photography
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‘Photographs’ – writing exercise
I love using images to generate language – and this week in the weekly writing workshop I facilitate for people in addiction recovery, we looked at five photographs – three by Mary Ellen Mark, and two by William Eggleston: and we tried to use these images as inspiration to generate poetry (poems). I don’t always…
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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…
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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…
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“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…
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‘Rapture’ (or a photograph by Christer Strömholm, or my return to blogging, etc)
It’s almost two years since my book, Grime Kerbstone Psalms was published. In that time I have completed the writing of another two full collections of poetry, as well as amassed a horde of neglected fragments, false-starts, half-dawns, orphan-paragraphs and exiled verses, etc. I am, for the first time in over fifteen years, not writing. I am…
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Right Now
I’m watching a Brazilian film called “Rat Fever” (A Febre do Rato) by Cláudio Assis. It’s a black and white film with beautiful photography and features a vociferous street poet called Zizo. Remember when we were like Zizo? Big mouth poets, rabble rousers, creative and cretinous? Whatever happened to us? If everyone else is an ’emerging’…
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PHOTOGRAPH – BY DAVID LEVEQUE *** You hear a voice. You close your eyes. You see a house. It is a day made for sleepwalking, stuffing obsolete coins into broken slot-machines, and the nights are made of hands. You close your eyes further still. You hear more voices. You keep your eyes closed for a couple of years. This…
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STREET STORY – BY GABI BEN AVRAHAM *** This blog was four years old in July. This morning I moved every single post into the trash. I found this photograph online today. I like to stare at photographs and chew on the fact that I will never write a poem as dense with silhouette and shadow as this…
MIGGY ANGEL 