Matt Moss
Wed 5th Oct 2016 12:18
'..once described himself as a punk poet...' hahaha now he 'marries' his words with the message of a bank!! =-)
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elPintor
Wed 5th Oct 2016 12:16
Hey, Stu,
Thanks for the suggestion. I checked out their site and there are some fantastic pieces of art and lots of interesting little blurbs on twitter with links that look promising for future reading..I appreciate it.
elP
Comment is about heatseeker (archetypes) (blog)
Original item by nunya
Very descriptive and hypnotic - Nice work Ray
Comment is about PHOTOGRAPH (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Hi M.C.
Central Park is a great place to experience the Fall.
Thanks for feedback :)
Comment is about Awesome Autumn (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
Cheers Martin ?
He's home now. I slept like a sleepy baby last night ?
Comment is about Spick and Span (blog)
Original item by Laura Taylor
I am with Stu on this one. I particularity love the line
The nights are wiped of snore and twitch.
Love it.
Comment is about Spick and Span (blog)
Original item by Laura Taylor
I love the religious overtones with this one Stu and the way it is so beautifully constructed. Nice one
Comment is about opiate rapture in e-minor (blog)
Original item by Stuart Buck
Thanks so much elP Tony and Stu for liking this poem .
The idea of it came from a photo from about 1914 in my hall , and I just stared at it and immersed myself in the gaze, a sort of hypnosis induced similar to what I might do when playing jazz.
I checked out TANK Tony and commented on it !
The spider's web was a sort of suspension of active thought, cheers.
Ray
Comment is about PHOTOGRAPH (blog)
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I like the theme and enjoyed the pay-off.
Seek your friendship where you may,
In need of comfort through the day;
And if you're lucky you just might
Find it still comforts through the night!
Comment is about My Best Friend (blog)
Original item by Andy Smyth
Thanks for the input, gents. Advice and observations
always appreciated.
The lines were formed using a songwriting style of rhythm
and were fun to do.
Comment is about UNTITLED (blog)
Original item by M.C. Newberry
Never been but passed close by on a flight to Louisiana.
The city that never sleeps - immortalised in song, one of
the best of which is the standard "Autumn in New York"...
very appropriate to this blog.
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<Deleted User> (5011)
Tue 4th Oct 2016 16:41
Your flower no longer blushes unseen. Might you now be tempted to share them in public, your poems? I would welcome hearing them at an open-floor poetry event, as I am sure would others. Lots of pauses would add to the atmosphere.
Excellently done.
Comment is about 'The Stone Tape' by Tony Hill is Write Out Loud's Poem of the Week (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Your work is like waiting for an edition of a subscription magazine. Anticipation is tremendous but then one has to go digging for the best bits. I like your work.
I'm never sure about poems that contain rhyming verses and blank lines, albeit they seem to sit happily together here.
Lines 1-8 are very very good and the last verse is a fitting ending to your extended venom in the body of the work.
Comment is about DOORMAT (blog)
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Ah cheers Stu!
Heh. Bob's the messy one in our house ? He's away gigging in Portugal - hence the poem. I crave order and SURFACES darling, SURFACES, but I can't wait for him to come home and be all messy again ?
Comment is about Spick and Span (blog)
Original item by Laura Taylor
Hi Harry
I wanted to give it an American twang. Central Park is a great escape from the maddening crowd.
Thanks for your feedback :D
Comment is about Awesome Autumn (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
i was about to write a poem about the lovely rosetta, came on here to check if anyone had already done so, saw this and didnt bother. i found the final picture she sent extremely moving, moments before she crashed. it (almost) brought a tear to this tough yorkshiremans eye
edit: forgot to give any critique on the poem. it is, of course, excellent.
Comment is about Rosetta Of The Endless Night (blog)
Original item by Ian Whiteley
excellent stuff. cant add much to what has already been said, reads like a 'proper' poem.
Comment is about PHOTOGRAPH (blog)
Original item by ray pool
once again, a beguiling piece of mysticism rooted in technology and science.
might i suggest you try submitting to graviton, which is a new print journal that specialises in poetry and science.
gravitonlit@gmail.com
i have thrown a few their way. i dont expect much joy but i see no reason why you couldnt get something published.
Comment is about heatseeker (archetypes) (blog)
Original item by nunya
brilliant!
i actually really resonate with this, one way or the other.
my ex was a devout disciple of keeping things airy and soulless, bereft of any sense of life. i am a proud mess man myself, to a point.
one doesnt want to live in a showhome really...
i love the way this reads, its got great assonance all the way through and the little sing song verse in the middle is the best of all, hinting at the mindset of someone who has to be pristine all the time but secretly longs for a little bit of dirt.
great stuff.
