on Friday night

with dance macabre
we laugh at the masque of death
play Russian roulette


n.b. What on Earth is going on?

CLP 23/10/2021

August iii

needle lifts off vinyl

arm clicks to rest

low buzz of speakers

gently suppressed by rain

darkening the street

tickling the silver birch leaves

forming a wassssshhhhh

behind a passing car


CLP 09/08/2021

Dream #21

heavy rain’s half-time shuffle on the roof

mixes with the jazz ostinato beat

of towering street lamps flicking by

wheels slip over pools along the carriageway

sheets of spray from trucks misting view

red rear lights, pairs of dazzling white

approach, recede

dashboard indicators green

there’s a song replaying on the radio

today becomes yesterday


as soon as tomorrow becomes now

vehicles stretch apart, further apart, disappear

then this is the last one tracing the road

deep into the city’s orange glow

pointless waiting at crossroads for change

illuminated arrows pointing home

weighed down by the return of gravity

I step through the door

the post on the hall floor

dates how long I’ve been away

a web loose-hanging at the window

holds small black silk bundles

where the spider’s been making hay


CLP 18/06/2021

Dream #8

Music stops

everyone dances one step more

before realising what’s occuring

mad rush to chairs

enough for us all


CLP 02/06/2021

On The Great Plains

Using graphics to

remember all kinds of stuff

such as history


n.b. American Bison / also known as buffalo / Bob Marley / Buffalo Soldiers / African-American regiments of the US Army / Civil wars of the USA / Indigenous Americans* / First Nation / slavery / colonisation / land grabs / exploitation / What is freedom? / What do we love and whom do we love? / Who pays for prosperity? / Is a life survived best left unexposed? / ethics / Trace’ by Lauret Savoy.

* I am uncertain how to collectively name the people who populated The Great Plains of the North American continent. Advice happily received.

n.n.b. Inspired by NF. Thank you.


CLP 10/03/2021

On Three

Gutter plays flat notes

overflow erratic beat

flood of rain music


CLP 06/02/2021

Lockdown 3 (Day 19) In Tune

It would be ridiculous to file all the recorded music I have in alphabetical order until I have a settled home. I don’t know how long I will be living here, (no one knows how long Lockdown 3 will even last), but I know that I can’t put up any shelves in this rented property. So, what I have is in plastic boxes.

Today I decided to empty them all out and re-box the collection into categories then note where each box is stashed. So, if I fancy listening to some Godspeed You Black Emperor, John Lennon, Bela Bartok, or The Fall I will now know where to start looking.

I discovered one CD I remembered little about, which turned out to be by Saul Williams the title Martyr Loser King. I think that I had bought it in Rough Trade East from the sale rack. The title must have appealed to me and is indicative of the cleverly constructed lyrics, which you can download as a pdf from the website. The artist’s projects include poetry and film. Worth investigating, if you have some spare Internet time.

I recognised another bargain basement CD I had acquired, but wasn’t sure if it was blues, or country-rock, or what, because I had not played it recently. It turned out to be an authentic country and western album with lyrics so mournful it made me laugh out loud. It cheered me up no end, thanks, Mr Leach.

If you want to track it down it is Tom Leach’s eponymous album, Tom Leach. He produced all 16 tracks on a friend’s 4 track recording machine at home. The tracks Yesterday’s News and Mr Hang Up The Phone are just two of the gems on this album. The absolute winner is Ice Below You. The chorus includes the line “You’ve got so much ice below you; I’m falling through.” is a winter winner; ideal for these times of bad weather, covid confinement and misery.


CLP 24/01/2021

On Memory xi

Nothing could stop us

when we let the music play

danced on ’til we dropped


CLP 14/01/2021

On Trees

When this wind blows

Things sound different

After the leaves have dropped

To mosaic the floor.


This wind bends through the bared boughs

Divides to draughts between the trunks

Blows low notes from the wood

Makes this place an instrument

For mournful tunes


When we hear this hollow overture

Howling from beeches and birches

We can be certain winter approaches


CLP 27/10/2020

Playing Now

Every now and then

I find an album that I can’t

Stop playing. Repeat.


n.b. One in an occasional and sporadic series of posts about great music. I offer you Tame Impala, ‘The Slow Rush’. Fabulous!

CLP 13/10/2020