John Cooper Clarke: punk’s poet laureate

 

 

John Cooper Clarke appears like a man out of time. He is stick thin, dressed in shiny black boots, tight black straights, sharp shirt and buttoned-up Sixties jacket, topped off with impenetrable Raybans and an enormous, spiky, dyed black barnet. At 61, Clarke is wrinkled, his lips have shrunk, and his teeth are full of bits of gold, but otherwise he looks exactly the same as when he was the poet laureate of punk, the self-styled bard of Salford, a comic wordsmith with almost household name status.

“You know what I like to think of myself as? Adam Adamant,” Clarke declares, recalling the short-lived BBC series from 1966 about a Victorian adventurer in swinging London.

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