ChrisMadoch's profile
AGE:
60
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 15
LOC: United Kingdom
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: March 15
You can find me elsewhere on-
http://www.myspace.com/chrismadoch
and on the songwriting link-
http://www.myspace.com/cambridgeandmadoch
My major degree is in Education, the other three post grad qualifications are in the profession of teaching the following- Art, Drama, Literature. I have always reviewed and feel qualified to do so with some intellectual authority.
A former theatre director I now write full time.
Naturally reclusive, I live in the clipped wilds of West Sussex, England- a stone’s throw from London. I share my life with my painter partner and two Tibetan Spaniels.
Unusual for a gay man I have three daughters from the first part of my life. They have given me eight grandchildren- four boys and four girls.
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Dear Cunts On Sticks and Dicks In Donuts, Peddlers Of Piss Poor Poetry In The Free World, Sickos, Whackos, Up-Chuck Whores, Bushites, Godwipes, Teenage Ragists, Sexists, Racists, Lovers Of War, Plebs, Boneheads, Bigots and New World Order Gun Toting Bores, Two Home Owning, Gas Price Moaning, Eco Thick, Cherry Pie Hicks, Star Fucking, Tinsel Toadying Twats- I am British (Welsh) European, a left wing, non-smoking, teetotal, anti-drugs, animal loving, secular, pacifist, republican (ie non-royali...
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RED BERET DAY I slipped out of the wife, Blew kisses at the sleeping kids, Cursed the damp In the hallway of our bare billet, And by six I was in full kit Sweeping the streets Of Toytown with night sight And rifle. The daylight sluggardly Like my audience of six teens- Fit as shit but witless To the ways of this back lot, A faux terrace doubling as Dublin once But now made over as a fake Afghanistan Or make-believe Basra. I grubbed up in the mess With an officer in plaster- His right leg brok...
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OBSERVING RICHARD Blue chairs on blue carpet. The table tops slate. A secure unit, state of The art. For a start, Ignore the girl who repeatedly Drinks bleach. She’s writing her umpteenth novel, The same short para over and over- ‘I reached out to touch You and so you ate Yourself, starting with your New potato toes And ending with the bridge Of your gristly old nose. You gave your eyes to my scaredy cat. The top of your skull made a beautiful dish For me to keep my wishes in.’ It’s in the fi...
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CLITORIS ENVY [My thanks go to W.Francis Bennet’s ‘The Sexual Anatomy of Women’] Flanked by curtains of her private flesh She presented her Tom Thumb- an erect Clitoris, wet with expectation, a match For my clumsy ones. She begged me play The gay paedo to her little hooded man, But I soon declined, for fear of turning queer. I’ve since read, the world record length is Twelve inches- a clit to second best a cock Most nights, a clit to be fellated, to frighten The male midwife with, a clit to t...
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PIG The rare colour defies Simple speech- Mortis blue. A bludgeoning brown. Her many tits In Technicolour bits. A massive sow impaled On a fork-lift’s fork. Her fear shit splattered Everywhere. The tractor driver sits In the nettled ditch, His pig’s heart transplant Close to stopping. Fly ravaged sheep And mixy rabbits in the field. Live piglets find Gaian Warmth in him. A man Made part pig. The nearing ambulance Squealing with unfeeling Distance. I drive on, the passer-by From the New Testam...
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OK- but shouldn't it take you MORE to walk away from something that requires more subtlety than black and white, or in front and behind. And what do the friends say about being walked on as you walk away. It made me think though, as you can see. Cheers Chris.
This is well honed- but I want a pay-off. Maybe you could play around with the idea of recreating summer in the depths of winter?? Your way with words is absorbing though- I just wanted more. Hope this helps. Chris.
I liked this. 'Glinting' has the timbre of Christmas and you seem to me to have missed out on an opportunity to highlight the incongruity of a death at this time. I like the idea that tears of sorrow might not freeze- like vodka. The alcohol of depression that preys on vulnerability at times like this. Maybe you'll develop it. Just trying to help. Cheers Chris.
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