The Borkowski poet in residence, Adam Horovitz, returns with a versicle celebrating the reaction to the England v. Algeria match last night. I’ve been drowning my ennui in tequila, beer and noise, trying to float the bubble football blows and then destroys I’ve been drowning my ennui. I’ve been blotting the despair that’s been welling […]
Have you overdosed on the X Factor? Are the opinions of the judges getting you down? Have you felt like venting your feelings about the loss of your favourite contestant? Did Danyl’s departure in the semi-finals really get your goat? Did Lucie losing out to Jedward rile you to the point of despair? Or are […]
A new poem by the Borkowski poet in residence, dedicated to Nick Griffin, leader of the BNP, who will be making his first, controversial appearance on the BBC’s Question Time tonight. For the audio version, scroll to the bottom of the post… I’m Anglo-Saxon, I’m of German extraction. I’m a Celt. My blood’s from the […]
Our publicist which art in Chinawhite shallowed be our names. Thy quick-fix come, thy stunts be run in Heat as they are on Popbitch. Give us this day our daily big-ups and forgive us our coke deals as we forgive those who report our coke deals to the press. Lead us not into the Priory […]
The Borkowski poet in residence imagines what Prince Charles would like for his birthday… I’d like tea with Lord Mountbatten I’d like a gin with dear old gran I’d like a brand new book by van der Post I’d like poetry to scan I’d like a son who didn’t dress up like Max Moseley just […]
The Borkowski poet in residence’s reaction to the American election. I don’t want a White House, I want a light house, a right house. I don’t want a White House, I want a beacon ‘gainst the night house. I want a dream in every heart house, a no one kept apart house. I want a […]
The Borkowski poet in residence’s take on Jonathan Ross’ part in the scandal currently consuming the press. Vocal rights for this podcast have been subcontracted to EDF. Jonathan Ross is, Jonathan Ross is a sacrificial lamb for the BBC bosses he may be cheeky, sweary and slick a gold plated carrot on the end of […]
The Borkowski poet in residence reflects, in oblique headlines, on the part Russell Brand played in the affair currently consuming the front pages. Brand Banned Brand Gland Banned Brand Gland Hand Banned Brand Tanned Gland Hand Banned Brand Manned Tanned Gland Hand Banned Brand Banned Stand Brand Brand Stand By Banned Gland Brand Ban Planned […]
The Borkowski poet in residence returns with some thoughts on the upcoming American election Sarah Palin’s impaled on a world that is failin’ Joe Biden is bidin’ his time. Old John McCain strives again and again to prove the economy’s fine. Barack Obama stands taller and calmer on the shoulders of Democrats past. He seems […]
In memory of fashion guru Isabella Blow, who died yesterday. In the afterlife the angels are shifting on their clouds and the hosts of the deceased are reassessing their shrouds. All the chubby cherubim have a glad glint in their eyes as they lift up their smocks to expose their fleshy thighs. Saint Peter’s wearing […]