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Posted by: Iain Fisher
« on: February 08, 2011, 06:27:30 PM »

Another poem has been added 

For Her Without a Nose

"When this picture was published in Time Magazine of a woman, mutilated by her boyfriend, the shock was so great that almost no words could describe it. This poem is a modest attempt."
 



Posted by: Iain Fisher
« on: July 09, 2010, 12:37:27 AM »

There are now five unpublished poems:

Beast 
Some months ago an English journalist went to Tanzania and gratuitously killed a baboon, for no other reason than satisfying his morbid curiosity. This is Steven Berkoff's response.
 
Train Murder 
A memorial to student Tom Grant who was killed on a train in 2006 as he came
to the aid of a stranger.
 
Wimbledon   
A celebration of the Wimbledon final in 2009 between Roger Federer and Andy Roddick.

Big Game Fishing 
An indictment of those who boast of ending the lives of beautiful creatures.
 
Uprising 
A Memorial to the Heroes of the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising on the Sixtieth Anniversary, 
Posted by: Iain Fisher
« on: July 07, 2010, 07:36:16 PM »

There are now more poems on the site.
Posted by: Iain Fisher
« on: February 16, 2010, 05:41:11 PM »

and here you can read about the slaughter that inspied it
www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/food_and_drink/eating_out/a_a_gill/article6882183.ece

AA Gill, a restaurant critic, wrote in The Sunday Times, 25 Oct 2009:

"I shot a baboon in Africa, last Wednesday, just after lunch. Shot it dead....
 
So I’m in Africa, in a hat, with dark intentions and a truck full of guns and other blokes in hats. Josh the hunter said: “Why don’t we shoot a baboon?”...

So, I said, why not? Just a little one. I can handle it; I’ll be a recreational primate killer.... I took him just below the armpit. He slumped and slid sideways. I’m told they can be tricky to shoot: they run up trees, hang on for grim life. They die hard, baboons. But not this one. A soft-nosed .357 blew his lungs out. We paced the ground. The air was filled with a furious keening of his tribe. Two hundred and fifty yards. Not a bad shot....

Showing off your expressive and judgmental eating skills is far harder than blowing away a monkey....
Some frogs, a pig, a chicken, a cow and a baboon all died in the writing of this column"
Posted by: Iain Fisher
« on: February 16, 2010, 05:31:15 PM »

You can read a Berkoff poem here

www.stevenberkoff.com/poem.html

"Some months ago an English journalist went to Tanzania and gratuitously killed a baboon, for no other reason than satisfying his morbid curiosity. This is Steven Berkoff's response."

Some interesting rhymes (attuned and baboons).