Archive for July, 2009

John Cooper Clarke and Me

Posted in Poetry with tags , on July 8, 2009 by sassysezzy

I was looking through some old Facebook photos and stumbled upon this photo.  Yes, it is a rotten photo but it is evidence of meeting the wonderful John Cooper Clarke.  This was in Godforsaken Morecombe sometime last year; his performance was fantastic as always.  Friends and I were at the end of the queue to meet him and he overheard that we were going for something to eat and asked to join us.  Yes, I went for a Chinese with John Cooper Clarke.  He is lovely (friendly, witty, down to earth) xxx.Sarah & John Cooper Clarke

He is definitely a performance poet as all his poems sound better read by him, although once you have seen him a few times (or heard his recordings) you can hear his voice as you read.

Catch him at The Lowry 1st August 2009

Writing this blog takes so much time that I don’t have the time to do anything creative!!!

Posted in Creative, Frustrated on July 6, 2009 by sassysezzy

The whole point of this blog is to encourage me to do and post creative things, but I’m finding the whole blogging thing so interesting that I just don’t seem to have the time!

The Amazing Miroslav Holub

Posted in Poetry with tags , on July 5, 2009 by sassysezzy

I’ve always liked everything that I’ve read by Miroslav Holub and have just bought this book:

Miroslav Holub

It’s incredible, that although Czechoslovakian, he could write and rhyme in English, and that his work written in his native tongue still works so well when translated.  Click the image to go to Amazon.

Here is an example poem:

THE DOOR

Go and open the door.
Maybe outside there’s
a tree, or a wood,
a garden,
or a magic city.

Go and open the door.
Maybe a dog’s rummaging.
Maybe you’ll see a face,
or an eye,
or the picture
of a picture.

Go and open the door.
if there’s a fog
it will clear.

Go and open the door.
Even if there’s only
the darkness ticking,
even if there’s only
the hollow wind,
even if nothing is there,
go and open the door.

At least there’ll be a draught.

And a verse from Cinderella:

Cinderella is sorting her peas:
bad ones those, good ones these,
yes and no, no and yes.
No cheating. No untruthfulness.