Saturday, 26 September 2009

My Journey To Work On Friday 25th Sep

On my route to Free Word I passed a Mosque just as Muslim’s were leaving and something struck me. I was fresh from watching Ahmadinejad’s bizarrely hypocritical speech at the UN (It was hypocritical before he even opened his mouth, having a man who wasn’t elected as president preach “democracy” is a disgrace).

ANYWAY I took this.




And then this


Now coming back I tried a new route and ended up passing Brick Lane where something was definatly in the air...



Some people passing by thought I was being cruel taking this picture to which I replied "I'm giving meaning to his suffering!"



This is the bike and the shop with the bagals that made my day.



And this is the gay couple in a "Mexican" bar making some ironic statements.

Thursday, 24 September 2009

60 Years of the Universal Declaration Of Human Rights

Yesterday in the Free Word centre we filled a room with people as the Universal Declaration of Human Rights was read out by heart by Monica Ross and individual people in the room - Some read out an article in their native languages, Russian, Japanese, Nigerian, Sign Language etc. By the end our hearts were heavy as we struggled to recognize almost any of them in global reality.

Very powerful!

Me and Josh were so engaged in discussion by the end we’d forgotten to take pictures
Oopps!

However, we were given pocket booklets of our human rights to carry around with us in preperation for our next encounter with INJUSTICE! :-)


Wednesday, 23 September 2009

Random Pictures Taken This Week.



















Joshua has done one of the things he does best... Inspire the hell out of me

I've started taking random pictures to and fro the Free Word Centre and here they are as well as some taken in and around the building.







There’s a fine line drawn by pens and Viagra


I've carried this pen around the Free Word Centre all week and only once did I manage to provoke a response of "is that viagra in your pocket or are you happy to see me"
Well done to the delivery guy outside the reception area.

"There's poetry in business but no business in poetry"




Yesterday me and Josh got to meet ANOTHER poetry hero of ours, Mr. Lemn Sissay.

When I meet someone I admire I always approach them very formally, standing up straight, aligning my shirt and trousers and putting on a hat if I haven’t brushed my hair. I then extend my hand offering a firm handshake and a “love your work” compliment. On the inside I’m in deep reflection, thinking of the joy I’d experienced and the muses gathered from this particular persons work, I’ve ALWAYS got questions but I never ask them, besides, I was in Joshua’s presence, it’s hard not to be overshadowed. (Ray turns to Josh and screams “YOU OPPRESSOR!”)

Anyway, the event we’d attended yesterday was a very interesting open discussion about the economic vs sentimental value of literature hosted by the English Pen organisation.

The makeup of the panel speakers were poet in residence at the Southbank centre 'Lemm Sissay', director of literature for the Arts Council 'Antonia Byratt', Chief Executive of 'Poet In The City' 'Graham Henderson' (we salute you sir), CEO of penguin publishing 'John Makinson' and director of English pen, 'Jonathan Heawood'.

Much of the debate ran though the competition of funded and commercial arts, “We need to be as imaginative in our art as our economics” said Lemm as he went on to justify himself as a government funded artist “I buy time and create, it is the act of time and creation that I offer”

Graham Henderson is making some great moves for establishing poetry as a highly investable market, blaming only lack of publicity for poetry’s underground status. “If a good poet publishes a book and got commercial publicity it would sell just as well as any novel”

The recent banning of Ian Sinclair as an author also raised questions about the freedom a writer has when combining art with business but ironically Lemm said he felt he’d have more freedom as a government funded artist than a commercial one.

The current economic climate is obviously affecting the rate of authors getting published but England still manages to publish more writers than any other in the world.

The predicted future for literature involves a booming market for self publishers and e-books.

I’d like to include my own prediction of a definate larger interest in poetry.

To wrap this up, this was the first of two debates on this topic; do attend the second debate on Tuesday 6th October in the freeword centre.

FUN!

Tuesday, 22 September 2009

FRIDAY. 18TH SEPTEMBER. 2009

I haven't even sniffed1pm. And this is what I walk into on my way to work:



It's a protest-looking gathering in V for Vendetta masks and Jesus garb. Yes, I know, Jesus the Vigilante, MAKES ALL THE SENSE IN THE WORLD.

Y are they there? I didn't know/care/bother, I was going to a workshop under JEAN BINTA BREEZE!!!!

Who is she? Think Nina Simone. Think poetry. Tada! AMAZING!



That's her with Ray. Look at how tight he's hugging her, it's almost like he's trying to siphon talent.

It was a three hour, heavy duty poetry masterclass where we wrote a bunch of concrete nouns and sat in a very uncreative beigey room that looked like this:





FUN!!!

And makes Ray look like this:



not fun raymond.

But at least the workshop was nice. Jean is warm, easy to follow and explains things the way I'd explain them, except I'm patronising and she's not . If I was of her stature, I'd be like, 'ooooh, oooh, you're all stupid, so we'll start with the alphabet.' I would. Blatantly.

