It'll be a busy week. We're putting the finishing touches to our own version of 'Box Song' in a studio in Hackney at the moment. Im also going to the Edinburgh festival next weekend having booked tickets to see Rhod Gilbert, Tim Key, the documentary 'We Are Together' and my friend Kate's play, which should be a whole of fun. On top of this Im pretty tired, having just come back from the Green Man Festival in Wales where we played a really good set to a great crowd in torrential rain. None of this bodes particulalry well for my blogging in the immediate future, but I thought I could at least continue my current series of Animal Poems with Ian Johnson's epic,
The Tortoise...
It's the mildest and slowest of all creatures on this planet.
And as far as age goes it really should be able to manage it.
To over one hundred and fifty years of age.
And man comes along and traps it in a cage.
For its large and delightful shell,
well,
something had to be done about it
ass they were becoming extinct an fast,
once their population was vast,
but it did not last,
so they made exile,
to the fair Galapagos Isle,
Where they could stay and rest in their small but large figures.
All spelling, punctuation and line breaks are Ian's.
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