Poet On Pop: Saturday Night by Whigfield

Dee Dee na nah nah nah naaaah!  I have long been a lover of a Scandinavian bop with a melancholic streak. Searching back in my history, Saturday Night may have been one of the first that I truly loved. It’s not just the catchy beats and the repetitive lyrics, it was the simplistic (but oddly iconic) video and the incredibly involved and energetic dance routine … Continue reading Poet On Pop: Saturday Night by Whigfield

Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music

    “I am naked as a tablecloth, my nerves humming”   I walk up and down Tottenham Court Road finding lunch options slim. I discover when I arrive at a usually dependable last resort lunch spot that the whole shop has been gutted, emptied, even the sign taken off the outside. Peering inside, I press my face to the glass like a nosy child. … Continue reading Lunch Poems by Frank O’Hara: 1. Music

Poem: why I’m scared to let go of the papers

why I’m scared to let go of the papers A folded boarding card from a flight long completed. The train ticket from the airport into Stockholm central station a stream of small print in Swedish. Suddenly: the clacking of the departure boards. How the American came up to me pointing in his guidebook and I watched him smile as I told him directions to Sergels … Continue reading Poem: why I’m scared to let go of the papers

Yes, I am still wild for Breath of the Wild

  In the rain, I swoop down on my paraglider, line myself up directly above the giant ogre, then I plummet downwards, thrusting the sword into the ogre’s ugly head. This woke him up. After battling for a few minutes, shooting arrows into his one big eye, he dies and leaves me a cache of very good weapons (also some toenails), which I collect. Walking … Continue reading Yes, I am still wild for Breath of the Wild

A Poet on Pop! Lady Gaga

Successful poems, like successful pop songs have a strong central conceit or metaphor, this is like a central gravitational point which as the piece orbits sometimes closely like Mercury around the sun, sometimes distant like Pluto. The song or poem is a journey of exploring this central point up close or at an obscure distance. In this post I will be casting my poet’s eye over Lady … Continue reading A Poet on Pop! Lady Gaga