OTHER PEOPLE ARE REAL

 

{a point made in Atonement

I mistook Ian McEwan, the novelist
For John Williams, the classical guitarist

I thought he was drinking
At a table in The Intrepid Fox
In Soho, when it was neither of them

This would have been when I came
To London without a change of socks
And stole a copy of Fenollosa

The Chinese Written Character
As A Medium For Poetry, edited
After Ernest’s death, by Ezra Pound

Mott the Hoople were playing at Central
And we went to see them. Sneaking in

Me and Billy, Billy Williams

They were shite. It would have been such a simple
Matter to have bought a replacement pair of socks

Why didn’t I?

It’s like asking the Americans
Why they didn’t get out of Vietnam

They were still there when we saw Mott
And I mistook McEwan for the man
Who played the theme from the Deer Hunter

It was the same weekend
Francis Bacon made a pass at me in Frenchies

I remember Dad saying he liked the tune
 
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Steven Taylor
Picture Francis Bacon
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One Response to OTHER PEOPLE ARE REAL

    1. Great poem.

      Comment by Angie Birtill on 3 August, 2024 at 10:50 am

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