Amy Amy Amy
By london_calling79
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Sailor-tat marionette
a fag-end fishwife with your filthy laugh
and oiled piston hips, a hot, wet Minnie Mouse.
Gutter mouth.
Anachronism,
getting out of your head and into your body,
Egyptian kohl Jewish princess, lioness.
Faithful as water. Cheating girl power.
I see you making tea amongst the journalists,
a smudge in the type,
your fingerprint on the lens.
We all saw a darkness at the edge of things,
a little Hyde in the Jekyll,
but for that we loved you all the more
and fed it.
Filterless and blunt
as nicotine.
Trumpet mouth and chocolate soul,
everyone and no-one's mate,
you’d have put the vodka in the tribute pile
on heaps of others' pain.
Stubborn.
But without it.
Without the darkness.
Without the black keys, bum notes and
tottering tattered beehive,
throwing shoes at adoration
cussing us, a bunch of ‘monkey cunts’,
without the pane of celebrity,
the mirrors of circumstance,
without it – nothing
like you wanted?
We should have left you to atrophy
there, denying cheder,
choking on cellophane,
cigarettes and vinyl.
We felt we knew you
and weren't there for you
at the end.
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stunning. That is all
stunning. That is all
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I so wanted to take care of
I so wanted to take care of Amy. This is really beautiful in a raw and dirty way.
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Wonderful! You can't save
Wonderful! You can't save alcoholics, that I've learned, but she was/is a true poet, her whole an instrument of communication, love her. Love your poem.
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You've captured her well, Lc.
You've captured her well, Lc. Glad it was pick of the day.
Rich
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she knew what she was getting
she knew what she was getting into and embraced it, and for that I applaud her. Too many fly by nights spoil the broth but she is/was the essence of everything normal folk will never experience; to be one without the world. Such a sickl sweet spit of a poem and totally in awe of your youthful vibrancy regards probably the only proper punk star we've seen in the last 20 years. I don't read much at the mo but if this isn't potw it'll take a big push from elsewhere. Vitriolic, confused (in the best possible sense) and full of lively contradiction.
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Catching up on posts after
Catching up on posts after holiday and this is simply stunning! Loved Amy Winehouse, and the lines 'Trumpet mouth and chocolate soul/ everyone and no-one's mate' made me well up. I'll go back to...black. Well done on potd :)
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