The Silence of Mandy Speak to me Mandy
Break this fucking agony
Just a single poxy word like
a stone in the pond
to make things - any fucking thing! - ripple
with life....
Please don't just stand
there shagging well staring
like stone
like statue on parade
Break this cunting agony
Break this cunting silence
Isn't it
(Source: Gavin, J. [1989]: 'Why isn't it that no-one Loves me! Isn't it', Faber, London)
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9 comments:
Tres profundis Monsieur Gavin.
Deep man!
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Complete and utter bollox!!!
The brown deep brown silence of mandy, I remember it well during my early years as a young pup. Aah yes what sweet memories of sucking the marrow from many a good bone
I love the work of Jurgen Gavin. So intense and immediate; I would like to envelope him in my ample thighs and possess him. I often read Gavin at the end of a hard day's survivalist struggles. He zips my zap back into shape - makes my large, lush thighs tingle...
Genius Monsieur Gavin!
Inane, inarticulate, self-indulgent drivel laddie.
I am Art and Barry's love-child - Barry Garfunkel. I was born in the Bermuda Triangle, but escaped across those troubled waters on a bridge. My forehead is enormous and my nose, huge!
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