‘Like Shakespeare on acid’ Time Out
‘Past and present, sacred and profane jostle and collide in a glorious tumult… couched in verse that is muscular, ribald, and often dazzlingly rich…’ The Times
Best known for his ‘Southwark Mysteries’, playwright John Constable is also an accomplished poet, satirist, and writer of colourful dramatic prose.
‘Spark In The Dark’ is his first collection of poems and prose poems, including Wennefer, a hallucinatory, visceral, cautionary tale, retelling the Isis and Osiris myth in contemporary south London club culture.
Copies of the book can be ordered on Amazon and from all good book stores. Spark In The Dark is also available on Kindle.
ISBN 9780956247384
Two extracts from Spark In The Dark:
1. from Wennefer John Constable’s epic prose-poem set in a South London nightclub
So, 2.30 a.m. The Party in full swing
Seth shows up Here @ The LUXOR with like a litre of juice.
‘Hey, Osiris! Wennefer! Hey, Wenn! Wanna shoot?’
Sis I shoulda seen it coming, looming in Seth’s slick fluorescent grin:
‘Snort it? Snortin’s for pussies! Wassmatter, Wenn? Scared of a little anthrax? (heh heh) Joke! Chill out, Bro! Sealed bottles. Pakistani pharmaceuticals. Snot like I’m asking you t’share m’needle! (wheedle wheedle) See? Unopened pack o’ brand-new microfine spritzas! Only skin-poppin’! Snot smack, Wenny! You won’t get a habit – though it is very MOREish (heh heh). Vitamin K (no it is NOT a horse tranquilliser!) ‘s a battlefield anaesthetic – as test-driven in Nam, the buddy shot. Here, buddy, what say we step into this convenient unisex (ahem) convenience…’
Knowing I could never resist
this near-death Out-Of-Body Astral shtick
like I got something to prove to Sis
only when I pop the first flight
a fat crimson blood-line oozes & tracks down
from the puncture
(Nile mud)
& I catch her Eye that
‘Wennefer watch your back’
look
2. from Burlesques :
PHATTY
For Niall McDevitt
Phatty got a problem
Phatty in a fix
Phatty been got up to his old
not so clever tricks
Phatty got sticks
Phatty got stones
Phatty got a murky mix of
toxic home loans
Phatty get transfixed
by the things he think he owns
with his hypnotist inflections
and his wheedling little voice
Phatty project another trillion pound bonus
and an armour-plated Rolls Royce
and how we all get to trade our Freedom
for a share in his multiple choice
Phatty raid the kitty
Phatty pig the food
Phatty bank his fractions
on the price of Brent Crude
some say Phatty too fat to fuck
but somehow we all get screwed
Phatty he no Dumbo
Phatty know the score
Phatty know he been here not once
but many a time before
only this time how to wriggle out
Phatty not so sure
ENDTIME PHATTY NUKE REACTOR
MELTDOWN AT THE CORE
Phatty in a fluster
Phatty in a State
Phatty think about things he shoulda done
and wonder if it now too late
or whether he could buy a little more time
if he join in the Crisis Debate
and if he should use the time that he buy
to lose a little Phatty weight
Phatty need a chain reaction
Phatty need a juju man
Phatty need another distraction
like a Nuclear War with Iran
which is why we all got to disarm and defuse
before Phatty shit hit the fan
before Phatty money won’t buy no more time
and the Phatty bar-code don’t scan
till then scanning the dead
banks of CC-television
holed-up in his high-security tower
in his moment of decision
Phatty knows time and money just bought him
a luxury Phatty prison
for Phatty is a phantom
he feed on Phatty pricks
only this time his money won’t buy no more time
no matter how many digits he clicks
now when the Mob come howling for the Phatty Controller
it be Phatty head catching the kicks
or strung up from a lamp-post like Phatty Mussolini:
‘That’s Phatty fixed!’
*
Or?
Phatty get sorted
Phatty get fit
light-bulb in Phatty head
be suddenly up lit
Phatty treat the Human Race
like he ready to run with it
but…
take more than a remix
or a bullet-proof Bugatti
PHAT as in BEAT
not as corporate catty
Race as in Human
when we flush out the ratty
as fat and thin we here begin
to bid a fond farewell
to Phatty.