Wednesday, 16 June 2021

The Angel of Coventry

 

Maybe the spirit of a place isn't necessarily defined or limited by the ideas of human people who inhabit it. Maybe my home city has a deeper identity than it's known history?

Monday, 17 May 2021

Enormous Gravity




A poem partly inspired by this article:

Black-hole Computing

Might nature’s bottomless pits actually be ultra-efficient quantum computers? That could explain why data never dies.

Words & images by Barry; 
Music by Graham Phillips https://grahamphillipssound.blogspot.com
Saxophone: Gilles Ben Istri.

Tuesday, 27 April 2021

We Dare not Confront the Mystery that We Are



Another poem, this time whispered. This is about how many complex systems, of which we are for the most part unaware, are responsible for what we call our consciousness, which is rather limited in its bandwidth. 

Thursday, 8 April 2021

Mass Material


This new poem, Mass Material is about how mad we are, in various ways. I play bodhran, metal microscope case & Heat Synth. If you enjoy it let me know!

Wednesday, 17 March 2021

All Gone Up



Another poem set to music; quite a recent one this. I'm playing a bamboo flute & a synthesiser app called Heat Synth. The painting is by Caspar David Friedrich, one of my favourite landscape painters.

If you visit my Youtube channel via this post you will also find that I have recently posted an archive recording of my guest poet slot at Fire & Dust Poetry in Coventry in October 2016. It's 18 minutes long & features seven poems as well as  music on bagpipes, xaphoon & low whistle.

Friday, 12 March 2021

The Love Songs of Stones


This poem is an edited version of a previous piece, Time's Grandma which you can find if you dig deeply into this blog. I edited & remixed it as part of my project to post a piece on Youtube every week & added the music. Look at the photo & you may glimpse the other-than-human beauty of My Lady of the Gorge.

Thursday, 4 March 2021

Words Come Out

Here I read my poem Words Come Out; the backing track contains recordings of a beaten old guitar-zither & a rather tuneful casserole pot from the Wildways kitchen.

I suppose I could have used a picture, quite literally, of words coming out of my mouth; I have plenty of them; but instead I chose this rather wonderful painting by Francisco Goya called Entierro de la Sardina: The Burial of the Sardine.


Wednesday, 10 February 2021

The Voice of the Land



This is a short song which was spontaneously recorded on my phone, I don't know when. It seems pertinent to our times. The song thrush has been singing behind our house recently; what a delight!

The animation was made using images from my Instagram, @4mandalous using The Gimp, Fffmpeg & Flowblade Movie Editor.