Grimbeau

Mike Foot died yesterday.

My

mind flew to

the Bevan biography:

when I read it

how I felt.

Then

there was the Scarfe sculpt of him laying crumpled

in a duffel coat with a mop for hair

and spine

This

was soon after

Scarfe had done ‘the wall’

cartoon movie sequences with pink Floyd

who were busy floating inflated pigs.

Huston and the Moby Dick

latex whales,

cast adrift by a seastorrm and floating

about the cork coastline endangering shipping.
Poor Mike,

a bit like

the latex whale himself,

as he got swamped

by the ugly tory juggernaut,

and the middle class parasites of the sdp fiasco.

I heard Owen belching out some shite

about Plymouth after the war, Argyle etc – what a dick!

I have dreamt about being looked upon with

general disapprobrium

for

frequent use of this word,

smacks of a bit of

adolescent muckiness.

there

was this thing on the radio about

Salinger and I was full of shit last night,

so it’s understandable.