Street Poetry...
*soundbites from the parks, buses & thoroughfares of South London
Photo credit: me out & about in the parks of South London - not Cairo! This was taken in Crystal Palace Park.
Dear Reader,
Thank you for being here!
I always carry a pad and pencil on my person and this has really paid off, all of the below are true and were overhead within the last few years around the streets, green-spaces, and public transports of South London near where I live.
These Soundbites are part of a semi-regular series and more can be found here - strangers’ words seem to be full of insights, depravity, and humour!
For something completely different here’s an essay on Pawn Shops, and another on hit TV-show Gilmore Girls, and here’s some fiction.
If you like lists of cultural recommendations then you will enjoy these.
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Love,
Emma x o x o
P.S. an introduction to my published non-fiction book Roaming Wild, the Founding of Compassion in World Farming can be found here. It can be purchased here.
Man: “He doesn't even have a mower.”
Woman: “Oh for fuck's sake!”
I'm gonna eat your eyebrows.
I’m fed up of it all, I just wanna work in a bank, I just wanna be behind a desk.
Are you surviving or thriving?
Do you know about the emotional guidance scale?
Fuck you, I am NOT white!
Do you know about the Byronic Hero?
He’s a bumbaclut, bumbaclut.
The whiter the bread, the quicker you’re dead.
My cat has an anxiety disorder, yeah Pandora Syndrome.
When you do go you go wrong.
Life is not a ‘to do’ list.
He got Po.
He represents the Demon Lover.
I’ve talked to my therapist about it a lot, A LOT.