Sunday, May 2, 2010

WATERCATS ON THE BUS CALLED POTTERY


This weeks cutlery drawer is driven by the rather talented, soon to be seen on 'Later' with Jools Holland, singing ensemble, the fabuloso 'Watercats'.They hit us not with a rythm stick but with the fantastico theme from the moniker of the late Mr Dury's song 'Sex and Drugs and Rock and Roll'.

A reaction to this was not only to be writed but also recordified! Rimmmskyyyykorsikov!

The writification of the verbals took less than 5 mins, the recordo took about half an earth hour, but the uploadifiying to vidleotube took FOREVER!
While I waited, I wrote a 600 page novel and carved an impressive impression of the dangling gardeniums of Babylonia out of my back teeth which had fallen out from sheer boredom.

Ivory is banned but EEjit teeth are legit so this sculptural beauty is for sale at a reasonable €2000 and can be shipped (at no additional cost) to anywhere in the world, except Carlow.
(An embargo on the transportation of human teeth, not attached to a living head, has been in place there since the great Gold Tooth Rush of '64.)

For other bus poets clicky ye HERE

(Black gloves, white frost,black crepe, white lead,
white sheet, black knight, jet black, dead white)
From Sweet Gene Vincent by Ian Dury.

Wasted.

Too far gone for sex and drugs or rock and roll

I’m over Beethoven, I’m the last of the Mohicans

The dynasty of the dinosaur

Too old to live too young to die

I’m stuck in the middle without you

Medicated mendicant fucked up philanderer

Dead beat downbeat pretender

I thought I could have been a contender

See the spark snuffed out drowned

Clown about town

Arrogance of youth to waste

Oiling the wheels of commotion

Volcanos of emotion

Pool hall cannonball

Jack the Hat, dragon-chased

God didn’t bless you Dark Donegal

Nor Nenagh from the phone box

In Borrisokane, to the world of

Dominion, Roxy, Roundhouse ,

Hammersmith Odeon, Spread Eagle, Stretford.End.

Scarred up lines of jacked-up escape

Painting the town with blood

Red revolution deep down knowing no better

Despite it all, some nights I never go to sleep

And it all amounted to a heavenly despair

Graveyard ticket one way tripped out

Wonder. Wasted. Only, if only, my bones were broken

But worst of all, there’s still you,

and you are the one that’s gone.








42 comments:

BarbaraS said...

That's sad. Love your voice, tho' love the mixture of accents :)

Niamh B said...

this'd be my third attempt to comment on this - I loved the poem, very touching and felt honest. Well read too, and I like the bottom left hand bobble that kept mischieviously finding it's way into the shot.

Argent said...

Yowzah! Sharp and sad, I just love the end-over-end tumble of the words here (this is a real strength or yours, Eej)

the watercats said...

well, I'm so chuffed to be vaguely responsible for the poems this week (how big a head do I have?), lol!.. there are some seriously awesome things appearing. This is just so.. sooo awesome! can literally feel the guts in your voice reading this.. genuinely moved..
Thanks for giving us the chance to drive, it's a ball :-D

Aqua Marina said...

very moving, so much more powerful heard than read, your voice is lovely, such regret and sadness in the poem, love all the references

Enchanted Oak said...

It's a melancholy piece, TFE, and more so with you reading it.

ArtSparker said...

Nice to hear it read aloud,

washed away like dead dreams in the rain...

Dominic Rivron said...

Argent said it: the way the words and ideas tumble out is just great to read and listen to.

Too old to live too young to die... Reminds me of something someone said about the human condition (who I don't know): they reckoned we didn't know what to do with ourselves because we live too long after reproducing. (Not that I'm complaining - I'd rather live, trying to work out what to do!)

Rachel Fox said...

You read really well. Do it more.
x

Karen said...

Wow! I bow before this one! The poem and the reading are both awesome! I love the accumulation of images and the internal rhymes that make it so rhythmic. Great read!

The Weaver of Grass said...

Haven't joined the bus today - but lovely to hear your husky Irish brogue!!

Don't Feed The Pixies said...

