A streak of piss with Dylan’s hair
Influenced by Baudelaire
Fucking funny when he swears
John Cooper Clarke
His fooking rhymes are fooking good
You don't know him? You fooking should
He fooking looks like Ronnie Wood
John Cooper Clarke
Stove pipe pants, pipe-cleaner legs
No meat on his ham and eggs
Carve a career from his dregs
John Cooper Clarke
He love his lit, he loves a laff
Never writes a line that’s naff
I’d like to have him round my gaff
I’d ask him for his autograph
John Cooper Clarke
Like Iggy Pop, Marcel Marceau
His name is apt and apropos
Those consonants they kick but flow
A pinch of vintage punk aggro
A poet that you need to know
John Cooper Clarke
His one book is out of print
On ebay it’s worth a mint
Too much if you’re young and skint
Publishers, I have a hint
Reprint Johnny Clarke
I saw him back in 83
With The Saints and Chris Bailey
The night belonged to JCC
Find out what he means to me
R. E.S.P.E.C. T
John Cooper Clarke
Oh, this is brilliant. I just wrote a blog post about JCC, and this came up when I was looking for a picture to go with it.
ReplyDeleteI hope you don't mind that I linked to you in my post. If you do, let me know and I'll remove the link.
http://aililinnea.livejournal.com/2869.html
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I discovered JCC because I'm big Christopher Eccleston fan, and Chris recites "Evidently Chickentown" in a movie called "Strumpet". His rhythms have gotten into my head and inspired me to poetry too.