Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
Cast: Tom Burke, Santiago Cabrera, Howard Charles, Alexandra Dowling, Ryan Gage, Tamla Kari, Matthew McNulty, Luke Pasqualino, Hugo Speer, Maimie McCoy, Robert Glenister, Alvaro Ramos, Matt Stokoe, Andre Flynn, Tim McCall, Thalissa Teixeira, Leah Haile, Tom Morely.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7.5/10
Neither in nor out, stuck on the sidelines but called upon because you might add something unexpected, never belonging to a group but also on the fringes of acceptances, to be on the periphery is to feel both isolated, alone but also feel the smallest bit of hope that, like all human beings, that you will come out of the shadows.
If you only whisper one word today,
let it breathe in the wind,
let it ferment in the mind
of fools and the dangerously absurd,
let it be heard and rejoiced
in silent thoughtful prayer
and let it be remembered
as it echoes across time,
across our lives,
let that word be the last thing
on our minds
from the moment we whisper
it with childlike hope in the
glare of a new born sun
and the roar of a daughter’s gift,
let the bells ring with joy
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Cast: Chris Pine, Zachary Quinto, Karl Urban, Zoe Saldana, Simon Pegg, John Cho, Anton Yelchin, Idris Elba, Sofia Boutella, Joe Taslim, Lydia Wilson, Deep Roy, Melissa Roxburgh, Anita Brown, Shohreh Aghdashloo, Greg Grunberg.
As the 50th anniversary of Star Trek looms closer on the horizon, it is fitting that the latest instalment of the rebooted storyline harks back to a day when the heroes of the piece were fighting not only an unknown enemy but also their own conscious and aspirations.
She was so special,
no woman on Earth has ever compared
to the serenity in autumn, winter
or in the spring, as ice flows fall,
smash into the water beneath
and sail, bobbing, stealthy jogging onwards,
partially melting as I hope
they were able to and in the end
finding open sea water to repeat the thousand year cycle,
of wear and tear and heartbreaking beauty
that flutters by in the whisper
of conversation by the floral clock
and finger licked clean Wendy Burger
when you have not looked at anything
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It is always a bonus in life when you come across an artist who is more than willing and able to embrace the Progressive genre with ease and the dedication necessary to make it work, make it sing as if a group of angels had formed together to create a band after hearing the luminaries of the day give pleasure to millions.
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It takes courage to get up on stage and bare your soul at the best of times. It takes the will to be seen as different, to know how to be taken for something novel and distinctive that makes people want to come and watch you perform; everybody has a talent in this world, it is to understand the way in which it is sold that will mark you out as fresh and interesting to watch.
Rest in Peace,
dear old V.H.S video recorder,
your life was one given
in service of those to whom
staying in was an anathema
and the pause button,
for whatever their reason,
be it grainy, dirty or just
frequently needing the loo
during a good film
or quickly taped soap opera
as the promise
of a night out at the pub with no
strings attached became a modern
necessity.
Farewell and thank you
for being able to tape Doctor Who
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
History is such that it not only repeats itself, it has a beautiful and recurring habit of repeating itself till it becomes a cause for celebration and rememberance. History is never dead, unlike many subjects one may be taught at school, history is full of possibilities, the what if scenario much beloved of the anarchic thoughtful student, the plotting of random, separate events to a juncture where they meet, explode and ricochet into a thousand strands; history breathes, history lives and is the mother of all our futures. No matter what you cannot find yourself truly Alone With History.
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The Pendulum is never still, it keeps going back and forth like a violin bow on heated strings or as steady as a pulse at rest, always ticking, always marking off time and nibbling away at the seconds between experiences, it only takes the randomness of it actually being progressively slowed and forcibly stopped for it to be missed and the pulse to be eulogised over. It is in the cheerful domain of that eulogy into which Gillian Frame pauses and then lets rip in a flurry of excitement, poise and grace; like a Pendulum she is ever present in the thoughts and listened to with ease.