Patrick Cash

Patrick Cash

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POETRY


A selection of my poetry. For live recordings, visit Clips.

Hate (featuring on KDA single) 

I've been thinking a lot lately
About hating 
What eats at the heart of hate
Because you know 
I hate people every day 
I hate tourists on Oxford Street
I hate children on the tube
And I hate slow walkers
Stopping me getting to my train
I wanna grab their faces
Say with all that rages: 
'Get out of my fucking way'

But I don't 
Because I know 
My hatred is a ghost
It's a quick-flicked switch
A brief-lit wick 
It's a fake shade of hate
Just a frustration of place

And don't get me wrong
I'm not a saint 
I dislike a fair few people 
But that's not the same as hating
That's not the same 
As wanting to stamp
On their faces

Because haters always 
Gonna hate, they say
And in some places
If you ain't got hatred 
You ain't got status 
So let's play with 
The face of hate

Hate me for a moment
Hate everything I am 
Hate me because I am different to you
Hate my words and my brothers too

Hate me for my body 
That ends at my fingertips 
Hate my skin, my pigmentation
Hate me for the sensations 
I share with another in bed

Then take your hate away 
And make it something great
Nurture your hatred
Feed it and mould it like clay
Stoke at its embers 
Until its coals glow red
Sculpt it like glass being blown
Until it fits the shape of your soul
And hate will heat you in the cold
Hate will be there when you're alone

And at this point I would speak 
Of the crimes of hate 
Of screaming ugly at a woman 
In a magazine 
Of a woman in Iran stoned 
Because she was raped
Of misshapen faces 
And mistaken shame 
And yes, this poem is about hate crime
But it's also about why 
It's about Cameroon, Uganda and Russia
It's about a neighbour hating another 
It's about men deciding on abortion rights
And Europe losing the right-wing fight 
It's about LGBT, it's about immigrants 
It's about antisemitism in Hungary
And Pegida rising in Germany 
It's about Orlando 
It's about Britain First and the EDL and the Printemps Francais
And a black boy shot on the streets in the USA
It's looking at a human race 
That sometimes seems 
Consumed and wasted
By hatred 

It's standing up to that 
And saying
I am not afraid  


Madness (The London Magazine)

There’s a stream by the Avon ward
Where I stand to watch the water flow
And unwind the whirlpools of my mind
When it’s dark I let its rhythms...

Gay Sex (Velvet Tongue)

Let's talk about gay sex, baby
Let's crow about its beauty daily
Place away your shades of shame
And trace in me a sacred flame...

Watch a video clip of 'Gay Sex' performed live here

The Song You Loved (The Irish Literary Review)

It's like when you play the song you loved
To the object of your desire
And suddenly you hear it different...

Gay's the Word (QX Magazine & The Belleville Park Pages)

Fuck, putain, merde, minchia, va fan culo, cock, cunt
Swear words have such immense potency
In any tongue, packed with power like a punch...

Ode to a One-Night Stand (Spoken Word Paris)

You can't blame your one-night stand
For being your one-night stand
But sometimes, when you're really hungover, you can...

I discuss modern poetry in an interview podcast for Lunar Poetry here.

JOURNALISM

The "In Conversation With..." series
Verbatim transcripts of interviews I conducted with leading figures of the London gay scene for QX.