Comment is about Spick and Span (blog)
Original item by Laura Taylor
cheers suki, i have hunter s thompson to thank for the visions he placed in my head for that one
Comment is about i took you to the brightest places on earth so that i could see who you truly are (blog)
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Oh I really like this one ? Great use of repetition and some subtle rhyme, together with one of my favourite things ever - space exploration ?
Comment is about Rosetta Of The Endless Night (blog)
Original item by Ian Whiteley
Absolutely fantastic poem. Your other poems are also magnificent. Well done, thoroughly deserving.
Comment is about 'The Stone Tape' by Tony Hill is Write Out Loud's Poem of the Week (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Difficult structure to do, MC. I'm sure she's worth it.
Comment is about UNTITLED (blog)
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She don't get near this site, Harry, and I don't get near her slot.
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elPintor
Tue 4th Oct 2016 02:32
This immediately brought up scenes of a movie called, "In Darkness"..two characters, in particular, who are simply stunning.
Modern society imparts a view of perfection that is false..but, the heart knows that true beauty is far beyond what the camera eye can capture.
We should all hear at least some version of this, Louis..well said.
elP
Comment is about Imperfect (blog)
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las vegas: neon horror filaments fizz the pockets of fat piles of suede and tight trousers..
Superb, Stu
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elPintor
Tue 4th Oct 2016 00:46
Such an air of defiance in so much of your work..very refreshing.
elP
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elPintor
Tue 4th Oct 2016 00:02
This is great, Ray. I really like the juxtaposition of the quality of mortar with that of the spider's web and the descriptive language used to capture that moment of looking into the past as described in our familial roots..almost hypnotic.
elP
Comment is about PHOTOGRAPH (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Tom,
I like that awesome autumn.
I once spent a whole week in a street in a very segregated part of Brooklyn. The only white guy I met there was a very
drunken Glaswegian swearing like a trooper.
(Loved Central Park though)
Comment is about Awesome Autumn (blog)
Original item by Tom Doolan
M.C.
If you tear up that will - you`ve lost her! (don`t say I didn`t warn you)
Comment is about UNTITLED (blog)
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That - John - I can believe! ?
Comment is about THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
She's not allowed anywhere near this site, MC.
Comment is about THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
As a one-time train spotter, I decided to climb aboard
and follow this poetry line to its destination. The trip
was more enjoyable that I'd anticipated, with its mix
of material and personal poetical observations. I agree
about the singular image of the unborn child - waiting in
the darkness of its tunnel for the green light for its own
journey...a very imaginative analogy in the wider context. A "well done" to its writer.
The Stein/Betjeman homage was enjoyable in its own
intent, and a gratifying reminder that the everyday
minutae of life does not need obscurity or Mensa mindgames to provide memorable images. The poet's
biography "Summoned by Bells" might just as easily been
titled "Summoned by Whistles" to reflect his famous love
of railways...very apt in the wider theme of an
admirable BBC 2 peaktime evening's viewing.
Comment is about The view from the train: poets deliver a special night on BBC2 (article)
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I was about to observe that I've now met it all - but then
upon reflection realised that isn't the case...except for a
video of a very pretty girl undergoing a "Brazilian"!! My
eyes watered then -and they water now due to tears
of hilarity on reading this latest JC post.
When will Gert sign up and submit her own observations
of life in the Coopey household? His n'Hers...should be
priceless!!
Comment is about THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) (blog)
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Bringing close attention like this to the fifth sense and all the trappings is a difficult thing to master, and I love the worthiness of this poem and how it grapples with the unknown, making it seem so close and familiar(or is it unfamiliar?). A really deserving POTW. You can almost sense the drapes and swooning Victorians.
Ray
Comment is about 'The Stone Tape' by Tony Hill is Write Out Loud's Poem of the Week (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Oozing quality words.
I think everyone can subscribe to this theory. Walls have ears and eyes and who hasn't felt atmospheres in old buildings, places etc.
Tony this is work of a very high standard and I implore you not to retreat too often. Please keep writing AND posting it on here!
Comment is about 'The Stone Tape' by Tony Hill is Write Out Loud's Poem of the Week (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Thanks Stu and Tony . I used to live close to one and they seemed shrouded in mystery. I rewrote this to try to get under the skin of it. We all do that don't we sometimes?
Congratulations of POTW Tony !
Comment is about RESERVOIRS (blog)
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I've been an admirer of your work for quite a while, Tony. Thanks for posting your poems on Write Out Loud - and this one in particular. You construct your poetry with such care. I find that last sentence of 'The Stone Tape' particularly satisfying.
