Being Beta

Exercises in the higher banter with One of 26. Elsewhere called 'poet of adland'. By a whipple-squeezer. Find out why being beta is the new alpha: betarish at googlemail dot com

Friday, October 07, 2016

National Poetry Day 2016: BBC Local Poets

Yesterday was the second busiest day of the year for poets (the first is, of course, Valentine's Day). I played my own small part, by being a wee cog in the wonderful Local Poets project that the BBC organised for the day. 40 poets matched to their respect BBC local radio station gave voice to an object that represented the area.

You can hear my tribute to London's Underground map, and I was on BBC Radio London in the evening talking about it (from 2h 51m).

I also popped up on BBC Asian Network to read another poem (from 2h 46m).

And you can hear all the other local poems here.

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Tuesday, October 04, 2016

Listorama: Facebook status updates vol 44

BetaRish is...

Day 4 of the Great National Unravelling, and that smell in the air is that of singed fur as the Elite Reverse Ferret begins!

Oh cold lonely rock in the sea

On for plans

Today’s narrative features resignation as commonplace jeopardy

woke up with an overwhelming desire to catalogue everything

Forms and plans, plans and forms

has run out of runes to read and sooths to say

A faff is as good as a rest

Pokemon never started

would like to be apricating

shook a tailfeather, and it fell off

Sun transit gloria

has the summer cold blues

Too much looking, not enough seeing

is doing the deck shoe squelch

is on the infinite list

is off to be a visionary again


Oh summer where art thou?


is working on the Master Plan, Part Deux


is putting donks on it


I am falling over myself to be balanced


In The Time of Harmony: The Golden Age Is Not In The Past, It Is In The Future


recommends chicken wings for pudding


is forever for ever


is all the glorious trivialities


is dipping for victory


is all the stories that will ever be told


is casting pines before swirls


Hello desk, my old friend


is squeezing the last pips of summer


The glance is all


ooh, proper back to school weather


supposes one has to


The beat goes on, elsewhere


is a tendency


is late, is early, is intense


And the bold, what do they do next?


tiltin’ wiltin’


Data data everywhere and far too much to think


is an unwilling victim of the supposed mercy of systems


is an engine of progress, wheezing slightly on the hard shoulder


is the story next to the story


is a member of The Obvious Club


If the centre cannot hold, why is my stomach growing?


Wanted – only good words today


is an outrider


is on a smackdown crackdown


is having a dalliance with tiredness

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