If you cant make it to The International Bar 8pm Wicklow street, why not tune in live at the link below.The Poetry Bus Mag will be officially launched along with top selling (no 3 so far, in the irish top selling books list) 'Soundings' that has people like John Milton and shakespeare and Seamus Heaney and lots of other dead people.
There will be living poets too like these wonderful Bus poets.. Colm Keegan, Carol Boland, Mags Treanor, Kate Dempsey, Maggie O'Dwyer, Niamh Bagnell, Emer Fallon, Pj Nolan, Stephen James Smith. All feckin brilliant, wait till you hear them!
Live music from Colm O'Snodaigh of top group Kilá.
Do NOT miss this!!
Tune in around 8.30 and keep checking till it goes live on air..
HERE
Also many thanks To Liz gallagher for driving last week and to Jessica Maybury for this weeks watery task, here's my efforts.
Wet Dreams.
Double yellow lines
110 miles per hour
Sal solo
Joe Stalin does what he says
On the tin
We’re in deep
Water
H2 O
Bottled up
Rapid flow
Flood plains
Stagnant jest
Safety vest
Hurricane west
East of Java
Wells
Water waiter
Walter Mathau
H2O
Drip drip
In the night
Incadescense
Lack of sleep
Liquid dreams
Molten skies
Curly fries
Water water
I don't drink
as much as I oughta
Free flowin lip smackin
Water? Yeuch !
Fish fuck in it.
Plughole... (A song)
no tune yet..offers???
They call me big Fats Waller
Fats Domino, Pizza man-
Though I used be Memphis Slim,
Living drinking day and night
Is slowly doing me in.
Tired of whistling after dead dogs
Pissing up the walls
Senses buzzing like a drone
Gonna unpack a six pack gun
And I’m goin way back home
Tired of losing day jobs
Tired of being tired
Tired of whiskey Beer and Gin
Didn’t get my wishlist
So I’m saving up on sin
Sick of getting no thanks
For the terror that I hold
I’m tired of being what I do
I used to be someone’s someone
Now I’m gonna find out who
Throw away that sawn-off
Poets make no point
Words giving you the slip
This captains going overboard
Fuck that stinking ship
I’m leaving town at daybreak
Not at the break of day
Breaking no more bones
Kicking out the dead men
Rolling away the stones
Dreaming needs some sleep
Sleeping needs good dreams
Not those faces that I meet
Get some warmth in to me
Before I hit unconscious street
One more bottle of whiskey
One nugget of consolation
One little skin of gin
No man can turn the world around
Till he gets his head to spin
Two more nights of drinking
For each day of being alone
Got to do some thinking
Before I head my head back home
Straighten out the rat’s tales
Then I’m going back home
Yeah, I’m going home
One day I’m going home
Soon I’m going home
One more bottle one last song
Then I’m going home
Going home
12 comments:
Love those curly fries from nowhere in the first one!
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The last line of that reminds me of this post - still one of my top ten TFE posts of all time I think
http://totalfeckineejit.blogspot.com/2009/08/drinking-water-isnt-normal_28.html
work making me work so can't go. in fact can't even listen! if only it was tomorrow! good luck with it all..
awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww....... best of luck lads!... again.. wish we weren't running on a fiver's worth of petrol this week!.. FECK IT!... *kicks two imaginary dogs...
will check in for the stream though.. how cool are you guys!
Those last few lines of the water poem have put me off water for life!!! Rather like when the farmer first learned as a child where eggs came from he would not eat one for years!
Have a wonderful launch night, shall be thinking of you all.
On train and tried to watch it on the iPhone but won't let me! Stay on stage till 11.30, please
Swimming in the Guinness again, have you? Neato pomes.
Have you been listening to Leonard Cohen? That's what comes to mind when I'm reading the second poem.
Like them both - a bit depressing though.
I was at the launch and it was brilliant! We (the newly formed, "Poetry Bus Refugees" had our own little party in the cyberspace bar and it was a blast!
We missed you Peadar!
See you there next week?
Kat
Peadar, you are a little dismal today...Brillant and sad... always a good Irish mix. Perhaps you ought to take a turn driving the Poetry Bus one day soon, selecting some subject with gusto and waxing energetically upon it. I do not complain, you understand? I want to bundle you off with me to an AA meeting, where we will gallantly become optimistic for an hour. Optimism is overrated but fun. I liked "Wet Dreams" a lot.
Wow, there was an online community audience? How cool is that! Missed you Peadar. When's the next launch?
Two truer than true PBR poems!
Okay, so someone chatting in the margins of the Glor Sessions says, "We need to come up with a name for us, out here online, a-watching the show." The first thing that popped into my mind was PBR, didn't know right away what to do with that R, so I just typed 'refugees' and the rest is history. Poetry Bus Refugees! It was magical!
Okay, now shut up and drink your water. We'll see you next week, right?
so where's the full report? sort that out!
i too missed the online version but i did dip my toe in this weeks bus.
fish fuck in it. lovely. years i spent listening to one of my mates use this very excuse to avoid swimmin in the sea. that made me laugh a lot.
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