FAMOUS, by Les Bush.




I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous, the cream of the crop;

I’m gonna crawl, walk, run, sprint, scratch my way to the top.

Immerse myself in imagination, drown in illusion;

dance deliriously and deftly, let myself drift in delusion.

I wanna be loved and adored; be incredibly wise.

Count numbers, write verse; see how far an aeroplane flies.

The wealth of the net is at my finger tips, it is essential;

quote Camus and Sartre, sound profoundly existential.

I wanna strut the stage, to thunderous applause;

bow, begin, ne’er to stop (will this moment last forever?).

Stay away from mirrors, they’re a curse;

tell the truth, and even worse.

I wanna be rich, I wanna be famous; the cream of the crop;

not the milk (nutritious as it might be), the stuff that floats to the top.

Dressed in stolen robes, illusion and delusion are my friends,

with them at my side, the mimicry will never end.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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