Description
THE SLOT
Toward
The venue,
Toward
The crowd
And their reaction
Toward
Those ten given minutes,
Where I'll spill
My guts
At the feet
Of strangers.
IT REALLY WAS!
Sexual intercourse began
In nineteen eighty three
(Which was brilliant for me) -
Between the end of Tennessee Williams
And Madonna's first LP,
OH YES
Sometimes our lives
Are electrified with a moment
That will remain tattooed
Forever.
And my moment
Is you.
Praise and Reviews
Comment from Tim Roux, author of 'The Dance of the Pheasodile' and 'Missio':
Coming from a street near Mike, I happen to know quite a lot about Hull and the extraordinary artistic flare up that has happened there over the last 40 years since the arrival of Philip Larkin of Hull University, John Godber of Hull Truck, and Cilla Wykes of ThisisUll, all of whom have had a major fertilising effect on the area (and if those sound like honorary titles they've got there, they should be).
Mike is out of the ThisisUll stable of poets, writers and musicians, which means that he is scrutinising the streets of his less than fair city with a scalpel and microscope. If he were from the University set, he would be gazing through a telescope into the beyond. That is the significant divide in Hull poetry.
I love this stuff. It looks like Hull, it sounds like Hull and it smells like Hull, a place we are all proud to come from, even if we don't always enjoy the experience of being there at the time.
In this collection, Mike proves himself a true poetic trawlerman of his city. What a catch!
