Oh, To Be Back At The Canteen!
I’ve not been here in fucking ages!
Tag: Stokes Croft
On The 16th Of September
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
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 Ballad Of Stokes Croft: a song of poems
It is a song of poems – different parts in different verse throughout a night exchanging stories.
Excerpts: a trailer for a ballad
Each of us with tales ‘n layered lives to be disclosed…
The Treasure Of The Pied Crow
Pied white ‘n dull-green ‘n shim’ring black, treasuring the trove you’ve gathered.
From A Manufactured Perch, Road-Riverside
The fire of the dragon’s protest-flame marks only its self ‘n message.
william altoft 