Interview: U.V. Ray
by Sean McGahey
If I weren’t talking to you right now I’d be …
Stuffing a snooker ball in John Cooper Clarke’s mouth and gaffer-taping it shut so he can’t spout any more of his dribblings. Poetically speaking I rank him alongside Pam Ayers. The poetry is the same hotch-potch of puerile observations arranged in a series of plodding, predictable couplets that some people find clever. In fact I suspect those two are one and the same person. It’s probably just a quick change of wigs between performances. But in whichever guise, it is of paramount importance that this man be stopped; he’s already inflicted incalculable damage.
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May 27th, 2009 at 3:33 pm
‘you don’t choose to be a writer, it chooses you.’ Old Bukowski said that not U.V. Ray.
June 3rd, 2009 at 10:06 pm
…but then again Bukowski said alot of things, therefore so fucking what?
June 4th, 2009 at 8:57 am
>> Old Bukowski said that not U.V. Ray. <<
So out of everything else I said you felt the burning need to get that one little nugget in? Actually, Inspector Clouseau, a few writers have said it. It’s just a relatively popular spin on an already existing phrase commonly used by alcoholics when referring to their habit.
June 5th, 2009 at 4:32 pm
Anyone fancy a beer?
June 6th, 2009 at 2:18 pm
Of course, I thrive mostly on a diet of Jameson’s. But I don’t mind taking a couple of jars.
June 6th, 2009 at 2:36 pm
I like Skol. The beer that men drink.
June 9th, 2009 at 7:39 am
If I ever get down to the big smoke – I’ll have a stella or two…..
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