Shining threads

Shining threads

Thursday, 16 March 2017

Decades of Decadence

In the 1950s, a woo bop de do wop rolled into town and a tipple named skiffle was the latest craze in the cultural maze. 

In the 1960s, pies got hip. Man gave service to his lips. DSL was their fuel. Those cats, they spat rhymes. What they lacked for in time, they made up for in crime. 

In the 1970s, the stories became rocks and glitter-glammed and disco-slammed and funk punk stunk and the microphones span.

In the 1980s, the Gospel was Goth and the Good News was Romance for Simple Minds and U2. Indie end the Queen was Dead and the House that Jack Built rocked da house.

In the 1990s, there was a ravelution, a dum de dum de bass and drums, and the trip hopped and the penny dropped and Gays' shoes looked mighty fine.

In the Noughties, the dance-floor was grimey in the discos of Cor Blimey and New New Wave Wave waved at the Eighties to see who they could Spotify.


Written January 2016

We are the ocean

I see the ocean.
We are the ocean.

I walk towards the ocean.
We are the ocean.

I sit by the ocean.
We are the ocean.

I dive into the ocean.
We are the ocean.

I drink the ocean.
We are the ocean.

55% - 60% water and a sprinkling of salt.
Saline - Aquine
The potions of the ocean
Make motion.