I like cutting poetry as video. Pavement poetry films. From notes on a phone.
Here’s a new one, from the groves of Peckham to the branded streetart of Shoreditch. I’d been listening to Terence McKenna, watching Unity Matrix and Rachel Bladerunner…
The story is the journey – the poetry is as we walk.
Classic road movie Palm Spring colours and my photographs using a Holga lens around the Joshua Tree inspired the art direction of the first edition of Cold Lips.
The colours numbed for the second edition, stripped back to fading Polaroids and Shedville typewriter font.
Did the first pavement poetry film on Instagram last summer as I wandered. Primrose Hill slate, sounds better than other pavements.
It’s a few minutes through this Unedited film, that I’ve had projected through performances…
I’m doing something on 3rd November with Ana Sefer and her pal. The next one with Dave Barbarossa (drummer, Adam Ant/Bow Wow Wow) will be with Factory de Joie, November 25th.
And in the meantime, I write as I walk, and put together the third issue of Cold Lips. x