Patrick Lyons is a rare poet. An entity in the form of the late Jock Scot, and Phil Dirtbox, with a bit of Phil Spector on a horse thrown in – he wheels from the bar to stage ranch, with a born in the USA voice echoing mystic experience. Pulling diamonds from the rough, an enthusiastic talent seeker, acolytes seek that rare frisson of legitimacy, … Continue reading COLD LIPS 05 PATRICK LYONS
“Just by chance I met up with a friend who’d come down from the Midlands. He’d morphed from a public school boy Jam fan into a revolutionary liberator of empty council flats in hard-to-let areas where boarded up flats outnumbered the ones occupied. Suddenly I had become a squatter. It was all remarkably easy. Nobody wanted to live in a rough-as-hell estate just off the Old Kent Road where I would meet an assortment of vagabonds, lollopers, scruffy ‘erberts, vicious Sids and psychedelic dandies. It would become my home for twenty-two very full, very stimulating unpredictable years,” Martyn Goodacre, in an excerpt from his introduction to the second book from Cold Lips Press – links to podcast here.
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