Monday, 14 July 2014

talking funny

"I started late. I don't want to die with a good idea. I want to get it out."


"I remind myself it really isn’t work. My dad was a laborer who got up at 5:30 each morning and worked for 50 years in all weathers for, by showbiz standards, petty cash. I remind myself of that every time I feel a bit hard done by. Winston Churchill said if you find a job you love, you’ll never work again. And that’s what it feels like. I used to be a lazy person, unambitious, a slacker, but now I’m a workaholic, because of the privileged position I’ve found myself in.

Fame is an upshot of what I do. If you're a successful comedian or actor, then you're a famous one. But it’s a by-product. It’s not the driving force. The making of it is the fun for me—not the money or the awards. It’s the process that I love, and the most exciting part is the creative thought. I’ve never done anything for a million pounds that I wouldn’t have done for free. Likewise, the awards are a thrill, but deep down I know it's only the opinions of a few people; it doesn't matter whether you win or lose. What matters is the work. You tried your hardest and you're proud of it. That's the important thing."

Thursday, 3 July 2014

morning star

a dance with the Devil
always begins
with

the skin
under my
fingernails

torn apart

as we dig into
each others'
dermis,

deep into
the somber ocean
of memory

where she
dissolves
into ashes

where I
wait for her
sinking

wrecked and
broken.



a dance with the Devil
always begins
with

a silent passing
the obituary
of us

sweet and sour
as we split
like the atom

drown,
fall asleep
under the stars

and forget each
others'
faces

the echo of
our first
laughs

it was never
just
a dance

more a
nightmarish
ritual

the summoning
of storms
and rain

arresting,
combustible
magic

that ends in pain.