The poem maker builds a world in her headAnd in that world we dreamThe change maker builds a world in her headAnd in that world we live The poem maker lives in the change makers worldBut the change maker dreams in the poem makers world The poem maker builds a world in her headAnd in…
On Saturday 26th March, Bards are invited to the Tate Modern to participate in a Professional Development conference run by Southwark Arts Forum, helping arists to find new and innovative ways to get things done in today’s climate. All info is here. You will also need to sign up on that page too if you’d…
A pot of Black Death;The Marmite is checked for bombsIn security. The lime green seatingIn the overpriced cafeResists aesthetics But here come locals!Man: in red feather boaWoman: in gold horns. Welcome to IsraelWhere the door to HolinessSwings on its hinges. Sarah de Nordwall March 1st 2010
From the Hakotel*To the wall of separation**Is a distance of about 1 mile. At the Western WallThe Divine Presence never departsAnd Adam himself was created. Here, 9 metres of concreteStagger for 165 KilometresAnd the pain of powerless anguishStops the heart of humanity. There is writing on the wall,This time not emerging from an angel’s handInterpreted…
You come from Vietnam,And you painted my toesWith indefatigable devotion. You didn’t even take a lunch break.I think you’re used to back breaking workAnd you were willing to sacrifice your restFor my relaxation.But you made me think, As I flicked through my copy of George MonbiotAnd assessed the points he made on the urgent need…
There is a moment When we let go of the balloonsThose small and tugging desiresThat we hope will lift us off the groundAnd away from the earthBut are not quite Up to the job. But one dayThe sky so blueWe want to see them colouring the heavensReflecting the Spring sun in the glistening airAnd away…
Jesus, you are so freeFreer than the whole universeFreer than the multiverseThrough which you stroll before morning coffeeAnd in that part of the universeThat births 32 suns a secondYou stretch and yawn and say “Nice work!..I knew you’d like that” and we both smile. Jesus, you are so freeThat you can choose to be boundWithout…
Hammad, who composed the music on my CD and follows events at the Bard School from Slough and Pakistan, and whose name means “One who sings for God”, stayed up all night after hearing the news of Shahbaz’s brutal killing, to compose this lament for him. You won’t need to understand urdu to be moved…
You cannot utter something, Speak or draw it,Unless somewhere in your being You have given your consent;Allowed this now experience to enterAnd come up through the doorway of your soulInto the world of light. But do not get me wrongI don’t say that your conscious mind must know itBut somewhere in the musical menagerie of…
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