Apart From the Revolution.

Back at Salford Quays I came across these stainless steel discs containing extracts of a poem created by Su Andi and local people...I particularly liked this line although the entire poem wasn't great... I think they should have chosen some words by John Cooper Clarke.. Salford's greatest ever poet and in my book second only on a global level to Bukowski..

Here's an example of his craft..

'Each drop of blood a rose shall be
all sorrow shall be dust
blown by breezes to the sea
whose fingers thrust
into the corners of restless night
where creatures of the deep
avoid the flashing harbour lights
in search of endless sleep
there were executions
somebody had to pay
apart from the revolution
it's another working day

a million angels sing
peasants eating cake
wedding bells are ringing
the room begins to shake
the children free from measles all
have healthy teeth and gums
they live in the cathedrals
and worship in the slums
poverty and pollution
have all swept away
apart from the revolution
it's another working day.'