The Found Poetry of the Concrete
Sunday, October 21st, 2018Within the cities lay the lost poems waiting to be found, within the edges and corners and hide aways.
Within the cities lay the lost poems waiting to be found, within the edges and corners and hide aways.
In a funk, refusing to think as the world has dragged you down so deep into a fug that you ain’t ever getting back up and out of it. But there it is, on the building. THINK BIG And you laugh ‘cos you are no longer a kid and the kids are around you looking […]
At the beginning of the month I took part in a grass roots community project known as Fun Palaces. I ran craft workshops and brought out my science puppets but then it was time for the Spoken Word! I opened the set with my visual poem and narrative piece Reclaim the City which is part […]
That moment when you’ve gone off to take one photograph and realise it is dusk, you are in a tumble down industrial area amongst broken glass and iron rods half exposed from crumbling concrete. You have £100 odd worth of camera around your neck, you’ve left your phone in the car along with you husband […]