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I Just Need To Put Some Shelves Up by Kate Tempest from Running On The Wires (Picador Poetry)
Readings from England Poems From A School Edited by Kate Clanchy (Picador 2018) War Memoir by Azfa Awad (18), The Doves Of Damascus by Ftoun Abou Kerech (14), Eyen by Michael Egbe (17) and Where Are My Unumbered Days? By Mohamed Assaf (12)
You Subtracted From Me - 2 Pussy
The second of five short poetry documentaries written by me, exploring the theme of solitude, delves into the murky world of sleep and dreams. Directed by the legendary Momentori Madrassi and read by renowned documentary maker Klaus Vankerman with improvised piano soundtrack from one of the worlds most gifted pianists Bernardo Boniffe.
You Subtracted From Me - 3 Beans
The third of five short poetry documentaries written by me, exploring the theme of solitude, looks into the mucky world of food. Directed by the legendary Momentori Madrassi and read by renowned documentary maker Klaus Vankerman with improvised piano soundtrack from one of the worlds most gifted pianists Bernardo Boniffe.
Part of a five poem poetry cycle on solitude. Read by the famous documentary archivist Klaus Vankerman.
Except from Snowman Snowman from You Are Now Entering The Human Heart - Short Stories by Janet Frame - published 1984 by The Women’s Press Ltd.
Three poems by Herbert Trench from Selected Poems (published 1924 by Jonathon Cape Ltd) Flame Footed Youth Deep In A High Valley O Dreamy, Gloomy, Friendly Trees
Four poems from The Poets’ Symphony - a collection of verses inspired by music and arranged by George Hyde Wollaston 1913
To A Piano by M E Coleridge At The Mid Hour Of Night by T Moore Music At Night by S Williams Music Of The Spheres by J Addison
The Daylight and the Dust from You Are Now Entering The Human Heart (The Woman’s Press - 1994)
The Terrible Screaming from You Are Now Entering The Human Heart (The Women’s Press - 1984)
Content by John Clare read from the Arbour Chapbook Accursed Wealth edited by Roger Rowe
A Spirit Speaks In Every Wind by John Clare from the book Hidden Treasures by Roger Rowe
Round Oak and Eastwell by John Clare from the chapbook, Helpston's Fountains - edited by Roger Rowe.
A Long Day's Leaving from The Richard Matthewman Stories by Ian McMillan and Martyn Wiley
To An Insignificant Flower Obscurely Blooming In A Lonely Wild by John Clare from Poems Descriptive of Rural Life and Scenery (1820)
One of the qualities that shines out of Clare's poetry is that his love for nature was inclusive of everything that bloomed or grew or crawled or flew. However insignificant or ordinary something might seem to others, was to him something to be treasured and recognised.
Carson McCullers is becoming one of my favourite Authors. I loved The Heart Is A Lonely Hunter and am now equally loving The Member Of The Wedding. A story about a young tom boy who doesn't fit in and is yearning to find her place in the world. She suddenly finds out her older brother is about to wed and hatches a plan to take an active part in the wedding.
Here's an extract.
To some I have talked with by the fire by William Butler Yeats.
While I wrought out these fitful Danaan rhymes, My heart would brim with dreams about the times When we bent down above the fading coals And talked of the dark folk who live in souls Of passionate men, like bats in the dead trees; And of the wayward twilight companies Who sigh with mingled sorrow and content, Because their blossoming dreams have never bent Under the fruit of evil and of good: And of the embattled flaming multitude Who rise, wing above wing, flame above flame, And, like a storm, cry the Ineffable Name, And with the clashing of their sword-blades make A rapturous music, till the morning break And the white hush end all but the loud beat Of their long wings, the flash of their white feet.
A call of the sidhe by George William Russell
TARRY thou yet, late lingerer in the twilight’s glory:
Gay are the hills with song: earth’s faery children leave More dim abodes to roam the primrose-hearted eve,
Opening their glimmering lips to breathe some wondrous story.
Hush, not a whisper! Let your heart alone go dreaming.
Dream unto dream may pass: deep in the heart alone
Murmurs the Mighty One his solemn undertone.
Canst thou not see adown the silver cloudland streaming Rivers of faery light, dewdrop on dewdrop falling,
Star-fire of silver flames, lighting the dark beneath?
And what enraptured hosts burn on the dusky heath!
Come thou away with them for Heaven to Earth is calling.
These are Earth’s voice—her answer—spirits thronging. Come to the Land of Youth: the trees grown heavy there
Drop on the purple wave the starry fruit they bear. Drink: the immortal waters quench the spirit’s longing.
Art thou not now, bright one, all sorrow past, in elation,
Made young with joy, grown brother-hearted with the vast,
Whither thy spirit wending flits the dim stars past Unto the Light of Lights in burning adoration.
By the margin of the great deep by George William Russell
WHEN the breath of twilight blows to flame the misty skies, All its vaporous sapphire, violet glow and silver gleam With their magic flood me through the gateway of the eyes;
I am one with the twilight’s dream.
When the trees and skies and fields are one in dusky mood,
Every heart of man is rapt within the mother’s breast:
Full of peace and sleep and dreams in the vasty quietude,
I am one with their hearts at rest.
From our immemorial joys of hearth and home and love
Strayed away along the margin of the unknown tide,
All its reach of soundless calm can thrill me far above Word or touch from the lips beside.
Aye, and deep and deep and deeper let me drink and draw From the olden fountain more than light or peace or dream,
Such primeval being as o’erfills the heart with awe,
Growing one with its silent stream.
From Faces In The Water, chapter 34. "Living is so much like one of those childhood games where you keep shutting your eyes and opening them expecting to find everything changed -a new city with glass towers, a table laden for a feast, a kindly forest where the trees no longer strike blows or twist themselves into fearful shapes."
I go down to the sea To watch the ships come in Reminds me of home Reminds me of you
Something is coming in the wind
Three poems with rain themes We ain't got no money honey, but we got rain by Charles Bukowski The voice of the rain by Walt Whitman The Rainy Day by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Pictures Never Painted, Music Never Composed by Janet Frame in 1986, after the death of her Cat Neggy
Once, between myself & the pine trees At night Both from the collection - The Pocket Mirror by Janet Frame
Reds Up, Sheffield down From The Richard Matthewman Stories By Ian MacMillan and Martyn Wiley
Voices Of The Night - Prelude - by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Escape At Bedtime - Robert Louis Stevenson
Dodecahedron from Great Lost Albums by Mark Billingham, David Quantick, Stav adheres, Martyn Waites (Sphere books)
Mind The Gap by Nic Treadwell Last Sonnet by John Keats Love After Love by Derek Walcott Armada by Brian Patten
The noises in the static become the voices in his head...the peace and quiet of the garden shed bring forth piano ideas.
small t and BIG T present a show for children of all ages...
The Saturday Shed Show.
Episode 1
The two T's travel in time, meet a very strange boy who is obsessed with basket ball, and introduce the nation to a new kind of quiz game.
Written and performed by Nic and Max Treadwell. Edited and produced by Nic Treadwell
Four poems from the hand of Suzanne Vega. Daniella, Plain, Lightning and Hamd Of Sleep. Originally published in The Passionate Eye.
This beautifully written soliloquy comes at the end of Oliver Stone's Talk Radio, Barry is a shock jock who has a love hate relationship with his audience. He revels in telling them just what he thinks of them...