Saturday, 29 November 2014

More Poetry Published

Hi Guys;
More poems to follow soon as i will start blogging a new sequence soon but in the meantime, two poems of mine 'Magic II' and 'Kissing my every Scent' have appeared on Page & Spine' and can be read here
Also in addition, two more poems 'Priscilla' and 'Prisoners of War III' (both of which also appeared in my split book 'Europa' (co wrote with Nick Armbrister) have appeared in Poetic Trenches, the latest book by Brine Publishing and is available here

Both places are well worth submitting to for different reasons.

Saturday, 8 November 2014

Selected Films

Partly through re-organisation of old films, I have started uncovering old films I have started in over the years.

More to come, but here are the first three:

Come and Go (Samuel Beckett), 2000. 

The Oldest out of the footage, this was done I think at the end of the second year at University by the look of things and was a somewhat ghost like, experimental attempt at a very short Samuel Beckett play reflecting the difference between Childhood and Adulthood and hope things change backwards and forwards in a circle.

My night with the Vampire, 2001.

A short film done in 2001 by Chi Fai Lo and rewrote partly by myself with musical score on it (incorrectly listed as Andrew Noichas). This was a hard shoot, as the Director didn't make life easy but I love the edits and improvements on it, and love the first and last scenes in particular.

Poets and Pasties Documentary, 2008

Fast forward some years, and after leaving university, and I go onto the poetry circuit in Manchester and eventually end up co setting up and running 'Poets and..' an poetry and music open mike night in Bolton which ran until 2010. This footage was shot by three MMU students who wanted to come down and shoot the first night for a MMU project. In a lot of ways, it kinda summed up the way all of those nights went.

Saturday, 1 November 2014

Frankenstein in Rio (New Poem)

Abandoned like an unloved pet
just outside the outskirts of Rio
underneath some of the white
washed slums
you told me to wait there
while you went for help,

But of course you never returned
discarding all responsibility
glistening in the moonlight
returning to your car
and driving off like a panic led sprinter
before I realised,

Flying through the night
across Copacabana beach
pressing your hands
on the wheels like Excalibur
rising from the ground
before freezing halfway,

Cut and pasting your fear
with each mile
unsure which way next
across the sea front
towards the edge of the
Sugarloaf Mountain,

Then hiding in the shadows
of the Art Museum
in Sao Paulo,
before then running  
to the booths of
the Se Church in Sao Luis,

Among the Market sellers of
the Porto Allegra Public Market
in Rio Grande do Sol
trading monies for
blankets and hats,
in a vein attempt to disguise yourself

To smaller, less known places
Like all the way down
To Boa Vista
Where your car finally died,
And the Wreck of the Santa Maria
Where you was tempted to hide in

Or hide in the now
dis-used lighthouse
on Morro Negro,
and watch the sunrise go up and down
each morning
until you went stir crazy,

Full well knowing
I would caught up with you
sooner or later
no matter
which way you ran


(An Writing Exercise at my writing workshop 'Writers of the third kind' designed to play a famous literature character in a total different location)