Yeah - loved this, it almost had a feeling of John Cooper Clark the Punk Poet, only with less swearing and more to say.

Jooling forward to my turn in june

Poetikat said...

What strikes me, Peadar, is that despite the seeming harshness of the poem, the delivery is so soft-spoken and restrained. It was a joy to listen to you. (I would love to have an accent.)

Your words arouse images in my brain that are a bit misty and yet somewhat mystical, but no matter what you write, I think the shanachie-heritage you hold is bound to shine through.

Excellent!

Kat

Pure Fiction said...

Great reading, tfe - Really liked the poem too - for all the regret you've captured, the words are still bursting with energy and life.
Nice one.

Jeanne Iris said...

Oh, TFE! This is just brilliant, my friend! Your lines are so powerful... and what a lovely accent you have!

One day, I'll be able to actually post my audio, too. Then, y'all can hear my Midwest- Southern-New England accent.
: )

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks B, I thought I had accents only a mother could love. Mind you ,you are a mother.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Nivby, the left hand bobble was the hardest bit, i jus made it look easy.

Totalfeckineejit said...

It could be my only strength Argo,But I thanks ye fer noticin!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Tis a good feelin n'est ce pas Uiscekateens.? Great prompt!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Aqua Marina, I hate my voice so that's nice of you to say.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thank you Enchanted Oak, drink helped, or was it hindered?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Sparko...torn up ticket stubs of a hundred thousand mugs... And I didn't even have to look it up!

Totalfeckineejit said...

You might be right Dominic. What is that spider that eats it's mate after jiggy-jiggy? And the French call orgasm la petit mort. Perhaps it should be le grand mort , and be done with it.Though I would have died at my own hands far too early. Boom boom!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Tanks Rachel, maybe I will , sure feck it!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Karen, When you reading YOURS!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Husky Irish brogue! I likes that Weavo, you flatterer!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks DFTP , JCC is/was a hero of mine.Looking forward to your driving!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Poetikat you have an accent, a lovely accent.Mine is a quagmire of influences/ locations/ tis the jack of all tongues bt the master of none.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks PF, and where were you, pray tell?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Jeanne,Get working on that audio , Prof!

Ann said...

Sad poignant poem of loss. Very touching.

willow said...

And I thought I was the last of the Mohicans! Thanks for your nice comment on my piece today, Eej. I started up Magpie when I thought the Bus was gone for good, then it miraculously revived! I thought I could do both, and still will jump in when I can. I noticed some are dovetailing the two, which is fabulous!

Titus said...

Loved this TFE, especially read. In fact, the reading was awesome - poignant, no, stronger than that, actually tragic. Beautifully done.

Jack the Hat! Oh, weren't they the days. I've drunk in the Blind Beggar.

P Nolan said...

Sad indeed, but well presented. Good to here the voice! I've made a stab at this too, over at mine.

Peter Goulding said...

That's one mighty poem, love the half rhymes and relentless rhythm of it. More Patti Smith than John Cooper Clark, I'd say.
I remember the Roxy and the Roundhouse, and the 100 Club too - a real walk down Nostalgia Boulevard!

Peter Goulding said...

This is seriously good - great half rhymes and rhythm. More Patti Smith than JCC I'd suggest.
I'm a bit spooked by your accent. I have a very mongrel accent too and I'm beginning to think we may be each other in different dimensions, like in an episode of Doctor Who. Remember the Roxy and the Roundhouse, though we'd mostly go to the 100 Club on Wardour Street.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thank you Ann.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Willow, you're welcome on the bus anytime, we've saved a seat specially!

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Titus, encouraging indeed. Never drank in the Black Beggar but did go looking for it. Nice?

Totalfeckineejit said...

Thanks Padhraig.

Totalfeckineejit said...

Patti Smith Cool thankls Peter.Looking forward to hearing some of yours sometime. Was never in the 100 club, wish I had been. (There's an A bomb in Wardour street!)

P Nolan said...

POETRY BUS PROMPT FOR MONDAY 10TH MAY NOW ONLINE AT: http://pjnolan.blogspot.com/2010/05/poetry-bus-all-aboard.html