Monday, 15 August 2016

Slack water by the Thames by Justin Tuijl

Slack water by the Thames
Mud from where I stand
To the water
Two Shelduck wade the waterline
Today, for this moment –
It will change soon
As the moon moves the tide
And the water comes.
To my right the wreck
A hundred years back
Only littered wood
To show the night so many perished
In water full of shit
As the sewage pumped from the city
And the crowded ship sank
Yesterday, past –
Tomorrow the Cormorant
Flies fast over the water
The Oystercatcher picks the waterline
Boats come and go
Another observer watches
And soon the moon
Moves away
And the tides will
Cease to ebb and flow

Wednesday, 20 July 2016

Clangers and Bagpuss

At the V&A museum of childhood they have the original Bagpuss and Clangers


Ivor the Engine


The filming equipment

The cast of Bagpuss

A clanger

Friday, 8 July 2016

Burning Wolfhound, a thriller by Justin Tuijl

Burning Wolfhound a thriller by Justin Tuijl

Assassin Bernhard Smith chases American gangster Jack Davenport and his crew across the world, seeking revenge for a series of bloody murders. Setting out from England in his ex-navy gunboat the Wolfhound, Bernhard continues the hunt through Rotterdam, Oldenzaal, Gibraltar, Monaco, Malta, Egypt, and India. Reaching the Himalayan town of Darjeeling in pursuit of Jack, Bernhard finds his journey has not yet ended. Via sex, drugs, motorbikes and birdwatching, Bernard’s fears and desires explode in a final gripping twist. Burning Wolfhound, a thriller, is set in 1968.

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Thursday, 28 April 2016

Prince, Bowie and Lemmy

I finally had a little cry today about Prince going. Funny it was set off by listening to Bowie, Let me sleep beside you, a song about getting older. It cut me up because Prince, Bowie and Lemmy (all major influences) have all gone and can't write about it anymore :(

David Bowie - Let Me Sleep Beside You Lyrics

Baby, baby, brush the dust of youth from your shoulder
Because the years of fretting days are right behind you now
Don't return to fields of green where rainbow secrets were told
Place your ragged doll with all the toys and things and deeds
I will show you a game where the winner never wins
Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore
Let me sleep beside you
Lock away your childhood and throw away the key
For now the streets and city sounds will burn your eyes as coals
We shall drink the oldest wine and velvet skies will linger
Child, you're a woman now, your heart and soul are free
I will boldly light that lamp and we shall walk together
Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore
Let me sleep beside you
Your darkened eyes throw mystery
But your lips are void of history
You could not imagine that it could happen this way, could you
I will give you dreams and I'll tell you things you'll like to hear
Let your hair hang down, wear the dress your mother wore
Let me sleep beside you
Let me sleep beside you

Wednesday, 13 April 2016

Friday, 25 March 2016

When you read this after I’m dead, a poem by Justin Tuijl (2016)

When you read this after I’m dead

When you read this after I’m dead
You’ll know that
I heard the Blackbirds sing
In the evening
As I walked in the rain
And I wanted to capture the moment
While the air tasted so fresh
And I walked these pavements
Smelt the car exhaust
And I owned
A phone
Had things
Consumed the food
Drank the water
Kept warm in my room
Brushed my teeth
Gave thanks at being alive
Felt good
Felt bad
Made love
Read a book
Listened to the radio
And worried about death

And now I’m gone
It’s your turn

Thursday, 24 March 2016

This time, a poem by Justin Tuijl (2016)

This time
by Justin Tuijl (2016)

As we make love
This first time
This is our best time
Tomorrow we will move on
We could part quickly
We could be happy
We could stay together
This time as we move forward
Will be where we return to
If the future is either
Full of hate
Or full of love
Or both