So, I didn’t win the Seamus Heaney Prize (I’m not sure the winner has been announced yet).
I was going to wallow in self-pity and post Jeff Buckley’s cover of “I Know It’s Over”, which I think gives Morrissey a run for
Then I thought, No. Bring it on world. And I decided the
video below better represented my current mood.
An odd thing happened when I watched this video for the first
time. I sat transfixed throughout the whole thing, and afterwards I realised I
didn’t want to “be with” (ahem) Azealia Banks, I wanted to BE Azealia Banks.
there we are, the truth is out. I want to be Azealia Banks. (This is either
incipient middle age or insanity. I welcome them both.)
Well, I never said I was normal. As Foucault once
observed, we must all affirm our legitimate strangeness.
That, for me, is what
poetry is all about.
*******POTTY MOUTH ALERT! *******