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Continue reading →: Friday Night Elation
It’s not just the anticipation of a Friday night that makes it special, but the joy of not banging your head against a wall type of thing. My Friday night started off very amicably in the company of two hospitable gentleman, Tony and Austin, in a bicycle workshop. The bottled…
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Continue reading →: stress management (I said…)
Now all together, take a deep breath…hold it in until you feel that your lungs will burst – no, not literally. Somebody help wee Timmy, he appears to have turned purple. And … breathe out, emptying your lungs slowly letting all that bad air out of your being. Your chi…
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Continue reading →: poetry in around and about motion
Regular readers know that I have an interest in the written word, and words spoken that have meaning. Looking at that sentence you may have wondered about the last bit. Surely all words have ‘meaning’? Not at all, some words are scattered so liberally that they are mere chaff, and…
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Continue reading →: African Elephant, Cheyenne Mountain Zoo
Mammals – aren’t we great? Elephants of the African or Indian variety are the gentle giants of all the mammals. The Indian ones have smaller ears I think. Ensuring their survival by protecting the sort of habitat they need is only going to get tougher, if the more plentiful mammals…
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Continue reading →: a cycle of violence
My bicycle is not a cherished object. It gets me to work and is used for shopping trips, so I don’t give it the attention it deserves. Luckily, there’s a fellow called Austin who has a cycle workshop in an old stable yard not far from Queen’s university who knows…
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Continue reading →: party animal on the prowl
A rarely seen glimpse of one the most fascinating creatures known to me was to be had over the weekend in Belfast. Spotted in a dark corner of the Speakeasy bar in the Students’ Union it was not hard to identify the infrequent reveller. His crazy hair and bizarre mannerisms…
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Continue reading →: decisions decisions
I thought I was going to write a poem about the tube and the comfort of strangers – based on the poetry in motion theme of stillness…well, maybe. But all that jostling, strap hanging and sweaty armpits doesn’t create such a wonderful bubble space even on the longest journey. On…
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Continue reading →: Still poetry
There was a one day workshop in Belfast over the weekend organised by the Community Arts Partnership. I went along and found the event bursting with enthusiastic talent. We were encouraged to dig deep and wrench words from personal places within ourselves that ordinarily stay shrouded in modesty. The writing…
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Continue reading →: Henry VI (part 1)
I am afflicted with an embarrassing condition. As soon as I have parked myself in a darkened room the urge to sleep is upon me. All very well if you are enjoying a snooze at home, but not so clever if you are out in public at the theatre or…
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