A poem from a few years ago. I’ve never shared this one before.
I know it’s not been long since my last post, but I am in the mood to share this one tonight, and I might not be in the future, so here it is.
(an audio post may come soon, but my big mic just broke).
SWARMFEEL
I can feel the darkness falling spikes of icy voices slicing through like a star’s explosion puncturing the ash-filled sky with glitter and limelight and then there’s the neuro-thump the obsidian punch of grief a dull thud in the morning as hurried news fractured and fragmentary spreads out from the core to extremities, like the wings of some demon its tendrils cutting through and where these things merge is a disconnecting and a dissonance and a severance and I am a heavy net of senses, hauled and dredged from the depths but not together, not any more just a swarm of something the un-building of a storm cloud now my only comparable shape (a thing which is not a thing but a falling apart waiting to happen)
This poem was written in memory of Sean Lock, on 18 August 2021, less than 48 hours after his death. I didn’t publish this at the time because it was too soon, and after that, I simply did not want to. It was a private poem, written only so that I might capture and then figure out how I was feeling. I had no intention of sharing it with the world.
Like David Bowie, Sean Lock was a genre in himself, an entire catalogue of brilliant wordplay. His death was like the collapse of a star - it sent ripples through the fabric of the universe.
His obvious kindness and his dedication to making his audience laugh, at any cost, inspired me, and it continues to inspire me today. He is the only comedian whose videos I will be drawn to regardless of my mood. Because he transcended the typical trappings of stand-up comedy and sitcoms, he brought something uniquely Sean Lock to everything he did.
May we all be a little more like ourselves.
So, here is my favourite video.
And here’s another one. A man can have two favourites, you know.
You know what, here’s another one.
May we all be a little more like ourselves.