shri lank am nest e

Invisible Ice Cream Simulacra

where are my slippers?
is this effigy on Facebook?
why do you always do that?
Where are the Trossachs/

noise

Question me please
am I you is it
thinking forever i am

not, surely, or

disappearingly, gone

mechanical thinks orderly

tag.

amnestied like vultures over tin roofs in Rotherham

i am a monkey and you are a typewriter
you have a paper back
and I a disposable lighter

lets get together
and feel
anxious.

and dat is de end of dis wite middle class ting
and ting.

end ya kna jah

did dat jah? ya knaw?

ha hoare?

piss on da poor.

end.

All of these lyrics were written in between the passing of Thatch and the burying of Thatch. There were many debates around the notion of 'decency' - particularly with regard to the playing of Judy Garland on BBC Radio chartshows singing: The Witch Is Dead. Arguments were made copiously for and against decency and censorship on both sides, until someone said: (and I quote)" it's really quite ruthless and unkind to make such judgments about the dead even before they are buried".

At this point, I learned that it was ok to talk about the dead in ways that they enjoyed talking about other people in life.

So, fuck her, the filthy old cow - and yet - some shred of sympathy, something empathic with trajedy, something human - keeps on surfacing.

But no, that never happened to her either.

Witch.

Dead.

 

she's dead

who am i
going out to
the fish shop?
marry gordon

maintain a
pandoras box
holocausts
 r us r us

mysteries
of mine are gone
all alone
come see come see

oh denis
where did we go?
oh denis
where did we go?

in the ritz
you can only
imagine
regality.