legacy
by normal
here & there i’d see his poetry
he’d probably seen mine in the same places
occasionally i’d read a piece
i don’t know if he’d read mine
i liked his work, good honest stuff
once i thought i’d write him &
tell him so,
i didn’t
the yrs passed
i’d see his poems less
then i didn’t
5 yrs ago i heard he’d died
last wk i had a yearning to read him
again, but
i couldn’t remember his name
remaining only now is the ghost of
his words
now & then i feel them at night
it will be the same with me
it will be the same with most of us
Heathcote Williams, radical poet, playwright and actor, dies aged 75
It is with heavy heart that we share the news of our friend Heathcote Williams passing. For those who are unfamiliar with him, here is an excerpt from his obituary that is currently running in “The Guardian”:
“He was the author of many polemical poems, written over four decades in a unique documentary style. They included works about the devastation being wrought on the natural environment – Sacred Elephant, Whale Nation and Falling For a Dolphin – and Autogeddon, a grim and majestic attack on the car.
Williams also wrote several successful stage plays including AC/DC, which premiered at the Royal Court in 1969, and The Local Stigmatic, commissioned by Harold Pinter and revived in 2014 at the Old Red Lion Theatre in London on its 50th anniversary. His most recent play, Killing Kit, was about the life and death of Christopher Marlowe.
Scruffy on screen and off, Williams appeared in several films, often in cameo roles. He was a notable Prospero in Derek Jarman’s 1979 production of The Tempest. Other credits were Sally Potter’s arthouse Orlando, based on Virginia Woolf’s novel, and Hollywood’s Basic Instinct 2.
Williams was a very talented figure. He was an accomplished painter – his vivid works hung at the Oxford home he shared with his partner, Diana Senior – and sculptor. He was an impressive conjuror and a member of the Magic Circle. One of his TV plays, What the Dickens!, featured Dickens performing magic shows for children.
His literary output was prolific. It included a book on Speakers’ Corner in Hyde Park, published when he was 23, and in later life he wrote several poems a month, driven by news and current affairs. As mainstream publishers dried up, these appeared online as YouTube video montages, often narrated by the actors Alan Cox and Roy Hutchins.
At heart, Williams was a revolutionary. The historian Peter Whitfield placed his work in a “great tradition of visionary dissent” stretching from William Blake and John Ruskin to DH Lawrence and David Jones. His poems – blasting the arms trade, consumerism and the tabloids – were “wonderfully innocent” and at the same time “wonderfully streetwise”.”
For the full obituary, click here: https://www.theguardian.com/books/2017/jul/02/heathcote-williams-radical-poet-playwright-actor-dies-aged-75
Comfortable Fog
Check out “A Comfortable Fog” by our editor Steve Luttrell published in this week’s Sun Journal!
http://www.sunjournal.com/news/bplus/2017/07/02/verse-maine-places-and-people/2156236
Two by Georgios Arkadios
by George Economou
Two by Georgios Arkadios
I am occasionally visited by this halftavistic persona who has
one foot set in the Hellenistic world and the other in our own.
Though he knows he’ll never make it into The Greek
Anthology, he can’t stop trying.
Count on “Air Charon,” your express carrier,
no matter how or where it happens to happen,
crushed like a bug in your high–speed car–smash,
breathing your last in your bed or under the knife,
it’s sure to honor the reservation
it made at your zero birth–hour sentence to life
on the solo one–class one–way flight from wherever
direct, non–stop to Hades forever.
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If one man’s poetry roll becomes another’s junk
in a rubbish mound at Oxyrhyncus,
then on to funerary wrappings for another,
with immortal lines napping on mummy cartonnage,
could it synch us to a new, elating Sappho?
Only if the artifex of fact who fuses paths
with long dead word–eating book worms,
his work not exactly up the same alley
as that of Mary Beard or Gregory Nagy,
can hear the distant giggles of laughter–loving Muses.