the mission


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The Mission

by Kevin Young

Back there then I lived
        across the street from a home

for funerals—afternoons
        I’d look out the shades

& think of the graveyard
        behind Emily Dickinson’s house—

how death was no
        concept, but soul

after soul she watched pour
        into the cold

New England ground.
        Maybe it was the sun

of the Mission,
        maybe just being

more young, but it was less
        disquiet than comfort

days the street filled with cars
        for a wake—

children played tag
        out front, while the bodies

snuck in the back. The only hint
        of death those clusters

of cars, lights low
        as talk, idling dark

as the secondhand suits
        that fathers, or sons

now orphans, had rescued
        out of closets, praying

they still fit. Most did. Most
        laughed despite

themselves, shook
        hands & grew hungry

out of habit, evening
        coming on, again—

the home’s clock, broke
        like a bone, always

read three. Mornings or dead
        of night, I wondered

who slept there & wrote letters
        I later forgot

I sent my father, now find buoyed up
        among the untidy

tide of his belongings.
        He kept everything

but alive. I have come to know

not noun
        but verb, something

that, unlike living,
        by doing right

you do less of. The sun
        is too bright.

Your eyes
        adjust, become

like the night. Hands
        covering the face—

its numbers dark
        & unmoving, unlike

the cars that fill & start
        to edge out, quiet

cortège, crawling, half dim, till
        I could not see to see

“The 1987 Goths are a brazen bunch who openly admit to liking Free, Bad Company, Alice Cooper and Jimi Hendrix. The modern Goth bands are primarily The Cult and The Mission (whose lead singer Wayne Hussey is even a sex symbol). For boys and girls long hair is essential - as are tassles, leather, jewellery, henna, ribbon and studs. Dippy Hippy nonsense is eschewed, but so is the androgenous sexual flaunting of the early 1980s. The 1987 Goths frequent The Crypt, Kit Kat (again under new management), Alice in Wonderland, Sacrilege and Clash City. This is rock ‘n’ roll with no strings attached; just hair.” | i-D Magazine, April 1987

Completely forgot to upload the one picture I got from The Mission @ The Welly Club, Hull 21/05/17
Really teeny tiny venue, so such an intimate show. Simon, Wayne and Craig joked with the audience a little bit about British supermarkets (where the three of them debated which supermarket was better for what and whether you should do all your grocery shopping in one place or go to different shops).
Wayne remembered me from when I met him and Simon outside because I was an awkward mess who couldn’t find where to queue up and accidentally (I swear) ran into then popping out for a fag during the soundcheck but you already know about that, and embarrassed me a little by pointing at me and saying “Is that Max?” And then when I sort of timidly went “yeah” he waved and said hello in that one voice that can only be described as “Wayne Hussey”. Not to brag but he gave me one of his guitar picks and a rose too during the encores so he spoilt me a lot it was pretty surreal tbf