Fuckwits & Strangers

Sharks swimming in their own spit,
With their mighty come-ons and hairy touch,
They look up and down,
And comment.

Loving the game and pissing on the meek,
Who wouldn't love their attention?

Rick Got Stabbed And Spent The Next Six Months In Hospital. I Met Him Two Years Afterwards On A Pier At Night.

"You write? What books? Magazines? Poetry?"

"Yes."

"Once I wrote a poem and read it to a mate who said he’d heard it before and I must have stolen it from a magazine or something so I threw it out. I must have heard it before and now I don’t remember any bit of it. I’d been on the cones, sitting with me old farm dog, Rhett here, good dog I think he likes you, and was looking into the sky and the trees, listening to the trout splashing in the almost darkness jumping for bugs like they do at that time of night. Be fucked what I wrote in my poem. It’s all lost now.”

"It’s okay because poems are in the wind."

"What?"

"And you grab at them from the wind like a trout would a nymph."

"Fuck. You just said something. I’m not trying to piss in your pocket or anything. But I think you just said something that’s true. Let me shake your hand. Shit. Hold on a second.... Yeah, you’re right. Let me shake your hand."

Brian Eno, The Lyricist

Here's lyrics to a beautiful piece which appears on his 1975 album, Another Green World.

I'll Come Running
Brian Eno

I'll find a place somewhere in the corner,
I'm gonna waste the rest of my days,
Just watching patiently from the window,
Just waiting, seasons change, some day, oh oh,
My dreams will pull you through that garden gate,

I want to be the wandering sailor,
We're silhouettes by the light of the moon,
I sit playing solitaire by the window,
Just waiting, seasons change, ah hah, you'll see,
Some day these dreams will pull you through my door,

And I'll come running to tie your shoe,
I'll come running to tie your shoe.

Wish I wrote that. It's so so right.

His Story Always Repeats

You've
gone
and
done
it
again
haven't
you.

Time
and
time
again
you
never
learn.

You've
only
got
yourself
to
blame.

But no!

My maladies are biscuits.
I like to split them
and lick off the cream.

You're
just
saying
that.

Now
go
to
your
room.