One Five o' clock later and we move into the Lecture Theatre for an Open Mic event put up by the Apples and Snakie people.
I dare say, I didn't stay for all of it, but I do believe the audience was probably 99.9% poets here to perform. There's some dude who's bouncing around standing spasm style while delivering a ode to 'JAAAAAAAAAZZZ!' I thought it was the best thying since Jazzman John Clarke. The young poets I had brought in, Jodi


Who'd come all the way from Birminham, and Belinda Zhawi


Who came from that place most closest to hell, i.e West London, both thought he was weird.

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They were brilliant tho. Check out Jodi right here

On my way home, what did I see?




THEY'VE BEEN THERE ALL DAY!

I just had to ask what the deal-i-o. Turns out they were protesting against The Scientology Centre.

Picture of SCIENTOLOGY CENTRE



That they spent all day, with goofy masks, protesting a religion that TECHNICALLY JUST AS GOOFY AND MANIPULATING AS ANY OTHER RELIGION, REALLY, HONESTLY, must be awarded, even though scientology is an easy target.

Monday, 21 September 2009

Thursday 17th Sept 2009

THURDAY 17TH SEPT 2009

Hi, I'm Josh, and my Thursdays are more amazing than yours, because I spend them at the FREEWORD Centre, sourge of trees and coffee beans everywhere!

You can be almost as awesome if you came down to their festival and check their free events



Almost, I said. But not quite as amazing. Here's Y.

PROOF NUMBER 1!!
I wake up at eleven pm.

PROOF NUMBER 2!!!

I walked past this on road to work.





PROOF NUMBER THREE

This used to be a school Playground.



I DON'T CARE WHAT THEY'RE MAKING. FOR SHAME.

PROOF NUMBER 4

I took a picture of this on my way to work.




PROOF NUMBER FIVE!

I meet Carol Dixon.

This is Carol Dixon

.

Carol Dixon should change her surname to Awesome, because she works for BookTrust. It's an organistation that gives books away to kids and families.

That's it.

She gets books, she gives them to kids in primary, pre-school, kids in foster homes, and their respective households; so long as Johnny/Janet Justbeenborn is on the national register, he/she's getting free door stops. Books designed for them, 'course. No point sending 120 Days of Sodom to a toddler, is there? No there isn't. No there isn't. No, No, No.

All this just to get people reading. It's free, and legal. Pretty much a govt funded PirateBay, or a Socialist Santa. Plus! She's a totally pleasant person to hang about to boot. Why isn't anyone mentioning outfits like this in the news? or for adults? Maybe I'm just a little touched by the whole Turn-School-Playground-Into-Grey-#-555-!-!-!; I think this is wicked.They've got some events going on this year, and some Andrew Motion Shenanegans happening next, and I think -the grand thinker that I am- that they are worth checking out. Click Here.

PROOF NUMBER FINALE!

I end my work day,

!!!

MY WORK DAY!

watching two five minute plays and a discussion panel, all organised by INDEX ON CENSORSHIP.

The first play's done in big hall room. Someone stuck a bed-bunk in the centre of the room and we all had to gather round it, whilst the actors pretended we weren't there watching like kids making a circle round a playground fight.




And yes, it ended with a fight.

from the way the actors dressed I could happily pretend it was some kind of prison, tho I wouldn't be surprised if I was wrong. I'm always wrong. It's a good place to be. I think it was written by Vaclav Havel, czech playwright. DO NOT LOOK AT ME, I JUST RECENTLY GOOGLED HIM. I think it was about bullying/racism/dehumanisation, but I might be wrong. It seemed a little forced. Alright acted, a little forced.

Would some one hate me if I said a couple of actors slept through it?

We retreated into the main theatre space. Next up was a short play by Beckett.



No, that's not a camera trick, it was a lot more interesting than the first play. And I'm not going to explain it to you. Yes I am. The guy in the suit was The Director. The girl his Assistant, and the spooky fella in the background The Subject. Director would make Assistant reconfigure Subject, who was standing on a box, Abu Gharib Style: raise hands, take off hat, stand on one foot, recite Obama's inaugural speech backwards. It seemed to be for some 'show' Obviously, both Director and Assistant could not give a hooters about Subject. Assistant did care a little, but she didn't go all hollywood and try to 'save him/her soul.' She stayed British and thought about her job. GO BECKETT!

I would guess the theme of this play was also dehumanisation, which, considering my mind is a 2+2=4 kinda vehicle, wouldve led me to believe the discussion panel that came afterward would be discussing the themes germinating from the play.

No, three men talked about eastern europe a lot.

I dunno, they did exactly what was advertised in the program, but I guess having seen two plays dealing the treatment of people/racism/humiliation I found a chat about the political fortunes of eastern europe a little anti-climatic. Especially since everyone on the panel seemed to be agreeing with each other,

But then, maybe I'm just wrong.
Feel Free to Disagree.

Yay