Lisa Knight's Blog, page 10
August 23, 2015
August 21, 2015
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – SATUDAY 22ND AUGUST 2015
Guerilla Toss – Trash Bed
Sissy – Gave Birth To A Mum
The Cathys – Subtle Barbs
Fans – Born into
August 20, 2015
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – FRIDAY 21ST AUGUST 2015
PWR BTTM – Dairy Queen
Colleen Green – Hellraiser
Girls Names – A Hunger Artist
Tigercub – Destroy
POETRY: MY PRETTY’S TURNING UGLY AND MY UGLY’S LETTING ITSELF BE KNOWN BY PAUL TRISTRAM
She screamed, slapping at both sides of her head
as if trying to stop something from spilling out.
“It’s you, you Bastard, I used to be so nice,
always smiling and happy, friendly with everyone.
Now I have a rage inside me like a chained pit-bull,
I don’t trust people anymore and I’m miserable alone.
You’ve poisoned me with something awful,
I’m not myself anymore, I have lost who I used to be
and I liked who I used to be, it was all I really had.
I’d stab you in the face with a piece of my broken heart
if I thought for one minute that it would set me free!”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 17, 2015
MUSIC: CAMDEN TO SHIBUYA EP 1/2 BY HOWARD BILLINGTON
EP 1: CAMDEN
EP 2: SHIBUYA
MUSIC BLOG: DIG THE NEW BREED – TUESDAY 18TH AUGUST 2015
Howard Billington – Admit It
Yanna Avlianos – My Favourite Game (Cardigans cover)
Daisy Victoria – Pain Of Dancers
Cortes – Facing My Fear
POETRY: BEER RUN BY PAUL TRISTRAM
They’d get him tripping his box off
on Welsh Magic Mushrooms,
then send him on beer runs,
he’d always go, never said no.
For the most fantastically ridiculous
things that they could think of, like:
A Vodka Harpoon, a book of Shit Tokens,
a Martini Crowd-Disperser, 3 Galaxy
and Lime Dazzlers, an 8 pack of Made-Up
Concoctions, a couple of String-Less
Bloody Mary’s…oh and a flagon of Cider.
He’d always stroll back in half hour later
absolutely expressionless and say in monotone
“Sorry boys but they only had the Cider,
maybe you want to send me to a different shop
next time, that one down there is crap?”
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 14, 2015
POETRY: DUNCAN DISORDERLY BY PAUL TRISTRAM
Standing smirking before the Desk Sergeant
with handcuffed and sprained wrists.
“For the umpteenth time: NAME?”
“Duncan…Duncan Disorderly!”
I receive a stinging blow from the left hand side,
my cheek bursts into flame, I smirk again loudly.
“We can do this all night, Tristram.
Now one more time: NAME?”
He sounds very angry,
like his voice is being cheese-grated through hatred
but his eyes dance with amusement and happiness.
I make him repeat the question 3 or 4 more times
before I smirk once more and answer accordingly.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 10, 2015
POETRY: A DECADE OR TWO OF JUST LUNCHING OUT BY PAUL TRISTRAM
His Father’s a Lieutenant Commander
in the Military,
paid for him to attend private school,
giving him all the best opportunities
and chances in life.
He paid him back by just lunching out
like a loser on heroin for a decade or two.
Denying his Folks the chance whatsoever
of Parental Pride or Grandchildren.
Instead he mirrored the Scum he surrounded
himself with except whilst they starved
because of their lifestyle, he telephoned
his Mother (With absolutely no shame at all!)
she would bring bags and bags of shopping
around to his selfish, ungrateful front door.
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
August 8, 2015
POETRY: YCH Y FI, DIRTY MOCHYN BY PAUL TRISTRAM
It’s like a female battle cry where I come from
and its uses are many and varied.
You come home dirty from the mountains as a lad,
you get a slap around your head and called it.
Get caught finger-fucking a girl in school…that’s right.
Step in dogshit on the road and everyone shouts it.
Fall over drunk and there it is again.
Have an affair or get bloodied up in a fight…and bingo.
But try saying it back to a woman about anything at all,
you’ll only do it the once and your life won’t be worth living,
you’ll be walking them streets in the rain, you Dirty Mochyn!
Written by Paul Tristram
Available to buy via Lulu
