William Gedney Kentucky 1964 and 1672

You never know - Ron Padgett

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devendra banhart fancy man

Lifesaving - Wes Lee

Lifesaving

They don’t do it anymore,
breathe into the mouth to save.

We had learnt it reluctantly,
lined up beside a recumbent dummy,

waiting to take our turn to kneel at that mouth.
The simplest things disturb –

at night when the fluoros shut off and the cover is pulled,
the tiles swabbed – there it lies open,

not even a ventriloquist’s dummy
is so exposed.

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The Lemon Twigs - As Long As We're Together

From Let them eat chaos - Kate Tempest

The squats we used to party in

are flats we can’t afford

The dumps we did our dancing in

have all been restored

Pints are up two quid

the staff are beautiful and bored

You think it’s coming round here?

It’s falling on its sword.

It don’t feel like home no more

I don’t speak the lingo.

Since when was this a winery?

It used to be the bingo.

I’ve walked these streets for all my life

they know me like no other.

But the streets have changed.

I no longer feel them

shudder

Alright alright, I get the gist.

Whose city is this?

It doesn’t want me no more.

I’ve had a glimpse

into the future.

It stinks.

London’s a walled fort,

it’s all for the rich,

if you fall short

you fall.

You know where the door is.

Board up the broken,

do it up,

sell it back

make it bespoke.

It’s all out in the open.

It’s fine, man,

hike the price right up

and smile with your friends

in the posh new nightclubs.

My streets have been dug up.

Re-paved.

New routes for commuters.

The landscape has changed

I’m looking for the old tags,

the graffs that once meant

safe territory

but it seems

every hieroglyph gets whitewashed

eventually.

Kate Tempest. Let them eat chaos. Picador, 2016.

Jamie XX - Gosh

Bob Dylan

From 9 Shots - Street photography

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Heather Woods Broderick - Mama Shelter

Alimento Imperfeito - Ana Marques Gastão

Possa eu tornar-me pedra,
de pedra areia, da rocha
grão, do diamante brilho.

Endureça eu como concha
de água matricial, minério
de cobre, coração cristalino.

Seja eu alimento imperfeito
de clareza perfeita, mar denso, 
condensado, astral e puro.

Seja eu mel coagulado
d'orvalho e ouro vivo.

Ana Marques Gastão. Adornos. Lisboa: D. Quixote, 2011.

Jack White - Love is the Truth/You've Got Her in Your Pocket

A poem by Crispin Best

anyway

i am riding lifts on my 30th birthday 

somewhere you are all of my direct messages and
a little drunk with you on a train would be nice
anyway they washed the floor of the museum
so my footprint is everywhere on my 30th birthday
and my shoe bottoms must be very beautiful 

somewhere i am a kite when you slam me into the sand

still
anyway i am sweating in the museum lonely
somewhere i am sweating not touching butterflies in the
enclosure too
place your animal parts close by
on my 30th birthday
feel free

anyway this unshrinkable distance between us
still
anyway your knees in the morning

somewhere i am sweating quietly learning how to pick up a butterfly
on my 30th birthday
after i nearly step on a butterfly in the enclosure too
there are chrysalises with us here
touch my chest in my imagination

anyway take off your belt with me
on my 30th birthday

still
somewhere i am sweating watching the pattern of your bra
complicate the front of your blouse

never stop

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