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Tony on Finisterre: “This poem originally appeared in Remark, a really beautiful poetry book. It was printed in an edition of 125, which came out 3 or so years ago and was guest edited by Brian McGettrick, who is a really great poet in his own right.”
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| 15 Jan 2010 |
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Poetry
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In Podcast and Chap-book
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Finisterre
today feels like
I am trying to stuff
my cocaine-impotent prick
into the too-tight cunt
of an unconscious whore
today feels like
the dread realization
at the end of every detoxification:
I am clean, but the world
is still a daily holocaust
today feels like
waking up
in bed sheets sopping
with your own
ice-cold piss
today I am too tired
to even say
“fuck the world”
instead the world
is slowly fucking me
today Fante, Exeley,
Trantino, Burroughs,
Miller cannot save me
from myself
these are the days
which drive us to
suicides of one kind
or another
a day
were I find myself
on a flickering transmission
across continents
linked by sadness
to every crushed soul
that sits alone in a rented room
listening to the shipping forecast
our hung over souls cast out
upon lonely, exotic-sounding
and wind-blasted pieces of rock:
stoic, unmoving,
marooned in furious inky seas
One of Tony’s favourite youtube videos: JOHNNY THUNDERS - In Cold Blood
Stand-out lyric: “I probably forgot more / than you’ll ever need”
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damion's comments
Very brilliant poem Tony. I feel this one a lot.
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22 Jan 2010
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