The St. Malo air was crisp on the July morning
that I heard down the crackling line
of the only phone
box in the towering vicinity
that my
Grand Mother had
suffered
a heart attack.
I had been walking for weeks, the chance to stop
for a while and take stock,
take the map out of the bag
and contemplate my next move, one that
unlike my time in America,
I was determined
was not going to end in a premature way
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
The pulse of a thousand suns beating in harmony throughout the Universe is a sound denied to Humanity and the deaf ear we place to the reason of existence we ignore for the vast majority of the time. It is a sound that if captured would serve us well to understand that we are not alone but that we are also quite insignificant when it comes to knowing our place in the great cosmic storm.
Liverpool and the outlaying areas of Merseyside have, like its music, more than its fair share of top quality comedy writers. They range in national stature from the likes of Morecombe and Wise’s third man Eddie Braben and the creator of Bread, Butterflies and The Liver Birds, the sensational Carla Lane to the local and the as of yet undiscovered by the rest of the country but who make the evenings at the theatre a pleasure to be at.
The long July Sunday afternoon has stretched open with the sense of the familiar, the dog days of August are beginning to bark and whine with canine excitement in the distance and the taste of the future prosperity of the city has become visible as Fredrick’s on Hope Street opens up its doors and the pavement area of Hope Street becomes the playground for the weary and the traffic dodgers.
On the subject of ageing,
I fear it’s not for me,
I just like wallowing in memories far too much
to have them snatched or slowly corroded, decayed
or fading into the golden sun-sleight of
half forgotten anecdotes and blistered self-denial
to not remember you, your brushed long hair, and trembling
smooth skin as you leant in for a second kiss,
to ever allow old-age the promise
of victory in wondering
who the women is when I look at a
sepia toned photograph, torn through the middle
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating * * * *
The war is over, the enemy vanquished and a new optimism fills the hearts of the populace of Fabletown. Yet something dark lurks in the shadows, something let loose as the Great Adversary wrestles with his freedom within the confines of his new home in New York City. It is a power that sees Bill Willingham’s collection of tales of heroism and valour return with a bang, and the world of the Fables is once more thrown into jeopardy.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 7/10
Cast: Chris Pybus, Eirek Bar, Giulia Rampons, Andrew Wall.
From out of the mist and the warm steam of the train that arrived in Liverpool in 1912 came a shudder, the feeling of a disease walking with the casual air of authority and frightened clash of Time as the supposed six months of Adolf Hitler’s time in Liverpool before World War One bore fruit a hundred years on.
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 8.5/10
The once seasoned traveller had no choice but to listen to the sounds that were coming from all around them in which to remember certain events and their feelings and reactions to them if they wanted to put them into the context of a piece of art in which to highlight the gift that nature and humanity provides in serious abundance.
For good or bad its possible now to add your own soundtrack to life, whether on the go about town or making the most of the once in a life time opportunity to see the world for its own dynamic wonder, the ears are attuned to something else rather than the sound from the exterior and artistically it somehow makes life less interesting.
Sat in a fashionable coffee house in the centre of town,
a pot of flavour filled tea lost in the melee
of noise
of the spitting furnace of the gargling dragon
as it pumps out saliva, frothy and burning hot
coming from one end of the pure white interior
where men and women all decked out
in Dulux shades of the same duck breed egg
and their eyes down, screen driven pupils
whilst their tongues never meet the gaze
of the green eyes, dark shades, expectant calls of mercy me,
Liverpool Sound and Vision Rating 9/10
It always seems like an entertaining idea when a crossover in the world of graphic novels presents itself before the reader. Even within the pages of a company such as D.C. where the appearance of Batman and Superman outside of a Justice League story can titillate and tantalise even the most rabid of fans, such a crossover can mean growth, further development and more intriguing aspects that may have gone undeveloped for years. It can in some cases allow the undisguised stink of a money making exercise, the chance to breathe life into a fading, unlikeable character by teaming them up with a big monster of a comic book gem, either way, the fan will have an opinion on it.