Sunday, July 01, 2007


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What is Pete Doherty doing?

A) Signing copies of his new book The Books of Albion- The Collected Writings of Peter Doherty.

B) Wetting his pants.

C) Trying to remember where he left his crack pipe.

D) Sweating like a cub scout at Neverland.

E) Wondering where he is.

F) All of the above.

As you may know, I'm pretty fond of poetry. So, of course I had to read his new book. I find Pete's work very lyrically rich and brimming with mystery. He can really delve deeply into the connections between humans and natural experience - poetry that touches both soul and bones, if you will. Here is just one fine example:

Crack is not Whack
it makes me a cool cat
and extra good in the sack.
If you don't believe me ask Kate.
She's over there, with that cop who wants to take me back to rehab.
Bloody Wanker!
Oh Kate
stop procrastinating and be my mate.
And we shall marry in a shower
of the finest, white, Columbian powder.
It will be so great!
Tasty, like a Whiskey Sour.

His sharp images really resonate, don't they? Here is another:

Well once upon a time
I was walking down the street
I was was walking down the street and looked down at me feet
I gave them both names-- one's Nigel, one's Lew
so I stepped on Nigel, who then stepped on Lew
and then I fell
Bloody, bloody, fookin hell!
What the fook are you lookin at, wanker?

Sometimes it gets on my nerves that unlike most people (i.e., me), celebrities have no problem getting their writing published. Even their shittiest, most half-assed projects become instant best sellers. But Pete is obviously an artist. I've heard that most of the poems were originally written in his own blood. That's pretty deep. No wonder KAte Moss can't resist him! He has officially replaced KFed as my new favorite poet.

8 comments: said...

He looks like a deranged Mr. Hyde from Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.

Prunella Jones said...

He kind of reminds me of The Mad Hatter in this pic.

I hate to admit it, butI have this sneaky admiration for Pete. His life is pretty ideal. He gets to wander around stoned out of his mind all the time with no repercussions, and all he has to do is put a few sentences together that make no sense using his blood as ink and BOOM he's proclaimed a literary genius. I don't get the hype. The Libertines were an okay band but they weren't The Beatles, you know?

Diane said...

My only experience of Petey is his singing w/ Sir Elton at Live Aid where he was generally regarded as the worst act to perform, even though you could almost here Elton giggling like a school girl when Pete kissed him on the lips

Prunella Jones said...

Pete must have been really high and slipped him the tongue. I wish I'd seen that.

prettykitty said...

pete doherty reminds me of the guy you invite to that party because he's fun and the guy you wish would leave because he's pete doherty.

could you imagine the grease spots he must leave on furniture and car interiors?

Prunella Jones said...

PK- not to mention the buckets of drool, and barf on your carpet.

morbid misanthrope said...

I hate poetry. It's too intellectual for me. I like to stick with filthy limericks.

Prunella Jones said...

There once was a morbid young guy
who had quite a gross looking eye
it bulged large and obscene
but if the bulge in his jeans
is that huge, then I hope he drops by.