The deification of Tony Wilson

It’s a year since Tony Wilson, the cofounder of Factory Records, died of cancer in Manchester.

Fellow Mancunian Mike Garry has written this poem dedicated to him. An ode to St Tony of Manchester. I won’t republish the whole thing here – but please click through as it’s an excellent poem. The first six verses give you a good flavour. You can also watch a spoken word performance of the poem here, it’s from the end of the recent Tony Wilson Experience. Factory’s design guru, Peter Saville, gives a little speech; Wilson’s son gets on the stage in for an emotional moment and then Garry comes on.

A poem for Anthony H Wilson

Saint Anthony
Saint Anthony
Please come round
Something is lost that can’t be found

Talk to me of Albion Anderton
Albrecht and art
The Arndale
Alan Turin
Acid House
Alexandra Park

Bez the Buzzcocks bouncing bombs
The beautiful Busby Babes
Cancer Christies Catholicism
Crack and Curt Cocaine

Talk to me of all these things and one thing is for certain
I’ll see the face I’ll hear the voice of Anthony H Wilson

Dance Design Devotto Durrutti
Development of an industrial dirty Northern City
De La Salle
And how in the end you hated the pity

Elvis Engels ecstasy
A girl called Emmeline
The hours I spent watching you on my black and white TV.
From So It Goes To Sunday Roast
Elephants washed by dwarves on 1970’s TV

Factory fame financial fuck ups
Poetic Form
The Fall
4 June 1976 at the Lesser Free Trade Hall

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