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Thanks for reading MC and for your appreciation. Andy, thank you also for your kind words. Best. Anna.
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leah
Sun 2nd Oct 2016 23:34
JOELLE TAYLOR – 'UNEARTHS THE DEEPEST SENSE OF TRAGEDY, LOVE AND HOPE'
Joelle Taylor - September's evening was another great one for Write Angle. Although the audience didn't fill the room, what was lost in quantity was made up in quality. The open mikers, as ever, were great! Their enthusiasm and responsiveness made it an unforgettable evening! Poetry, stories, guitars, and hammered dulcimer added variety in music and song. It is, after all, our audience who keep Write Angle in the 'limelight'!
But credit due to our guest as well. Dressed in tie, waistcoat and torn jeans, hair cut short, while in front, standing tall and proud, Joelle Taylor, 'male/female, ageless and timeless', but ever a powerhouse of energy - brought everyone into a focused silence. She made them laugh and also conveyed many a thought provoking sense of tragedy, all evident in her innovative, crucial, hard rending poetry, and formidable presence. Her mobility of expression and body movement carried emotion distilled into beauty of language – many phrases hard to forget – 'Fear is your father forgetting your name' - yet somehow still bearing its strength. 'We will never rest in peace- not while police stand guard outside school gates and children have Kentucky fried complexions'...and knowledge is privilege and the libraries of our lives are pillaged'.
Sadly, Joelle had lost a very special friend the week before – someone she'd travelled and performed with, for 35 years – Emotionally distraught, she said she was dedicating the evening's poetry to that special person. It's no wonder she's been called a 'shape-shifter, myth-maker, linguistic risk taker, a poetical activist, surrealist with a raised fist (Patience Agbabi). She is that and more. Her poetry is razor sharp. Her poems convey the 'lifestyle' of council living but don't allow its poverty or rawness to get in the way of the possibility of getting out! 'Every one of these tower blocks is a book. Open it. There is hope in it. There is poetry'.
In 'Crystal Kisses', the audience was asked to shout 'Rapunzel' and she wasn't happy with it, but one swift word from her raspy throat and wide smile soon brought in the loud rant she wanted, and out came the poem'. Her poetry, sharp and to the point. 'Crystal...about girls at the top of the ivory tower waiting for their 'Pimp Charming' to save them'. 'He has already betrayed you. He is not climbing but pulling. These are not your dreams he's fulfilling as he stands before you half-drunk, grinning, introducing you to the gang...He makes her presents of stealing gifts...'
Joelle not only shows the poverty and rawness of living in council estates, but she also finds the beauty and potential existing beyond the obvious. In 'The last poet living', 'I am the last poet standing on this blank stage of bruised pavements, broken with missed opportunities and well-aimed misunderstandings…' You will see poetry in the Braille of night skies, in the length of time a parent takes to say goodbye…..or that girl perched on the lip of the tower block preparing to fly as wild birds escape the gilded bars of her ornamental rib cage, even in the gangland's wasteland warrior cries'.
Joelle wrote 'The Human Rights' for Jo Cox, and is now working with young men in council estates as well as on a project with Lemn Sessay, for refugee kids in Kent.
'There are children who sleep in school uniforms'...'Some children wash themselves in the water of their mother's self pity'... 'There are those who leave their skin in the washing machine till it no longer fits them'.
Hardly a phrase in her book, 'The Woman who was not there', from which many of her poems were read, is not worthy of mention. She was a hit for most of the audience though possibly came on too 'strong' for some to handle, but there's no question she held the room attentive througout her entire performance! Big applause for a very special poet!
Colin Eveleigh, so keen to come to Write Angle, accidentally came the week before! His poem about 'Mindfulness'. Using our senses to be aware of the beauty of creatures. 'Is there an off-switch to meditation. Is it being driven by a giraffe? There are no rules in meditation. It's about awareness. Being mindful is being aware. Awareness is survival – being mindful in every day life! To be fair, I do see things without being aware' . (thoughts to think upon). Leslie Prior brought a beautiful painting (hers) which had started with one theme and suddenly under bright reds, became something else. Called 'Confessional Art', Leslie tried to convey that what she started, turned into a historical venture of the house of Swiss French Architect, Corbusier, during WW2. She went on to tell about his architecture. 'A house is a machine for living in' and in 1920, he suddenly pursued the purist theory of painting reflecting his belief that anyone could re-invent themselves, as her painting did!
