Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This poem, Tipping Point is by Glen Wilson. It featured on our Once Barefoot curation of poems on climate. This curation runs concurrently in Belfast City Council Tropical Ravine and at Centre Culturel Irlandais in Paris.
Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This poem, Bushfire is by Stephanie Conn. It was included in our Once Barefoot curation of poems about climate, which ran concurrently at Belfast City Council’s Tropical Ravine and at Centre Culturel Irlandais in Paris.
Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This poem, Wild Camping, is by Oana Sanizãna Marian. It was part of our Once Barefoot curation of poems on climate change for concurrent installation at Belfast City Council Tropical Ravine and Centre Culturel Irlandais.
Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This poem, In the Wrong Place is by Jessica Traynor. It was integral to the Once Barefoot curation of poems on climate change, which launched Poetry Jukebox at Centre Cultural Irlandais in Paris. Jessica also co-curated HUNGERING with us, for the EPIC Museum in Dublin.
The marshes have filled themselves
with wetness and bird song
since they were left alone.
The Basran reed warbler breeds
deep in Mesopotamian banks,
the original garden of Eden.
Each dusk, birds with dark eyestripes
flash amber shadows low
over lakes and gleaming mud.
So many species are flourishing,
the African darter, the sacred ibis –
one day women in libraries, flocks of singing girls.
‘The secret is to walk evading nothing’, Alice Oswald
Croneshadow stumbles ahead of me catching
erratic feet on the tarmac ruched
as it is by roots her left foot sticking
as if in mud her stoop cranked up
by the pock-marked skin of the drystone wall
she is thrown on the angle of light sickish
orange in the early night. Her mouth
twitches down at the creases Bitchy
Resting Face though you cannot see it
dark on dark. You could say she exists
in relief except there is none not
for a structure like her misbuilt collapsing
inward with each jolt forward. I try
to right her. but she will not straighten. The more
I struggle the more she looks broken. She knows
more of pain than your charts can trace
but you will not acknowledge her hear her. Her name
is a slur. Her body is carrion. It is
too late for this.
My blood too sticky.
Her edges are blurring.
My legs are unravelling.
Her gown of bones is clacking clacking.
Will we ever reach home?
I sink in my clothes
till my breath melts the frost on the empty road.
She pushes ahead of me carries on walking.
Carries on walking.
Carries on walking.
Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This poem, The Invisible by Polly Atkin was included in Song of Myself, poetry by D/deaf and disabled poets. It celebrated the launch of a jukebox which includes features which make it more accessible to disabled people. We launched in the Belfast International Festival in October 2019 at CS Lewis Square in East Belfast.
Poetry Jukebox is an on-street audio installation of poetry. This beautiful poem is Storm Song by Eleanor Hooker. Listen up.
It featured on “Another Country’ a special curation of poems in which poets responded to the work of CS Lewis. It was chosen by Tade Ipadeola. We were supported by East Side Arts in Belfast and by Belfast City Council. The Poetry Jukebox was in CS Lewis Square.
Not only is Stephen Sexton an astonishing award-winning poet – he has just added the Strong Shine Award to his list of gongs, he is also a very lovely individual and a gentleman. He worked with us curating Once Barefoot, our poems on climate change. The beautiful poem is called The Green Rooms.
This poem is on Poetry Jukebox at Centre Culturel Irlandais and Belfast City Council Tropical Ravine. Thank you Stephen and CONGRATULATIONS!