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Simon Armitage -Snow joke-
2006-11-28 03:33:02 Snow joke Simon Armitage (England, 1963 - ) Heard the one about the guy from Heaton Mersey?Wife at home, lover in Hyde, mistressin Newton-le-Willows and two pretty girlsin the top grade at Werneth prep. Well, he was late and he had a good car so he snubbedthe police warning-light and tried to finessethe last six miles of moorland blizzard,and the story goes he was stuck within minutes. So he sat there thinking about life and things;what the dog does when it catches its tailand about the snake that ate itself to death.And he watched the windscreen filling up with snow, and it felt good, and the whiskyfrom his hip-flask was warm and smooth.And of course, there isn?t a punchlinebut the ending goes something like this. They found him slumped against the steering wheelwith VOLVO printed backwards in his frozen brow.And they fought in the pub over hot toddiesas who was to take the most credit. Him who took the aerial to be a hawthorn twig?Him who figured out the contour of his ca...
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Simon Armitage -Poem-
2006-11-28 03:33:02 Poem Simon Armitage (England, 1963 - ) And if it snowed and snow covered the drivehe took a spade and tossed it to one side.And always tucked his daughter up at night.And slippered her the one time that she lied. And every week he tipped up half his wage.And what he didn?t spend each week he saved.And praised his wife for every meal she made.And once, for laughing, punched her in the face. And for his mum he hired a private nurse.And every Sunday taxied her to church.And he bubbled when she went from bad to worse.And twice he lifted ten quid from her purse. Here?s how they rated him when they looked back:sometimes he did this, sometimes he did that. Poema Y si nevaba y la nieve cubría el caminoAgarraba la pala y la hacía a un lado.Y siempre arropaba a su hija por la noche.Y una vez que mintió le pegó con la chancla. Y cada semana se bebía la mitad de su sueldo.Y los que no gastaba cada semana lo ahorraba.Y alababa todas las comidas de su esposa.Y una vez, por reírse la ...
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Simon Armitage -It ain't what you do it's what it does to you-
2006-05-07 23:04:00 It ain't what you do it's what it does to you Simon Armitage (England, 1963 - )I have not bummed across Americawith only a dollar to spare, one pairof busted Levi's and a bowie knife.I have lived with thieves in Manchester.I have not padded through the Taj Mahal,barefoot, listening to the space betweeneach footfall picking up and putting downits print against the marble floor. But Iskimmed flat stones across Black Moss on a dayso still I could hear each set of ripplesas they crossed. I felt each stones' inertiaspend itself against the water; then sink.I have not toyed with a parachute cordwhile perched on the lip of a light aircraft;but I have held the wobbly head of a boyat the day centre, and stroked his fat hands.And I guess that the tightness in the throatand the tiny cascading sensationsomewhere inside us are both part of thatsense of something else. That feeling, I mean.No es lo que haces sino lo que eso te haceNo vagué por los Estados Unidoscon apenas un dólar en el bolsi...
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Simon Armitage -Man with a golf ball heart-
2006-05-07 23:04:00 Man with a golf ball heart Simon Armitage (England, 1963 - )They set about him with a knife and fork, I heard,and spooned it out. Dunlop, dimpled, perfectly hard.It bounced on stone but not on softer ground-they madea note of that. They slit the skin-a leathery,rubbery, eyelid thing-and further in, three milesof gut or string, elastic. Inside that, a pouchor sac of pearl-white balm or gloss, like Copydex.It weighed in at the low end of the litmus testbut wouldn't burn, and tasted bitter, bad, resinperhaps from a tree or plant. And it gave off gasthat caused them all to weep when they inspected it.That heart had been an apple once, they reckoned. Green.They had a scheme to plant an apple there againbeginning with a pip, but he rejected it.Hombre con corazón de pelota de golfSe le fueron encima con tenedor y cuchillo, me contaron,y se lo extirparon con una cuchara: Dunlop, cacarizo, totalmente duro.Rebotaba en la piedra pero no en un suelo blando. Tomaronnota de eso. Rebanaron la pie...
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