Jeff Cloves, poet and activist, wrote a long poem back in 1968 about a friend of his, an unruly character called Ginger Mills. It appeared in an early edition of the illustrious rock magazine, Zigzag, which I always associate with Pete Frame and John Tobler. The poem has recently been turned into a large poster - which is what you see above. Posters don't transform all that well into the cyber world of blogs, but there is something rather bewitching about the lay-out, and the image of Ginger. So with Jeff's blessing, I'm posting it here - to read the poem, then turn to this page on the Shagrat records site.
One of the pleasures of this blog and website is the old friends and acquaintances who get in touch, and the generosity they show. My page on political lapel badges has not only attracted browsers, but quite a few new badges. And in the post the other day - following from a perusal of my political pamphlets page - was a packet full of choice pamphlets, many reprints (such as the one to the left) and all done with love and style.
The sender was Jeff Cloves, whose production of William Morris's 'Tables Turned' I saw fully thirty years ago. He was one of the Riff Raff Poets, and now lives in Stroud where he writes and publishes.
I've copied underneath - slightly cropped because the page size was too big for my scanner - a double page from a recent pamphlet of poems (by Jeff Cloves) and photos (by Fred Chance). An elegaic piece of verse in a minor key. Thanks Jeff!