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thevelvetgrl · 7 months

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Patti Smith and Ivan Karl by Gary Green, NYC 1970s

#patti smith #punk #punk poet #1970s #70s #nyc #70s nyc #beatnik #just kids

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slumpy6 · 11 hours

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🌞 John Cooper Clarke...legend

#john cooper clarke #poet #Beasley street #punk poet #poetry #old grey whistle test #Youtube

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springtide-rising · 6 months

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Moneybags

Oh how I’d love 2 love u

but you’re such a damned capitalist

I don’t want these gifts u bring

In fact, they make me sick

No, I don’t wanna hop on a plane with u

while the world is burning

I fail to see the romance

in all that self destruction

And no, I’m not impressed with your

lockdown purchases

How much of the world’s resources

did they really cost?

Just imagine all the fun we could have

without all that money!

If u gave up that job u hate

And did that thing u love

But no, u love to love your money

So I won’t b lovin u.

#original poem #poems on tumblr #female poets #punk poet #poem #poetry #ecopoem #anarchist #poets on tumblr #poets community #spilled-ink #climate crisis #poetsandwriters #anarchy #poets corner #love poetry #earth

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thedepartmentofdiscoveries · 1 year

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(I MARRIED A) MONSTER FROM OUTER SPACE - John Cooper Clarke.

The milky way she walks around

All feet firmly off the ground

Two worlds collide, two worlds collide

Here comes the future bride

Gimme a lift to the lunar base

I wanna marry a monster from outer space

***

I fell in love with an alien being

Whose skin was jelly – whose teeth were green

She had the big bug eyes and the death-ray glare

Feet like water wings – purple hair

I was over the moon – I asked her back to my place

Then I married the monster – from outer space

***

The days were numbered – the nights were spent

In a rent free furnished oxygen tent

When a cyborg chef served up moon beams

Done super rapid on a laser beam

I needed nutrition to keep up the pace

When I married the monster from outer space

***

We walked out – tentacle in hand

You could sense that the earthlings would not understand

They’d go.. nudge nudge …when we got off the bus

Saying it’s extra-terrestial – not like us

And it’s bad enough with another race

But fuck me… a monster …from outer space

***

In a cybernetic fit of rage

She pissed off to another age

She lives in 1999

With her new boyfriend – a blob of slime

Each time I see her translucent face

I remember the monster from outer space

#john cooper clarke #poetry #punk poetry #punk poet #the best of british #british poet #(i married a) monster from outer space #sci fi #science fiction #cw: cursing #tw: cursing #performance poet #performance poetry

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ridingwithmary · 1 year

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Great interview with one of my favorite Los Angeles punk icons Iris Berry.

#Iris Berry #Ringling sisters #punk hostage press #pleasant gheman #punk poet #Youtube

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madeinheaven2008 · 2 months

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7times12is84 · 2 years

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I've be an reading up on John Cooper Clarke, a "punk poet" who has done performance poetry since the 70's. He was on an episode of 8 Out of 10 Cats Does Countdown, where he wrote a poem specifically for the occasion and it really spoke to me.

I have two favourites of the poems I have read so far, for very different reasons. A Distant Relation is amazing because it really captures the pressure of dealing with extended family, something I understand first hand.

But the other is his one and only haiku.

Haiku

To-con-vey one's mood

In sev-en-teen syll-able-s

Is ve-ry dif-fic

-John Cooper Clarke

#literary genius #john cooper clarke #punk poet #performance poetry #he's such a cool guy

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cryptidspaghetti · 28 days

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Literally how big of an ask is it to be part of the small group of literature students with a clever name in a small college in Vermont, studying Shakespeare and Homer and Tolstoy, smoking cigarettes and drinking cheap wine straight from the bottle. Racing through the forest, hearts pounding in our chests, plaid pea coats flying out behind us as we run. Whispering love songs in French. Dancing to Bowie and Queen and the Beatles. Leaving notes stuck under dorm room doors. Stargazing and eating oranges. Living.

#dark academia #chaotic academia #punk academia #dead poets society #the secret history #donna tartt #babel an arcane history

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violentnewmarley · 22 days

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