It’s not good news, frankly. Insert final ending according to your own belief system – mine ends where this film does.
Does this smell like 1914?
Whispered breeze shakes sullen leaves
Fruit ripens, bursts
Powdered bees dance still to the sun.
But what is that on the east wind
A film poem. Sanctuary and rebirth in a tub of water.
Bragging rights for Gillian Clarke here as she appeared on the same bill as me. I was also host and compere at two Poetry Sessions at the Talbot Inn during the same weekend.
BUGGERING BOLLOCKS II. There’s a Martin Evans of Powys, Wales on the Erbacce long short-list. 100 out of 8,000 entries. Powys isn’t that big a county. I feel I ought to know him.
A film-poem. Numbers stations, broadcasting on shortwave frequencies around the world were largely believed to be the work of cold war spy agencies. Today, they have all but stopped. This one, broadcasting in Welsh is an exception.
This film has just been accepted for screening at the Liberated Words “Utopia/Dystopia” event at Bath Fringe Festival in June.
Yay!* Great weekend at Wenlock Poetry Festival. And the autographed busk sheet worth as much as 48p more now it has me on it. The busk event skilfully and agreeably hosted in its sub-antarcticity** by Liz Lefroy
** It was sodding freezing.
Brilliant slam at Nantwich on Sunday. And a worthy winner in Calum Dwyer – he ticked all the boxes and was always going to win. Full house, great poems and vocal audience. The venue and particularly the sound and video set up were especially good. I’m glad I didn’t enter now – against this chap I could only hope for 2nd.