Grant’s unfinished poem 101010 01

Shows a close up of a 'still life' painting by Grant of a series of geometric wood shapes first used in a Birmingham architect's drawing office in 1930's

Following the announcement that the Shell Museum of Decay & Decomposition may make a come back, I started a poem where words were represented by the number one and deeds by the figure zero.

This poem, now unfinished, translates into English as :

Once in time
We each stood there
Aside the waters
Breathing air.
But fate moved on
And to survive
We each now dream
To stay alive.

For in the tempts
And tortures past
A thread was sewn
That did not last;
Now slipped from grasp
All’s out-of-hand
In shifting waves
Thjrough timeless sand.

Mere dust to some
That rusts create –
The rhythm of a rhyme,
Strong evidence
That others feel
Of finity, of time.

( Grant June 2021)

Stories Live and in the Making

After five years of performing stories and poems at the HoBB Gardens with guests and volunteers, and at public readings and slams, I’ve started to record a few. Here’s a link to my first – Bellarach.

Vids next, although I don’t know much about editing so things will get uploaded unedited, raw / first take.  Don’t just take my word for it, go and look at our first animation film shot at the HoBB for the World of Water charity whilst making pizza in the dark.

I like to collaborate on all my projects and Little People Books launched with the help of fellow artists Peter Scott  and Mitch Mitchell.

When in Bishop’s Castle, Shropshire, UK,  let’s meet at the first Poetry Pharmacy in the World

Here’s some screen shots of our first Little People Books web site which is now archived. I put it here to remind me to podcast, podcast, podcast.