Biography of Andy Wood
After years of meandering about doing various unfulfilling jobs, a bit of eco-activism, a degree in geography, travelling round Britain and lots of hanging out playing guitar and drinking with friends, living in a squat working as a co-director of a successful workers co-op.
Some of the stuff that I posted here was written when I was living up a tree (In a little tree-house) on a protest site. It is pretty naive and quite influenced by alcohol and the amazing people I was working with, some of whom I miss loads.
The later stuff is by contrast a lot less idealistic and probably more negative, but still fairly cosmically(! ?) inclined.
I generally write this stuff just to get it out of my head and some of it makes a lot more sense years afterward when I can see it as a more basic snapshot of how I was feeling at the time with all the imagery stripped away.
My latest poems are consciously about relationships and friends with the occasional lunge at religion, politics and big business.
I don't think I'm a poet any more than anyone else in the world so please take these writings as what they are. Reflections of my character at particular points in time. Nothing more.
Andy Wood's Works:
Andy Wood Poems
I Still Love You
I walk towards the fire and sing Of summers gone and distant spring Of lands of gold and places new. I still love you.
All Of Us
Hope lies dead on the red carpet - Fame has claimed it's sacrifice and It's not a pretty sight. Right place at the right time
I Was Your Friend
Take it out on me. I'll be the punchbag for your angst and The shoulder for your tears.
I sweat in the blazing sun So as to keep cool, That I may offer you shade. Even though our love disappears as a mirage.
Skulls And Bones
Layer upon layer of narratives Tripping switches to new levels Sickened and reeling with realization. We are at the centre of it all.
Drifting on Oceans of mindlessness Stretching out To lands unknown.
Shadows around me Glinting eyes. I'm casting the shadows - Point in the middle
There is a city underground Never to be found. The past of our now - Similar somehow,
When the beginning Meets the end And the light and dark blend When all the broken pieces mend
Across the sea and Round me danced An angel. Hiding the flame
Join with me In the dusky wood-land Take my hand Take my meaning
No need to die to satisfy their hunger - Sacrifice means living for others. People die on the cross, In the crossfire,
Flashpoint, frontline- No man's land. Crossroads, Juncture,
I'm harmless, charmed. You're charmless, armed, Barbed wire. I'm fire,
Labels Define Us
Selling plastic coated fabric
Maverick players are ecstatic rats
With franchise stores and whoreing hoards of units -
Empty smiling faces
Giving nothing real to children
With the one-eyed seal of blindness
No such thing as human kindness anymore
Labels define us
Finding consolation in the death of other nations freedoms