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Thursday, 24 May 2012
Round 5: Art
Friday, 11 May 2012
Round 4: Poetry
Jubilee
Punk’s
gobby charm largely passed me by,
lost
in a chasm between disco and metal.
I’ll
admit to a headbanger award at Dreamland,
(a
50’s frock in a sea of denim), split ends thrashing
to
Mötorhead’s Overkill; yet, still too
shy
to
compete as a disco champ, unlike Emin.
And
while I flitted between the pages of Sounds,
you
were NME. I shouldn’t sneer; we got
together
to Smash It Up, never to be DLT’s kind of
couple.
And
while I loved the women’s spikes and chains,
who
could afford ‘Sex’ on the Kings Road?
And
I saw Rotten once with PIL (so much better
than
the Pistols) he walked off after 20
minutes.
I
disliked him then and now. This is heresy to you,
with
your three pairs of bondage trousers,
your
home-stencilled Combat shirts –
I
knew no one like you in Margate. And now,
Reid’s
pins hold a number to a marathon vest,
punters
paying to advertise two companies
for
3 hours, 39 minutes. Today, you’ll thread
a
safety pin through your lapel. And while I dance
to
Sister Sledge, I’ll loosen my hair for the Sabbath.
Katrina Naomi 11 May 2012
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