Reviews
A review of Icelandic band, Samaris, at Leaf Tea shop, Liverpool ,on Thursday, 9th June, 2016. Support from the ever brilliant Feral Love. Not usually one to be lost for words when writing, I am fast running out of superlatives to describe Feral Love. I almost feel like it is an undeserved privilege to have seen them for a third time in just over a...
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Black Honey: Sweet Dreams or a Beautiful Nightmare? It probably takes less than a minute to get hooked on Black Honey. They are pure class A, producing fully-fledged addicts, who crave the next chemical fix released by their powerful, dreamy, other worldly music. This addict started listening to them a couple of months ago because they are on the Festevol bill in Liverpool over the...
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Poems
A very short poem about “gardening” to celebrate the start of Spring. Brown eyes call me, the gardener, To step upon the soft rose petal carpet of your soul, Through gently opening doors, A slow descent, your watering hole Sprinklers rejuvenating foliage, ferns, Intoxicating perfume of your inner world Charms my soul’s depths within me As your love unfurls. Your rich resin, destiny’s...
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Thoughts
A brief reflection on writer’s block. Knowing the direction you want that short story to take but being unable to find the words that take it from design to finished product. “The wild animal of creativity, released from its cage, paces up and down in my head. It skulks around in my thoughts and dreams, seeking my mind for prey, my heart to devour. Inner animal essence...
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Poems / Thoughts
Without pain I would know not relief. Without heartache I would feel no comfort. Without suffering I would know not joy. Without grief I would have no friend to mourn with. Without the despair of now, in no future would I hope. Without destruction, I would have no need to re-create. Without this bitter desolation, where would be the consolation? Without the fear, demonic...
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Thoughts
INSPIRATION “Do you get inspired by art that is an unformed image inside an artist’s head? By music that is a swirl of notes assembling over the rhythms of the soul? By poetry that is a reflection of the flawed human spirit coming in to focus? Do you have a desire to create things that have never been created before? To see new colours?...
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Poems
Moi, j’suis Paris, même en Angleterre, Toi, t’es mon ami, camarade de guerre, Lui, dans mon coeur, cette victime, qui meure, Elle, c’est une fleur du monde, qui pleure. Nous les rosbifs on est solidaire de vous, Vous êtes du ciel mais vous etes en enfer, Vos copains, vos enfants, vos parents, décimés, Vos épouses blessés, en s’amusant tués, Toujours tristes, angoissés, mais au coeur optimiste, On...
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Poems
Inspired by Andre Malraux’s novel of the same title, this short poem explores the thoughts of some that life is futile and that everything we do is meaningless in the grand scheme of things. We see ourselves on a pointless journey between birth and death, where everything in between is not even worth trying. I am glad I don’t share this view. La condition humaine It’s a...
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