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If it's THE John Cooper Clarke, he was the Bard of Salford, not Sheffield.

 

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Cooper_Clarke

http://www.cyberspike.com/clarke/

 

"Keith Joseph smiles and a baby dies,

In a box on Beasley Street"

 

When I was a student I lived in Moss Side / Whalley Range in Manchester in Darnley Street. That poem fitted Darnley Street excellently!

 

http://www.cyberspike.com/clarke/beasley.html

 

Oh....and I think he lived with Nico (of Velvet Underground fame) for a while in the 1980s?

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John Cooper Clarke is a brilliant poet, if only for "Beasley Street" alone. "A Love Story In Reverse" is another favourite of mine. He's appeared at the Boardwalk a couple of times in the last couple of years.

 

If I remember rightly, the "Sheffield Poet" of the time was a guy called Mark Miwurdz. Anyone know what he's doing now?

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If I remember rightly, the "Sheffield Poet" of the time was a guy called Mark Miwurdz. Anyone know what he's doing now?

 

 

I'm pretty sure Mark Miwurdz was from Bolton...

 

Did Sheffield have any punk poets?

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I'm pretty sure Mark Miwurdz was from Bolton...

 

Did Sheffield have any punk poets?

 

He was originally 'Marx' Miwurds as postered in and around West St. Nice bloke, used to drink in the Hanover, Broomhall.

 

Buggered of to London and did a bit of TV and stuff.

 

As said by others here (John cooper Clarkes) Beasley Street was brilliant, slowly building and increasing in energy, so many lines in the lyrics still come to mind.

FAR FROM CRAZY PAVEMENTS

 

...THE TASTE OF SILVER SPOONS

 

A CLINICAL ARRANGEMENT

 

...ON A DIRTY AFTERNOON

 

WHERE THE FECAL GERMS OF MR. FREUD

 

...ARE RENDERED OBSOLETE

 

THE LEGAL TERM IS NULL AND VOID

 

IN THE CASE OF... BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

IN THE CHEAP SEATS WHERE MURDER BREEDS

 

SOMEBODY IS OUT OF BREATH

 

SLEEP IS A LUXURY THEY DON'T NEED

 

...A SNEAK PREVIEW OF DEATH

 

BELLADONNA IS YOUR FLOWER

 

MANSLAUGHTER YOUR MEAT

 

SPEND A YEAR IN A COUPLE OF HOURS

 

ON THE EDGE OF BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

WHERE THE ACTION ISN'T

 

THAT'S WHERE IT IS

 

STATE YOUR POSITION

 

VACANCIES EXIST

 

IN AN X-CERTIFICATE EXERCISE

 

EX-SERVICEMEN EXCRETE

 

KEITH JOSEPH SMILES AND A BABY DIES

 

IN A BOX ON BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

FROM THE BOARDING HOUSES AND THE BEDSITS FULL OF

 

...ACCIDENTS AND FLEAS

 

SOMEBODY GETS IT

 

WHERE THE MISSING PERSONS FREEZE

 

WEARING DEAD MEN'S OVERCOATS

 

YOU CAN'T SEE THEIR FEET

 

A RIFF JOINT SHUTS - OPENS UP

 

RIGHT DOWN ON BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

CARS COLLIDE, COLOURS CLASH

 

DISASTER MOVIE STUFF

 

FOR A MAN WITH THE FU MANCHU MOUSTACHE

 

REVENGE IS NOT ENOUGH

 

THERE'S A DEAD CANARY ON A SWIVEL SEAT

 

THERE'S A RAINBOW IN THE ROAD

 

MEANWHILE ON BEASLEY STREET

 

SILENCE IS THE CODE

 

 

 

HOT BENEATH THE COLLAR

 

...AN INSPECTOR CALLS

 

WHERE THE PERISHING STINK OF SQUALOR

 

...IMPREGNATES THE WALLS

 

THE RATS HAVE ALL GOT RICKETS

 

THEY SPIT THROUGH BROKEN TEETH

 

THE NAME OF THE GAME IS NOT CRICKET

 

CAUGHT OUT ON ...BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

THE HIPSTER AND HIS HIRED HAT

 

DRIVE A BORROWED CAR

 

YELLOW SOCKS AND A PINK CREVAT

 

NOTHING LA-DI-DAH

 

O-A-P

 

MOTHER-TO-BE

 

WATCH THE THREE-PIECE SUITE

 

WHEN ****STOPPER DRAINS

 

AND CROCODILE SKIS

 

ARE SEEN ON ...BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

THE KINGDOM OF THE BLIND

 

...A ONE-EYED MAN IS KING

 

BEAUTY PROBLEMS ARE REDEFINED

 

...THE DOORBELLS DO NOT RING

 

A LIGHT BULB BURST LIKE A BLISTER

 

THE ONLY FORM OF HEAT

 

WHERE A FELLOW SELLS HIS SISTER

 

...DOWN THE RIVER ON BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

THE BOYS ARE ON THE WAGON

 

THE GIRLS ARE ON THE SHELF

 

THEIR COMMON PROBLEM IS

 

...THAT THEY'RE NOT SOMEONE ELSE

 

THE DIRT BLOWS OUT

 

THE DUST BLOWS IN

 

YOU CAN'T KEEP IT NEAT

 

IT'S A FULLY FURNISHED DUSTBIN

 

...SIXTEEN BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

VINCE THE AGEING SAVAGE

 

BETRAYS NO KIND OF LIFE

 

...BUT THE SMELL OF YESTERDAY'S CABBAGE

 

AND THE GHOST OF LAST YEAR'S WIFE

 

THROUGH A CONSTANT HAZE

 

OF DEODORANT SPRAYS

 

HE SAYS ...RETREAT

 

ALSATIANS DOG THE DIRTY DAYS

 

DOWN THE MIDDLE OF BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

PEOPLE TURN TO POISON

 

QUICK AS LAGER TURNS TO ****

 

SWEETHEARTS ARE PHYSICALLY SICK

 

EVERY TIME THEY KISS

 

IT'S A SOCIOLOGIST'S PARADISE

 

EACH DAY REPEATS

 

UNEASY, CHEASY, GREASY, QUEASY

 

...BEASTLY, BEASLEY STREET

 

 

 

EYES DEAD AS VICIOUS FISH

 

LOOK AROUND FOR LAUGHS

 

IF I COULD HAVE JUST ONE WISH

 

I WOULD BE A PHOTOGRAPH

 

ON A PERMANENT MONDAY MORNING

 

GET LOST OR FALL ASLEEP

 

WHEN THE YELLOW CATS ARE YAWNING

 

AROUND THE BACK OF BEASLEY STREET

 

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE

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Mark Miwurdz is now plain Mark Hurst i think, and doing stuff on radio 4.

Saw him several times in the early eighties, and he was always good.

 

Seen JCC a few times as well over the years, and he's always been entertaining. and funny.

He's playing the Boardwalk 25th Oct for anyone interested.

 

Altogether now..

"what kind of creature bore you, was it some kind of bat

they can't find a good word for you, but i can....."

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