London April 9th-14th 2018 In Photographs – photos by Miggy Angel

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Johnny Bender Launch Party Chameleon Arts Cafe Nottingham Friday 24th June 2016

I had a fantastic night hosting/compering/interviewing/rabble-rousing/drunkard stewarding/evoking voodoo/performing poetry at the launch party for the publication of the amazing Dean Lilleyman’s second novel, ‘The Gospel According To Johnny Bender’. It was a magical night, a celebration of the eternal culture of Making Stuff, a ritual anointing of Our Johnny, a blood-vow of love and support for Dean and his every mercurial endeavour…

On the night I managed to let the X-Pro1 whir a few (hundred) shots through the silver dog-moon apparition chamber. This is The Launch Party For Johnny Bender According To My Feral Eye. Enjoy! (and go kop the book it’s a future classic just reach out your hands feel for the tongue on fire and it’s yours…)

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Hand Job Zine Launch Party Saturday 16th April 2016 – In Pictures

Had a fantastic time hosting and performing at Hand Job Zine’s launch party for issue 10 last night. Congratulations to Jim and Sophie from Hand Job for organising a wonderful night of entertainment, and also to everyone who came down, performed or partied or both.

The zine looks absolutely amazing and is packed with some incredible writing – including *ahem* a story by yours truly – and comes with a c.d. of spoken word, and a song by myself and John Freer (otherwise known as We Bleed Ink). As well as photography by the brilliant and talented Sophie Pitchford. You can pick up a copy of the zine here.

I managed to squeak a few photos out of the x-pro1 inbetween introducing acts and performing… this is the night in pictures according to my twitchy feral eye….

(By the way, the band were fucking brilliant, they’re called The White Skull Death Snakes Of Death… Check’em out)

Enjoy the pictures ar kid… and see you at the next one! xx

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(note on the photographs: all shot on fuji x-pro1 – no image was cropped, grain is due to high iso as was low light in venue and camera has no flash. also, if you use any images please credit myself – Miggy Angel – as the photographer/author of the image. Cheers! xx)

Free-Write Poem With Picture #3

Alexander Tinei

Today's her birthday and we are arcs
of light in the afterdark
pharmacy, playing paper, scissors,
stone with the Ativan
machine. Our one religion
of breaking and entering. Her reflection
in blue-grain tinsel
through the moon-tomb
windowpane is a Renaissance
painting of classic,
anaesthetic proportions. Lowering
the sulphur and the hovering
lanterns of illuminated
barbiturates, down into
the cavern of our lungs’
breathless apparatus, the song
begins. And if she remembers
the words she shall be dead.
In the dream, a nuisance man, wearing
surgical mask, flags a hearse, waving
tombstone-white dove.

(Another free-write poem fragment by me – and painting by the amazing artist Alexander Tinei)

“Imagist Socialist Poetry and Artistic Reality”

Really thought-provoking piece on the power of the poetic image here

I agree with so much of this –

“Poetic images convert natural language, enlarge its borders and provide new possibilities of expression.”

Article by Turkish poet SERKAN ENGIN – do go have a peek over at the ‘Margutte’ site

Free-Write Poem With Picture #2

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If she keeps notsaying the thing

is that as good as sayingit, she wandered.

Hands, fluent in silence. The awning

kept an awful countenance,

contemptuous above the concrete.

Broken bricks in forlorn walls

toothed the street-mouth, little

sore-dust asphalt sharks that dart

beneath the tenements. And who

amongst us was betrothed

to the truth, she bartered. Poetry

was the way she waited forever

outside the closed door. If you listen

closely, every name is called

except for hers. Now, do you have

what you came for, have you

something red, shining, unjust

to write about?

 

(another free-write poem fragment by me, and artwork by the wonderful Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)

“Keep looking, they’d say. Keep on looking.”

Sometimes it’s the photography that stays with me. I don’t so much remember the narrative as the perspective.  The shifting arrangements, the composition. An album of stills more a haunted wunderkammer. So, if I’m asked what the movie was about, all I have are a handful of photographs. Recently, I have been thinking about the photography of Carlos Reygadas’ ‘Battle In Heaven’. Again, I haven’t been scrutinising the movie as such, full, as it is, of Reygadas customary provocative (problematic?) exploitation of class tensions and torpor etc – but rather ruminating on the images. Which sounds much more deliberate an occurrence than it is. These images return to me involuntarily. A kind of haunting.

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Something aslant in the photography, askew.

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Reminded me of John Baldessari’s photography – the ones that say WRONG etc.

Baldessari Wrong 1966-68

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In my mind these images now become eternal companion pieces – Reygadas and Baldessari entwined. To what purpose? Baldessari’s commentary is on the medium, the convention of the spectator-eye that is obliged by visual culture to seek and demand the consensus of ‘correct’ framing and composition. Critiquing the logic that everything which somehow falls outside of these visual dictates is WRONG… the haphazard, the wayward, the amateur. Whereas Reygadas, maybe, is more interested in the figure in the frame. Reveals the link between aesthetic mis-framing and social outcasting. The perennial WRONG that is assigned to the stigmatised and marginalised. A kind of death by un-framing. But, I don’t really know why these images, Reygadas and Baldessari, have become sibling rogue elements within my mind and consciousness. Blind eye bald hand follows the clues, picking up frosted candy on the forest floor. This is the nature of my particular practise of deciphering the great cryptogram of images. Seeing doppelgängers where the mirror suggests them. And what would they say if they could speak, these composite opposites? Keep looking, they’d say. Keep on looking.