Richard Hawtree, leaving for a conference about Virgil, the Latin poet, in Ireland the following day, read 'Shedding Tears', about his experiences in the classroom. Aeneas did things the others could not...like stripping the oak, but when he shed tears, not blood - our freshly scanned examiners grew leaving Britain with the sting of war'. (not sure of this) Barry Smith read his only poem of Bognor Regis, inspired by a clown convention. As usual, it's impossible now even, to speak of the poem without seeing the 'town of weird and wonderful clowns in full gear' as Barry's poems are so visually descriptive. Then, one of Chichester. 'Slow Fair Incident' . The equipment was in good order. The little girl was King for the night'. The banana skin dropped….
Jezz got up and played two cover songs he loves. 'This one's for the ugly people', he laughed, and went on with Jacque Brel, 'In the Port of Amsterdam', to 'The Fratellis Whistle For the Choir'.No matter what he does, the emotion in his voice comes through and it's hard not to feel his love of music. More from Jezz please.. (but...how about something original???). What does Jezz feel about mistakes? 'It doesn't matter if you make mistakes with the words as long as you love the song'.
Bruce Parry played a lovely melody, 'Gondoliers', a Gilbert & Sullivan song (1889) on his hammer dulcimer. He then read the second in a series he's doing on parks, inspired by the autobiography of Charlie Chaplin who said, 'all he needs is a park, a policeman and a pretty girl' .
'A Walk in the Park'(1916-1987) gave a very apt visual description of park scenes – ice cream dripping, knees scraping....a thousand Sundays of church bells ringing and the meeting of park keeper, David Dewey Hughes and Felicity, as he helped her with her blanket and picnic basket. It all changed with search lights and fire bombs. Felicity disappeared with the coming of war. However, years later, they met again. This time, for good. A park bench now remains with their names engraved.
Jilly Funnel then got up and did a poem about being a very proper lady, having a house like Miss Marple's house and fancying the local farrier. She had everyone laughing at the punchline. Then, with her guitar, she sang 'Swan' – a lovely song about the pub her father used to take her and her sister to – 'before they 'fell out', and how wonderful it was, (the memories we cherish)
Speech Painter ended the evening with the 'second set of lyrics' from the 'Adult Dr Seuss'. 'What is the Sound of the Siren?'. (still a work in progress) 'The siren represents so many different things to different People. He then spoke of Dr Theodora (for those who don't know, Dr Seuss' first name) posing the question, 'What music is best? Can you help me please?' He had everyone laughing. Another great performer!
A lucky regular won the raffle, an unlimited meal for two at the Links Tavern, Liphook
Review is about WRITE ANGLE POETRY & MUSIC +OPEN MIC on 20 Sep 2016 (event)
Ian,
Blimey!...Rhyme Royal!
First..what an excellent use for a distancing cosmic, bird-like space voyaging bang in the news popular event, and how well you have done it...It couldn`t be bettered and deserves a more public airing.
Second...why don`t you try in on something (love?) that this form would eminently suit. (you`ve `got` the form of the thing)
And that `Rosetta of the Endless Night` is purrfect!
Well done!
Comment is about Rosetta Of The Endless Night (blog)
Original item by Ian Whiteley
cheers tony. i have a folder on my desktop called 'midnight and unhinged' and this was saved there last night. i think it was brought about by a discussion i had with a friend regarding svalbard and the NASA list of the brightest places on earth but I cant be sure, often things are foggy!
Glad you enjoyed the piece and congrats on POTW I hope this means you will post more in the future.
Comment is about i took you to the brightest places on earth so that i could see who you truly are (blog)
Original item by Stuart Buck
Imagery that takes shape and collapses in your hands, runs through your fingers, quite chilling really. My impression. Congratulations Tony.
Comment is about 'The Stone Tape' by Tony Hill is Write Out Loud's Poem of the Week (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
<Deleted User> (9882)
Sun 2nd Oct 2016 08:54
I knew somebody would do a poem about this event,and Ian,you have done so,brilliantly!
Cheers matey.
Rose. x
Comment is about Rosetta Of The Endless Night (blog)
Original item by Ian Whiteley
A poor workman blames his tool.
Comment is about THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD (and other thoughts) (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
a fine, intriguing piece on a topic with untapped (aha thanks) potential
Comment is about RESERVOIRS (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Andy Smyth
Wed 5th Oct 2016 17:04
Thanks for the "cheers" Harry and comments from MC. I will probably revisit the end of this scribble as I don't really think it makes the point I was striving to achieve (i.e. your "best friend" is actually your worst enemy - I know from painful experience).
So my thinking hat is back on...
Andy
Comment is about My Best Friend (blog)
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