A blog of words, wandering thoughts, supportive posts applauding work by creative people and sprinklings of life's bric-a-brac. AVAILABLE FOR FREELANCE WRITING COMMISSIONS joecushnan@aol.com 2021 memoir Has Anybody Here Seen Kelly? available from various booksellers.
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Friday, 26 April 2013
AUDIO - AFTER THE MASSACRE
"After The Massacre" from "Jack Elam, I Gave You The Best Years Of My Life" AUDIO: http://audioboo.fm/boos/1354560-after-the-massacre BOOK: http://www.feedaread.com/books/Jack-Elam-I-Gave-You-The-Best-Years-Of-My-Life-9781782993056.aspx
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
AUDIO - THE SUNDAY TIMES POOR LIST
"The Sunday Times Poor List" AUDIO: http://audioboo.fm/boos/1349912-the-sunday-times-poor-list … TEXT: http://droppedthemoon.blogspot.co.uk/2012/04/sunday-times-poor-list.html …
Tuesday, 23 April 2013
AUDIO - HIS CHAIR
When someone passes away, it takes time to get used to certain things "His Chair" AUDIO: http://audioboo.fm/boos/1348058-his-chair TEXT: http://droppedthemoon.blogspot.co.uk/2011/12/his-chair.html
Monday, 22 April 2013
AN ALIEN WISH
Take me back to Fizzlepuff,
to Cracklewhoosh,
where we can mungify
and slapmuzzle
until the ooble-oo
ackalays the clack.
to Cracklewhoosh,
where we can mungify
and slapmuzzle
until the ooble-oo
ackalays the clack.
Sunday, 21 April 2013
OPPORTUNITY LOST
To the destination of old age,
from the starting point of youth,
we are born with pure intentions
but soon lose our grip on truth.
From the first cry out of the womb,
to the last gasp as time runs out,
life is as long as fate allows,
the only certainty is doubt.
Here lies the body of the human race,
opportunity lost in deep disgrace.
from the starting point of youth,
we are born with pure intentions
but soon lose our grip on truth.
From the first cry out of the womb,
to the last gasp as time runs out,
life is as long as fate allows,
the only certainty is doubt.
Here lies the body of the human race,
opportunity lost in deep disgrace.
Friday, 19 April 2013
GUNSLINGER
The gunslinger lies
bleeding to death,
resisting his last breath.
A crowd gathers.
They know his name.
They see his shame.
Once the fastest
draw in the west,
now lying second best.
From this book, available soon in paperback from all major online booksellers. Available
NOW from www.feedaread.com:
» Belfast Backlash
» Geek! Music Poems
» Hamish Sheaney: The Nearly-Man of Irish Literature
» Much Calamity & The Redundance Kid
» Stephen Boyd: From Belfast To Hollywood
bleeding to death,
resisting his last breath.
A crowd gathers.
They know his name.
They see his shame.
Once the fastest
draw in the west,
now lying second best.
From this book, available soon in paperback from all major online booksellers. Available
NOW from www.feedaread.com:
Jack Elam, I Gave You The Best Years Of My Life
By Joe Cushnan
I have always loved westerns. I have given westerns a significant chunk of my time through five decades. I stand, metaphorical guns pointing and say, westerns, I gave you the best years of my life. This is a book about nostalgia, about passion, about celebration and about poetry. It’s a kind of scrapbook and memory jogger. There will be lists to illustrate some points and poems to ponder as we mosey on through. Some of the poems are simple, straightforward pieces and some are little scenes from imaginary films or just random cowboy thoughts. The book, as you may have gathered by now, has a central theme – westerns – and a particular name and face as it’s mascot, Jack Elam, the best supporting actor any western film could have wished for. This is not a western encyclopedia, nor a text book, nor a biography, nor anything other than a fan’s indulgence via poetry. But it might just stir up some fond memories and raise a smile from my generation of pretend cowboys, and I hope it also acts as a signpost for younger generations to visit some of the television and cinema features mentioned herein.
ISBN: 9781782993056
Total Pages: 102
Published: 8 April 2013
Price: £5.99
Other books from this Author
» A BELFAST KID» Belfast Backlash
» Geek! Music Poems
» Hamish Sheaney: The Nearly-Man of Irish Literature
» Much Calamity & The Redundance Kid
» Stephen Boyd: From Belfast To Hollywood
Thursday, 18 April 2013
LAST NEWSPAPER
Seven months have passed
Since I bought my last newspaper.
I grew tired of the news,
Of the analysing of analysis,
Opinions on opinions,
Columns of claptrap,
Surveys and research,
Scare stories and mischief,
Agendas and spin,
Celebrity gossip and angst,
Recipes and lifestyle,
Vouchers and crosswords,
Competitions and junk inserts,
All the bullshit boredom of it all,
Serious reportage mixing with fluff,
Enough was enough was enough was enough.
I miss the odd writer
With an intelligent head
But I have opted for a clutter-free
Existence instead.
I've no regrets, none,
No affection still lingers,
But I do kinda miss
The printing ink on my fingers.
Since I bought my last newspaper.
I grew tired of the news,
Of the analysing of analysis,
Opinions on opinions,
Columns of claptrap,
Surveys and research,
Scare stories and mischief,
Agendas and spin,
Celebrity gossip and angst,
Recipes and lifestyle,
Vouchers and crosswords,
Competitions and junk inserts,
All the bullshit boredom of it all,
Serious reportage mixing with fluff,
Enough was enough was enough was enough.
I miss the odd writer
With an intelligent head
But I have opted for a clutter-free
Existence instead.
I've no regrets, none,
No affection still lingers,
But I do kinda miss
The printing ink on my fingers.
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