Egypt & Industry: a sneak peak
Two paths curve t’ward an empty cradle.
Tag: Bristol
These Auld Graffitied Walls: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
Nurtured’s the roots of grass that grows again.
Electrically-Amplified & Clear: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
As the sunlight stole away, the counter-culture quarter lit the dusk.
Islands Of Debris: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
Waves of ways of making artwork from life. Scores of sounds – electronic, acoustic. Walls sprayed with all kinds of colours – dark, bright. Generations giving new life to it.
Rhythm-Only Song: extracts from The Ballad Of Stokes Croft
“I thought we should sit ‘round, relate our stories, friend to friend. We each know something of this place. Let’s share it, this night, face to face.”
The Voice That Searched My Memories: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Now riddle it with chaos: muddied fury lit by mob-borne flame.
This Room, This City, This World: extracts from The Floating Harbour
“Change is the only thing. It’s the only thing there is.”
That Way, For Him, Adventure Lies: extracts from The Floating Harbour
The seagulls, too: they screech in semi-reliably recorded history.
The Hunter Sits: extracts from The Floating Harbour
Such keen eyes, such keen resolve.
The River Keeps Me Company: extracts from The Floating Harbour
I watch her and she’s wistless as she weaves and waves again.
To Bristol Town!
P’rhaps we won’t stop anymore, now there’s no space – seat or floor.
A(n updated) Bristol Series
I have, these recent years, fallen, somehow, in to writing about Bristol over and over again.
The Ballad Of Stokes Croft: a song of poems
It is a song of poems – different parts in different verse throughout a night exchanging stories.
