On Poetry: Cause And Effect

I’m going to break my own rules, self-serving rebel that I am.

I don’t normally give much away about my writing. I don’t like to explain my poems, or give insight into their meaning. 

It’s not that I’m secretive, or have anything to hide. It’s just that I prefer readers to take from them what they will, as long as they aren’t too obscure.

The poems, I mean, not the readers 🙂

But, after a couple of discussions on here, I’ve decided to make a couple of posts about some of the poems in my book, Heading North.

One about inspiration. One about interpretation. 

Cause and effect. 

You may find them of interest. I shall post them early next week.

In the meanwhile have a good weekend. Hope the muse plays game.

Meanwhile, In A Small English Town . . .

Walking through a subway tonight with my nine year-old daughter.  “Wow Dad look-there’s writing all over the walls!” She began to read the graffiti then turned to me all wide-eyed.

“Dad! It’s all swearing and rude words!”

I said (foolishly) “Well don’t look then.”

She looked: “OH MY GOD!!! Guess which two words I’ve just read?!”

Fearing the worst: “Go on.”

“Donald Trump!”

Of The Silent World:Dolores

As a self-confessed fan of both old movies and old photographs, I love this. It is Dolores Costello, who married John Barrymore, and is the grandmother of Drew Barrymore.

I’m sure there are other family members who could be name dropped here, too. 🙂

Oh the days before the world succumbed to sound and colour.

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Song Lyric-Hanging On ‘Til Morning

A lad I know is a member of a local band. He had a riff and outline for a new song, but no lyrics. Being familiar with my book, he asked if I could come up with some lyrics for it, and this is my attempt. Something I’ve never done before, but I think poetry and song lyrics are consenting bedfellows.

I think it works better with the music rather than standing alone in naked print, but here you go.

Will let you know if it makes the radio 🙂

Hanging On 'Til Morning

Satellite town where the sun sinks down
the people are the sheaves
of the concrete fields
stirred by degrees 
by the Pennine breeze

Hanging on 'til morning
Hanging on 'til morning.

The bucket bleed of the rusting heaps
the black cats creep
where the oil sinks deep
wandering free
the schizophrenic streets

Hanging on 'til morning
Hanging on 'til morning

The stifled screams of a dead man's dreams
sit up and watch the clock
and the winnowing fork
taking the drop
on a lifetime's work

Hanging on 'til morning
Hanging on 'til morning


©AJM

Night Populous – A Little Self Promotion…

A great, short poetic video about the homeless in my hometown of Manchester.

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Not normally one to self promote like this but I worked on a project with some very talented people and the final result is this poem short film that I think the guys have done a great job with.  Night Populous was written by me a while ago about homelessness in Manchester, and when my friend asked about doing a creative project together I instantly thought of this piece and the guys who did the film and sound ran with it.  The end result is something I am really proud of – my part is small, I provided the words, but the filming and sound etc was my friends’ great work.  Please watch this.

 

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