Frank Field – d. April 23rd 2024

Politics is a long walk, not a cab on expenses.
It does not speed through our darker towns
swerving round the fallen, past the crowds.
It is the service of the outstretched hand,
the conversation, the trying to understand. 

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Derek Underwood – d. April 15th 2024

Some lives are a slow turn of the arm, same
line and length day after day; others deceive
with variation, changes of pace and angle,
occasional days that skid through fast,
that you can only stand up and applaud.

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Peter Higgs – d. April 8th 2024

The universe is barely credible,
its mass in excess of what is visible,
its meaning opaque, intangible.
Most of us exist and die, illegible
and void. Others are indelible,
named by every atom, irreducible.

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Clarence ‘Frogman’ Henry – d. April 7th 2024

It’s not easy in the Big Easy, friend,
and making it big is the biggest joke,
but a bluesman’s a bluesman right to the end,
and life’s hard, and then you croak. 

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Keith LeBlanc – d. April 2024

You sit down to play; the kit becomes
an orchestra, a symphony of drums,
super-heavy, hi-hat like a ticking bomb,
paranoid snare and depth-charge toms,
kick-drum beating rebellion in sixteenths,
no compromise, no sell-out, no relief.

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Chris Cross – d. March 25th 2024

Sooner or later we will return
to an Eden of our own; yours
will be lush and romantic, bass
amped up and folded back until
it becomes a hymn to lost youth.

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Steve Harley – d. March 17th 2024

Even through the soup of medium wave
I heard that glimmer of guitar, a six-string
smile, riffing like a wink. Song devises codes
of joy; you broke every one, over and over.

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Karl Wallinger – d. March 10th 2024

Some songs blunder in,
shouting their own names,
angry, but with no solutions.
Others wear different skin,
turn inertia into flames,
kindle private revolutions. 

Reaf about Karl Wallinger here

Eric Carmen – d. March 2024

America wears a disguise of song,
usually too long,
torn between the loud and the lush,
and always too much.
You sang anguish into a soft spell
all by yourself,
and when I dial you on the telephone
nobody’s home. 

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Tony Green – d. March 4th 2024

In One! A double - no, a treble bed.
In Two! The only colours; black and red.
In Three! The working man and his pleasures.
And Bully’s Special Prize! The drama of small measures. 

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Dave Myers – d. February 28th 2024

Butter and fillet steak comes up
to room temperature in the old kitchen.
In the yard a motorcycle clicks as it cools.
I hear laughter like the clink of cutlery,
and I set a place at the table for one.

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Alan Brownjohn – d. February 23rd 2024

I watched you write me into a poem,
your old shirt cuffs ironed to a shine.
We are all in a sonnet for the unlucky,
far from who we want to be, known
only to ourselves and those who mine,
like you, the language of subtlety.

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Stan Bowles – d. February 24th 2024

We love our mavericks; deft,
defiant, playing impudent one-twos
with two fingers in the air,
a betting slip and a phone number
hidden in their wrinkled sock. 

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Pamela Salem – d. February 21st 2024

I stumbled across you in the labyrinth
of childhood; serpentine, seductive,
waiting around the corner in a place
where television was a two-way mirror,
and yearning was love without a script. 

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John Savident – d. February 21st 2024

Here are roses and a meat cleaver,
Scotch & Threat and hearty laughter,
a slug of pain for a luckless lover.
Life is large, but you were larger.

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Ewen MacIntosh – d. February 19th 2024

Have you met him yet?
The empty man at the empty desk,
gloriously flat, outrageously bland,
playing a ‘Don’t Know’ in a slough
of ‘Strongly Disagrees’. 

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Alexei Navalny – d. February 16th 2024

If you would speak up, know this;
the right word is a wedging of doors,
a filling of lamps, a bending of bars,
a flare shot into the sky, a hand
raised to say no more, a tuning fork
before the choir sings, maybe not
today or tomorrow, but sometime. 

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Steve Wright – d. February 12th 2024

A celestial On Air light blinks
and the airwaves open up.
The music is drowned out
by the wild sounds of a zoo
where animals cannot sing
and the jocks are not serious.

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Damo Suzuki – d. February 9th 2024

Here is a song sung in code,
in chant, howl, shriek, moan,
sung as in future days, old
now but once new, stoned
yet stone cold sober. Don’t
turn the light on; leave it alone.

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Michael Jayston – d. February 5th 2024

The screen role demands
a particular Englishness;
weary, morose, soft hands
but hard eyes, finesse
but not flash. I wonder who
might fit the part? You. 

Read about Michael Jayston here