In Deep Time – Tada Ipadeola

Tade Ipadeola ( Nigeria) was co-curator of A Deeper Country, our CS Lewis themed curation with EastSide Arts and Belfast City Council. He was an absolute joy to work with, and with the wonders of the internet, although we have never met, we were still able to collaborate across the thousands of miles and put beautiful poetry into the streets of Belfast.

Sky, You Are Too Big #InternationalMigrantsDay 2019

It seems like a lifetime ago, but just before Christmas 2019, the Community Relations Council of Northern Ireland along with the Arts Council NI, the John Hewitt Society and the Linenhall Library, hosted our 2019 event for International Migrants Day. It featured poets Maria McManus, Nandi Jola, Viviana Fiorentino, Anesu Mtowa and Csilla Toldy, alongside traditional musicians Jason O’Rourke and Joe Campbell-McArdle. Thanks CRC NI for this short film record of the event.

Frida Kahlo’s Flowers

 

You have to supply your own choice of music……. but, in other news, here is a slide show movie of many of the Frida Kahlo photos. She really doesn’t like Sweet William, but apart from that, she looks good with so many of the other flowers.

Enjoy.

Let me know what music you suggest.

Splendid Liberal Lofty – Launch 29th Nov All Welcome 6.00pm Armagh Robinson Library

Come to the launch of the soundscape, letters and visual art project with me, Simon Waters and Helen Sharp, at the Armagh Robinson Library

Splendid Liberal Lofty Flyer 2019 -2

Images # Offbeat Antibes 10

Adrian Fox and I continue our ‘oul lark’ as in ‘that’s them’uns at their oul lark…..’ with a few poems in response to images. No MLA’s have been harmed in the writing of these poems. No expenditure of public money has been incurred.

P1010280THE NEST

The flakes of grain
Are flaking away.
Signs of decay are
With us today.
Things will get worse
Before they get better.
A sun drenched home
Is held together by nail
And paint on cracks of
Weather. Keeping us
Warm like birds of a
Feather lost on a wing
And a prayer.

Adrian Fox

Shutter

Things are not even.
Taking the strain,
cracks show up on the surface,
change is irreparable.

And the question;
can we be saved by our own failures?
Life at the limits
is what it is.

And though it goes against the grain
to let the hare sit
to let the dogs stay sleeping,
what then?

After everything is lost.
Faith, thin and all as it is; pale, malnourished
hopeless as it is –
there is nothing else –

Today, anyway.

Images # Offbeat Antibes 9

In the second of what will probably be a very short series of collaborative working. Adrian Fox and I are continuing to experiment with responding to some images. No MLA’s have been harmed in the writing of these poems. No expenditure of public money has been incurred.

Cassis

Cassis

A WIRED UP POME

Neon birds flap along.
the lights are out but
nobodies home. The blue
beyond blue shoots through
even cloud disperses this way
and that. The lights will come on
soon and the flock will migrate into night.

Adrian Fox

Source

Here’s my wishes for you,
a vantage point,
the sky, lit, always,
its source, the moon, sun and stars,
a light-house,
gathering-spots, along a safe harbour,
a boat of whisperings,
the sails; all that is not yet written –
shelter for you.

Venture out then.
Airborne and untethered.
Go scoping. Get the lie of things.
Tell everything.
It takes an army of us, friend,
to serve what goes un-noticed otherwise,
to see farther, to check for all that rests
in spaces in between, to say
what might otherwise go unsaid.