September 6, 2004

• Commenting on Blue_Eyes17 ‘s site, gave me an idea to chart some of my early persona on this blog.
  
  

  
  

  
  

  First of all of course I did like any young poet would do, and he is the fool who does not, write from my heart, write poems that mirrored me and my thoughts. Terry Cuthbert, and when I wrote in secret “Dr Peter Lovindale”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  “I’m staring out the window
  

  
  

  Into the depths of space
  

  
  

  When suddenly all around me
  

  
  

  I see the whole of human race”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  (from “Window Of The World” 1964)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  “Blackbury Mudguard” was just a pen name for my own poems.
  

  
  

  The below for example was about on an uncle’s cousin in Manchester, England; and thus is a roughly “true story”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  “Simon”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  The pale sun
  

  
  

  Barely touched
  

  
  

  His cloud-soaked eyes
  

  
  

  As he looked about
  

  
  

  The jumbled streets
  

  
  

  Of sneered faces
  

  
  

  For somewhere
  

  
  

  To lie down with
  

  
  

  A bottle of cider;
  

  
  

  His cold hands
  

  
  

  Turning the brown glass
  

  
  

  Lovingly, as if it
  

  
  

  Contained all the warmth
  

  
  

  Of Bell’s whisky.
  

  
  

  A feeble grin
  

  
  

  Cracked his muscles
  

  
  

  Of his stone face
  

  
  

  As he haunched along
  

  
  

  In his sperm-stained coat
  

  
  

  Ignorant of
  

  
  

  All the sly comments
  

  
  

  From passers-by
  

  
  

  At his stinking torso
  

  
  

  And muttering mouth.
  

  
  

  But soon he found
  

  
  

  A doss of grass
  

  
  

  And once again
  

  
  

  He loved the world
  

  
  

  And the world loved him,
  

  
  

  And his golden dream.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  —
  

  
  

  Blackbury Mudguard (1968)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  It was in the early seventies when I first pretended to be someone I was not. This was easy for me, I had spent a lifetime trying to understand other people and had never understood myself.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  At the end of 1972, “blackie fortuna” was born, well, it was because I ran a magazine and so many submissions were crap, I had to fill the magazine up with about three poems of mine. This went down bad, so, I picked a ficticious angry young black guy to put the poems in.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  “another fucking boring night
  

  
  

  walks upon it’s white-star lamp way
  

  
  

  and drags it’s iced canal moon
  

  
  

  along it’s bitter fucking streets…….”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  (from “Another Fucking Boring Night”) 1973
  

  
  

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  He was soon into black power.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  “freedom bus”
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  at last the bus is taking me away from the city,
  

  
  

  the bus’s torn posters echoing the torn night,
  

  
  

  for their ain’t no black dreams left in the city
  

  
  

  with its rows of ugly lamps
  

  
  

  there ain’t no decent black shadows
  

  
  

  unlit by car headlamps,
  

  
  

  and no blades of grass unglared by neon.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  the bus is taking me away from the city
  

  
  

  & the soft click of the ticket-machine
  

  
  

  is music to my stoned ears,
  

  
  

  its gearpurring, its red uphoistery
  

  
  

  & its grubby-stained floors
  

  
  

  all seem romantic to my soul.

  
  

  
   

  
  

  for the bus is taking me away from
  

  
  

  the place where they stole my colour,
  

  
  

  taking me away,
  

  
  

  so I can kip in some field
  

  
  

  & watch the blackness
  

  
  

  smile inbetween the stars!  (1977)
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

  This is blackie fortuna.
  

  
  

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  Next: Jacques du Lumerie and the fore-runner of Tiffy Witherington.
  

  
  

  
  

  
  

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  Three-Headed Sarahs, sorry Terry.

  
  

  LordPineapple  has ten of my favt poems in the past year.

  
  

  Three_Headed_Sarahs  has started on the Goliath’s school blog

  
  

  
  

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