nd Oct 2018 09:06

Only just found these!

Great work and a fine array of tributes.

Fiery Jack was the first record that I ever heard on The John Peel Show in 1979, the rest is history....

MES was a fine poet, and I still can't believe that I can no longer have the excitement of looking forward to a new Fall
album.....


Cheers


DJB

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Andy N

Sun 8th Apr 2018 15:59

thanks Hannah. He was a character Mark that was for sure (:

glad you liked it.

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Hannah Collins

Sun 8th Apr 2018 15:48

Really enjoyed reading these.
Great writing,

his hands fluttered
with his paper
like a paper clown.

Love that.

Hannah

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Andy N

Sun 25th Feb 2018 10:54

Thanks Chris. He wasn't a friend that was for sure and i can't claim to have been a massive fan of the Fall, but he was a artist i respected and when I met him for the third time kinda understood.

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Chris Armstrong

Thu 15th Feb 2018 09:51

I wasn't expecting to like this much as I was never really into the Sex Pistols - but you capture something of him well, I think. I particularly liked the last lines of 2010:
...scraping insults in the wind
almost like it was
the only person left
who was listening.

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