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TIM TURNBULL RealAudio recordings of Raw Horse (4.34) and Popular Culture(6.00) The printed versions first appeared in issue 11 and this link will take you there |
Trouble taking off Australians Stranded in Sub-Atomica Genius Not a Committed Artist It Lives! Tim Turnbull's Cunning Plan ___________________
Trouble taking off | Australians | Stranded in Sub-Atomic | Genius | Not a Committed Artist | It Lives! | Tim Turnbull's Cunning Plan Genius Another youth has hanged his self in Risley. I suppose it's one less greedy mouth to feed. I'm sorry for the mum who's left to grieve and for the poor beggar who gets the grisly job of cutting him down and (is this me?) but I think you also have to concede that it takes a sort of genius to believe so little; to take on so much misery. As betting men what would we put the odds on finding that, looked at statistically, when the league tables for suicidalists are published, then these lumpen, useless clods, these louts of unrefined sensibility come way ahead of physicists or priests. _________________________ Not a Committed Artist Tate Modern 14.5.2000 The German boy with the deep-fried tan is pointing in pantomime disgust and shouting out things in foreign. They sound like entartetekunst from here. He has fabulous pecs, slim waist, blond crop and a six pack showing through his starch white vest. It appears that something abstract, and probably expressionist, has got his goat. I follow on, logging his outrage at each of the exhibits, and consider turning back, jogging through the galleries to get ahead, and launching a haymaker aimed a half a yard behind his head, and watching him drop like a lamed horse, blood spraying over the floor as if from Jackson Pollock's brush. I could help him see the world more like Georges Braques and, in the brief hush before the patrons realise that this is not a performance piece and start screaming and call for the police, to understand that modern art is best appreciated in silence - at least when I'm around. His tanned, stupid face yacks into the distance. No. I'm too old and scared of getting banned. _________________________ It Lives! In one gruesome experiment, it seems, they, with their habitual disregard for public safety, took the mind of a pig, implanted it in the body of a pig, dressed it up in a cheap suit, furnished it with a full set of opinions and let it loose. For over eighteen months they monitored its every move, kept tabs on its contacts and administered the stabilising drugs, as necessary, when it slept. Before long, though, it became clear that they were not in control at all. They lost track of it for days on end. The team of specialists would arrive at the staked-out cafe to see a kitchen door flap, an informant shrug and hear the bins clatter in the next alley. It has been spotted holding forth in bars as far apart as Hemel Hempstead, Poole in Dorset and Hebden Bridge, sometimes on the same night. In May they thought they had it, at a Travelodge off the M6 but when the Mondeo door creaked open, to the orchestrated crash of cocking guns, a corpulent rep stepped into the spotlights and crapped himself. While it is at liberty no woman, man or child can sleep safely. They will take no responsibility and despite all evidence to the contrary, all the horror and fear they have brought into the world, have begun to deny that it even exists. _________________________ Tim Turnbull's Cunning Plan I intend to be the Laureate at some point in the not too distant future. Here is my plan - I will murder all the other poets, one by one. It will look like a cross between Kind Hearts and Coronets and the Japanese Occupation of Manchuria. |
© 2001 Tim Turnbull Audio info: Tim Turnbull 2 Poems with Rock Music Popular Culture: Music The Velvet Underground Raw Horse: Music Einstürzende Neubauten Programming: Taka Mukai Engineering: Georgette Okey Thanks to Haringey Arts Council for funding Trouble taking off | Australians | Stranded in Sub-Atomic | Genius | These poems may not be archived or distributed further without the author's express permission. Please see our conditions of use. |
author bio Tim Turnbull was born in rural North Yorkshire in 1960 and lived in the same village for many years. He's worked in forestry most of his adult life and for fifteen years sang in a variety of punk, industrial, ska-type bands. When he finally got sick of other people, he started to write and perform his poetry, moving to London five years ago and taking to the city and the poetry like a rat to sewers. He's performed all over England and the U.S., both on his own and with the slam team "Heart of Darkness." Last year he performed at the Edinburgh Festival with Big Word. The poem "With the Breakdown of Faith . . . " Discuss was commended in the Poetry Society's National Poetry Competition. Turnbull is a |
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