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| RTomens, 2025 |
'Decide what your poem is about'
Mine are often (not always) about nothing. But then...
are they really poems?
No.
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When I worked in the bookshop I'd play Thee Headcoats and other Medway bands' music regularly. It seemed to suit the place, the place being a bit ramshackle, rough, raw around the edges. I found this book in the local charity shop the other day...
That sparked a fresh wave of Medway Sound listening again.
Chatham is a Medway town. It's the only town I've ever visited that actually made me depressed.
Rochester is good.
Gillingham is great for a walk where the River Medway opens up.
Heading East from the Medway towns you come to Faversham and a fantastic boat yard.
It's the kind of place I'd like to live...in a shack...alongside the creek...
...away from all the big city crap...with men who while away the days patching up their boats...get a bulldog and learn to play the banjo...drive an old Jeep...I can dream of the alternate lifestyle...
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