The meat of life is for sharing… Wednesday, October 29, 2014 / Lille, France #SchwervonPoetry

IMG_4247.JPG
I am a bird
Kakaww. Kakaww.
L’oiseaux ce moi.

It’s a Charlie Brown
Kind of day.

There is alway a path for fear
Fear
Sometimes you can taste it
Like sugar in the frosting
Of an expensive pastery

And sometimes
it is a smell
Like the tired dead skin
That collects behind the ears
Of an old man

The greatest fear is that
It is all for nothing

All the work and the stress
Worth nothing more than the energy
Burned in the process

It is why some live their lives
As though they were being filmed
Each second
of each day

We fill our blood with fire
And dance away the monster
We let our hearts share the space

The meat of life is for sharing
We consume our little deaths
Together, with strangers, like family
Like music.

(This poem was originally recited on October 29, 2014 at Bar L’imposture in Lille, France)

We are not merely knowers. We are extraordinarily gatherers… Monday, October 27, 2014 / Edinburgh, Scotland #SchwervonPoetry

IMG_4229.JPG
Oh come ye down from
Mount Wifi on high.
The only important lessons
Learned are the ones made
When We know everything

Where’s the pride in your ride
Where’s the class in your ass
Where’s the class in your class.
Where’s the pride in your pride.

What kind of gun shall we use to
To kill the monster?
What pesticide will we use
To kill it’s friendly ghost?

Sometimes the big things
Are the little things.

The jails are jobs.
The jobs are jails.

Encore! encore! Encore!
Do you really want to hear more
Or do you just want another drink?
Putting off the cold ride home.

We are not merely knowers
We are extraordinarily gatherers

We grow as we go.

Double Espresso
Is the password

Tripple bypass
Is the last word

Eventually
Things will scare you into health
You will wake from the dream
And realize that you are still dreaming
You discover sometimes
dreams can be nightmares.

So when that moment of clarity happens
And then passes.
It’s not about making your dreams
Come true.
It’s just about turning your nightmares
Into dreams.

(This poem was originally recited on October 27, 2014 at The Wee Red Bar in Edinburgh, Scotland)

Schwervon! Fantastico 2014 Tour: First US and UK Leg!

Here are a handful of pictures from the first three weeks of the tour. I’ve tried to arrange them as chronologically as I can remember. It’s been great reconnecting with old friends as well as making lots of new ones. Tomorrow we head for Lille, France where we meet up with our old pal BP, who will be driving us for the mainland Europe part of the tour. See you soon Germany. Enjoy the pics!
image
Kicking things off, locally, on the air with MidDay Medley at KKFI 90.1.
Untitled
Tour manager.
MeltStLouis
Hello, St. Louis!
image
Ouch!
Colts donut
Colts donut.
Me. clit and the pink cigarettes
Mr. Clit and the Pink Cigarettes
Untitled
The Ramettes.
Untitled
These are called Flips in Germany.
image
Untitled
Babe Rage.
Untitled
Nanercize.
image
Best record store Columbus!
Untitled
Buckeye Donuts (Columbus).
Untitled
Cat Toilet.
Untitled
Cracker Barrel.
Untitled
Old friends in Polish places.
Untitled
NYC (really, not really).
Untitled
Phoebe Blue.
image
Subway selfie.
schwervon_sew
Keeping shit stitched together.
Palisades Brooklyn.
Thanks Palisades!
Untitled
The mother land!
Untitled
London Tubetastic!
Untitled
Nommi!
Untitled
Fancy a Cuppa?!
Untitled
Wave Pictures.
Untitled
George.
Untitled
Love this stuff!
Untitled
London.
Untitled
Settings.
Untitled
Thanks Kelly and Simon!
Untitled
We’re a long way from Long Island (Nottingham).
Untitled
Nottingham!
Untitled
The Queen on Kings Walk!
Untitled
British Pork Rinds.
Untitled
Me and The Wave Pictures Ryder.
Norwich
Norwich!
Sheffield
You got it right Sheffield.
Sheffield2014
Cool arty shot by friend Paul.
Untitled
Sheffield Monster.
Untitled
Tiny.
Untitled
G>O>L>F>
Untitled
Perth Pals!
Untitled
Perth love.
Untitled
Aberdeen Pals!
Untitled
Scotland.
Untitled
Glasgow flyer.
Untitled
Glasgow bathroom tag.
Untitled
Glasgow bass settings.
Untitled
Glasgow action shot.
Untitled
Paper Cup baked eggs (Glasgow).
Untitled
Scotch and Air Drum solo.
Untitled
Micky is watching.
Untitled
Sooty.
image
Salford poetry, dance.
image
I’ve developed a bit of a Twirl problem.
image
Cheerio.

You wanna see more?

The handcuffs of courteous behavior… Friday, October 25, 2014 / Salford, UK #SchwervonPoetry

IMG_4216.JPG
Good friend on a green couch
Tell me about your first time
Let’s talk about how we’ve soiled
Our lives
Let’s discuss the processes
Or laundry
The delicate cycles
The virtues of hand washing
And a good hot iron

The handcuffs of courteous behavior
The burden of fruitlessness
The freedom of the priesthood

Repetition, repetition, repetition
Pound world
Pound world
Pound world

If I remind you of someone
Who hurt you
that could hurt
I know
But
If I remind you of someone
Who loved you
That could hurt you even more

I don’t need colored lights
To know which way the wind blows

I need warmth
I need sweetness
It’s need a mouth full of earth
It’s not something you just
Cram in or
Spit out.
It’s all around
It’s inside.

A mouth that swallows a Mountian
A horse that always knows
The way home

(This poem was originally recited at First Chop Brewing Arm on October 25, 2014 in Salford, UK)

Let’s dance this night back From history… Thursday, Oct. 24 2014 / Glasgow, Scotland #SchwervonPoetry

image

photo by Claire Biddles

Kissing on blue lips
Run your fingers through
This red horse hair
If you like
Prick you fingers on the
bristles of my coarse sailors beard

No one was born to love you
Like your mother
And she could be jiving too

So let’s have a time
I’ll swing you round the barricade
If you slip me past the judges chambers

You can’t snuggle with a
Synthesizer
You can’t slice into
A misty knee deep
New wave evening
On a
Gut stringed ukulele

All the green, yellow, gold and brown
Coming down from the Mountain.
Diving up through the Loch
A green trout wiggling
From each point of my
Sparkley triton.

Let’s dance this night back
From history
And make it the better part
Of more and more of our days

We’ll warm ourselves by the pub fire
And let the waves or worry and care
roll Back across the flat black water

Like looking through a glass table top
We’ll look down at our toes
Wiggling in the cold sauce
At the bottom of  the lake
and say Goodbye

(This poem was originally recited at The Old Hairdressers on October 24, 2014 in Glasgow, Scotland)