Friday, 7 October 2011
Friday, 30 September 2011
Here is one of the shots I will be exhibiting
I have also received the latest edition of 'Other Poetry', which has my poem, 'Fallout Room' published within it. This is the second occasion that 'Other Poetry' have published a poem of mine - and again i am chuffed about this as 'Other Poetry' publish some excellent poetry and it's a bit good that I managed to sneak in there twice now...
Saturday, 16 July 2011
from a packed backroom at The Castle Hotel, a place where flat caps and crusted eyeliner vie for primacy in the indie individuality stakes, only to be overdone by the occasional Julian Cope looking bloke or the almost there Juke Box.
I did however, make a little imovie film of the event, so if you ever have a coffee moment to spare, then I would much appreciate it.
So what else...I have been doing some new art - and have updated my website...ting
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Dig further back and The Ground are framed as two members of To Sophia, a boxed, contained sound within which the seems no room for escape into any creative mistake...
So, it goes without saying then that I was well chuffed at the opportunity to hear Najia again at Matt and Phreds.
There's a scene in the film Leon, where the main fella is explaining to his unlikely apprentice that the closer the proximity to the proposed victim, the more professional the killer. I suspect in artistic performance land, that solo performance is of a similar ilk - stripped bare of band members, with your words and an instrument is perhaps the most skilled, yet exposed method to deliver the audience killer blow.
I was however on this occasion, somewhat disappointed. In Najia is an artist who possesses the vocal range most choristers would bid their frock for and voice which has so much capacity for projecting the landscape of emotional turmoil. I could of course use this juncture to polish my nails with a list of musical influences I feel in Najia's work, but I won't - anyone who quotes Led Zeppelin alongside Billie Holiday as well as a propensity to gravitate toward Neo-Gothic literature and Anthony and the Johnsons, needs no assistance in the influence dept.
Oh yes, sorry - i was saying that I was disappointed. Well, I was - i wanted to really hear -
I thought you knew more than I did
Where we walk we can’t get back from
ascend to the ceiling and fuel the atmosphere. Not on this occasion though - as the support act, there is always the opportunity to get a little burned on the mic. Though i didn't think this so much the case in point - the reality being that alcohol induced chatter and plates of garlic bread had made their bristling camp, and thus the only success perhaps for Najia was the completion of her solo set without too much artistic scrutiny; thus giving her nervous system a bye to the next round -
my only hope is that on that occasion, Najia is given the keys to the venue so she can rip the roof off it...
Monday, 25 April 2011
Oh what deep joy it is to receive a gift. Radiohead are the wooded beard i dissolve into.
Waiting at the station
toes scrunched over the lip
of the yellow line; he sighs.
She sees, moves over to me
her codex of numbers
slow falling inside seconds.
We swim dive down,
bellysmack the tracks -
sleepers stinking of theft and wine;
the 5:15 of us always arrives on time.
Friday, 15 April 2011
I have been deliberate with the issue of gender in these pieces and I have one more to produce - my intention being to create a contemplation on humanity
Sunday, 10 April 2011
Sunday, 27 March 2011
Almost book launch time - i have sorted a couple of my favourite poems by Irish poets and also decided on which poems from the book to read -
Saturday, 5 March 2011
Sunday, 20 February 2011
Time marches. Sometimes on hot coals, other times on pillows. Either way, it does.And while it does, tides turn, whispering in my ear the significance of the turn on an arcade sixpence.
Since my last entry, I have put together a book of poems, a handful of which have been previously published. The decision to self publish was not an easy one. I understand that I surrounded by the market reputations of publishing houses, but then, with the advent of the Ebook eclipsing paper, what is there to lose in this life?
The truly excellent Shamshad Khan has very kindly offered me a launch night.
the book itself is called a Million Ways to Measure the Sun, and is I feel, the book I had to get out of my system in order that I move forward and develop as a writer. I have to say thanks to the many people who have assisted me along the way, am smiling as i type, for all their individualities, and presence of mind, whether it be about semi-colon placement, or the subtleties of Pagan thought enclosures, or the consideration of consideration, my thanks to you all. And of course, to Nihad Wicho for his art for the cover of the book - Nihad's work can be found on Facebook, and his work i admire very much, a true artist.
Outside of this book, i have been quietly gathering new material, and falling into the musical arms of Radiohead's new album, King Of Limbs, and considering a ghost story.
stay tuned for more rock n roll...
Monday, 3 January 2011
Manchester, early evening, early new year. This was the first request of me to film an event.
The request was from X Events, the venue; the Eastern Pearl, Plymouth Grove.
The event centred on raising awareness of the plight of youth in the face of poverty within communities in the UK, how to address prevailing issues through appropriating focused services, and donating personal time and understanding to redressing the imbalance within today's society.
When I arrived to film, two performers soundchecked their way to contentedness prior to the arrival of the guests. I liked the coupling of the two styles - Mohammed Yahya and Umar Abdullah, mixing soulful faith with street rap - a dress rehearsal for their finale after the fundraising.
I have, prior to the date of writing this entry, read poetry at the Eastern Pearl for charity. That, as this night, shared a similar tenor, excepting the premise of this particular event was to highlight youth within communities, and how attendees could better consider how to help and assist via X events, which, as well as being a service which promotes events - notably the recent Imran Khan Floods event in Manchester - also provide a raft of health and social care services.
After the guests had settled, Shayk Iqbal Qadri spoke, and the above mentioned performers delivered, Zahir Mahmood Mohammed spoke of the street and how best to re-engage with serving the community.
His interfaith comparisons i felt sighted to hit the gut-spot-place before the buffet arrived; and the fundraising commenced...
I only hope that X Events service-bridge-planning-in-powerpoint becomes a reality for today's youth. For my mind, such strategic lateral thinking is well needed.
Stay tuned for the film...