Bring Me The Head Of Kelvin Mackenzie
25 Aug 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poetry
Bring Me The Head of Kelvin Mackenzie
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
A muse of fire
Adding grist to my mill
A reminder of what he’s done
Above my writing table on a silver platter
His face staring arrogant, chin tucked in, mouth in perpetual sneer
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
Stoking the flames of everyman anger
From ignored bingo’winged housewives
Portly men on the site
To the detached dwelling self employed
Spouting their spite
Adoration to their poster boy
Standing arrogantly in a sports jacket and slacks
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
A man who has made a comfortable living
Giving the public what they want
Exploiting and creating the ignorance of the bloke in the pub
The bloke in the pub doesn’t appear on the BBC
The bloke in the pub doesn’t appear on ITV
The bloke in the pub chokes on his cirrhoses and bile
Conditioned against change conditioned against hope
Only fears and rages as he turns the back pages
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
A man that helps only himself
Silence his voice to give others a chance
Save him from himself
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
Save him from himself
A former giant of marketing and communications
And journalistic charisma
Now piddling about with afternoon TV
And column inch bile
A shadow of his former self
A sad insane figure behind a veneer of bluster
Cut his head off whilst he’s still got the fire
And remember him for what he’s done
Bring me the head of Kelvin Mackenzie
Musings From Brenda Higgins
25 Feb 2010 Leave a Comment
This just in my inbox:
NOBODY’S STOPPING YOU
SO YOU’RE A POET, ARE YOU?
WELL BE FUCKING POET THEN
NOBODY’S STOPPING YOU
I CERTANLY AIN’T
I SEEN YOU DO A PERFORMANCE ONCE
WELL, IT WASN’T SO MUCH AS A PERFORMANCE
IT WAS MORE LIKE A NERVOUS BREAKDOWN
WHAT IS IT YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT ME
IS IT BECAUSE I HAVE THE CONFINDENCE THAT YOU LACK
OR IS THE FACT THAT PEOPLE ACTUALLY LIKE ME?
DON’T BE JEALOUS OF ME LOVE
I’M NOT COMPETING WITH ANYONE
IF YOU’RE A POET
BE A FUCKING POET THEN
NOBODY’S STOPPING YOU
I CERTANLY AIN’T
LISTEN, I’VE WORKED FUCKING HARD TO GET TO
WHERE I AM TODAY
IF YOU WASN’T SUCH A SILLY LITTLE GIRL
IF YOU WASN’T SUCH A TWISTED PARANOID FUCK HEAD
YOU COULD HAVE SOME OF THIS
BUT NO
YOU JUST WANT TO KEEP PLAYING YOUR STUPID LTTLE GAME
I OFFERED YOU AN OLIVE BRANCH
I INVITED YOU TO PLAY A GIG
BUT NO
IT SEEMS YOU DON’T WANT TO BE A POET AFTER ALL
AND WHAT’S STOPPED YOU
I CERTANLY HAVEN’T
BRENDAN HIGGINS 2007
THEORY OF HOMOPHOBIA
YOU’RE THE GEEZER
YOU’RE THE CEASER
GOD’S GIFT TO THE FEMALE BREED
FULL OF BOOZE
AND RIGHT WING VEIWS
YOU THINK EVERY BIRD WANTS YOUR SEED
AND ANYONE WHO IS INTELLECTUAL
IS WRITTEN OFF OF AS HOMOSEXUAL
“I WOULDN’T LET NO GAY PUT HIS COCK UP MY ARSE”
HOW DO YOU KNOW THAT A GAY MAN WOULD WANT TOO?
IS IT BECAUSE
THAT YOU’RE THE GEEZER
YOU’RE THE CEASER
GOD’S GIFT TO WOMEN
GIVE SOME CHAT
AND THEY FALL DOWN FLAT
THEY ALL COME ROUND SWIMMING
YOU’RE SO CAUGHT UP IN OWN LITTLE WORLD
THINKING THAT YOU CAN HAVE ALMOST ANY GIRL
THAT YOU’RE AFRAID THAT ALL GAY MEN WILL FANCY YOU TOO
BUT NO PERSON IN THEIR RIGHT MIND
WOULD BE SEEN FUCKING DEAD WITH A TWAT LIKE YOU
BECAUSE YOU’RE A CREEP AND WEIRDO
AND YOU’VE GOT A FACE LIKE A PIG ARSE
WITH A SEVERE CASE OF DIARRHEA
SO STOP BOTHERING THOSE POOR YOUNG GIRLS
WHO ARE ONLY OUT FOR A QUIET DRINK
AND GO HOME AND WANK.
BRENDAN HIGGINS
St Patrick’s Literary Festival Update
17 Feb 2010 1 Comment
in Books, Gigs and Events, Opportunities, Poetry, Prose, Uncategorized
Good morning, this is Jim providing an update on the proposed St Patrick’s Literary Festival.
I have had an email from Kent Davis asking if all interested parties could meet next Tuesday at the Spotted Dog Pub on Warwick in Digbeth next Tuesday at 6pm. This will be a meeting to explain the ethos behind the gig, and what it plans to achieve. A map is provided for those unfamiliar with the area…
The Spotted Dog
104 Warwick Street
Birmingham, B12 0NH, UK
0121 772 3822
Link:
Furthermore, we have a proposed date for the event – Tuesday 16th March, at 7pm. The event will take place at the Old Crown in Digbeth, which is on the main High Street in Digbeth, positioned near the entrance of the Custard Factory. Please see the attached flyer, and forward it on to any parties that you think may be interested.
If you have any further questions then do not hesitate to contact me or Kent about this matter.
Thanks
James Kennedy
Sunday Xpress Gold
29 Mar 2009 Leave a Comment
in Music, Poetry Tags: Big Bren, birmingham, events, gigs, humour, Music, performance, Poetry, writing, Wrote Under
Ahhh those golden afternoons and forgotten evenings of the original Sunday Xpress at the erstwhile Market Tavern. This is Big Bren’s Combo doing Bren’s classic poem Shopping Shopping Shopping, the improv cacophany version. I want to credit the other guys too, but I don’t know all their names. But thanks to Qwoonsweird for the video.
New work by Louise Stokes
05 Mar 2009 2 Comments
in Art, Poetry Tags: Art, Kimmy Sue Anne, Louise Stokes, mental health, new writing, Poetry, Wrote Under
Some artwork and a poem from Louise Stokes, exhibited recently at Birmingham Airport:
“I Saw A Big Bald-Headed Man” by James Kennedy
02 Mar 2009 2 Comments
in Poetry Tags: James Kennedy, new writing, Poetry, Wrote Under
The sound on this is terrible because it was recorded immediately after the words came to him in a pub, but give it a go.
“Drunk to Funk” by Big Bren
21 Feb 2009 Leave a Comment
in Music, Poetry Tags: Big Bren, birmingham, humour, Music, Poetry, Wrote Under
Here’s a track from Big Bren’s forthcoming concept album “The Night Before and The Morning After”
He’ll be releasing it in association with local label Nectar Migraine.
“Flies in me Toilet” by Lizzy Piffany
09 Aug 2008 Leave a Comment
in Poetry Tags: birmingham, flies, humour, Lizzy Piffany, Poetry, toilet, Wrote Under
Flies in me Toilet
There’s flies in me toilet
Suckin off me drips
Flies in me toilet
Lickin off me lips
I’ve got flies in me toilet
Waitin for the brown
There’s flies in me toilet
I’m not fuckin sittin down.
