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.
A few pics from recent open-mics. I won the inaugural Starkadder poetry slam on a rowdy night in Welshpool – despite some shoddy timekeeping. Prize of a “Brian” (green plastic snail) awarded by Aunt Ada Doom herself. If I look blurred in some of the pics it’s because the beer at Bistro 7 is very strong. One other picture is from Voicebox at UnDegUn in Wrexham. Great night.
“The Paradox of Order is a research based project that explores the notion of why we seek order in the world. One manifestation of the research involves creating “Museums” of objects (and in some cases sounds and/or memories) found/from/about a place, collected, prepared and installed over a set period of time, in as public a place as possible. The local community is encouraged to lend objects and share the story/history of the object, identifying its significance as part of the collection.”
In all, I spent six days there receiving objects from the public, or if that turned quiet, going out and acquiring stuff ourselves. And if something fired my imagination, I wrote a poem about it… Twelve poems in all. Many about ridiculous mundane objects like a plastic chip fork. I felt it my duty to breathe life into these throwaway items.
As an addition to the whole enterprise, Ash Roberts, one of the collaborators, posted 3 of my poems on ebay along with the collected items. All now have new homes.
Fellow collaborators were at the Little Museum of Ludlow were : Daisy Rickards, Kate Morgan-Clare, Catherine Wynne-Paton, Jean Atkin, Vivian Barraclough, Ash Roberts.
And what an inspiring bunch they are.
Following a sort of speed-dating event in Ludlow, I and my friend and poet, Pat Edwards, paired up with local artists in order to write poems to accompany their artwork being hung in a gallery at the Feathers Hotel and elsewhere in the town. I produced seven in all. One, called Aftermath (London 7/7) displayed alongside a photograph by Suzanne Boak, and six more accompanying various paintings by artist Tom Crowe.