Shivering excogitation
Wednesday, March 4th, 2009I haven’t been slacking, honest. This is a rough cut of one of two short films I’m making for Apples and Snakes.
Even though it looks quite simple this took ages to set up and it was FREEZING! In the words of Elvis McGonagall “I’ve suffered for my poetry, now its your turn”
tagged under: alchemy in nowhere town.Byron Vincent.film.poem- best deals on iphone 4s : Really interesting article and I had thought of this before ...
- pitiskonalse : Now seemed shaky as doris lifted her life. ...
- Doria Ursiak : I used to be very pleased to seek out this internet-site.I wished to t ...
- Building Maintenance South London : Craftwork-Interiors is London based interior design company offers off ...
- earthing mats : ...
-
A Pint For The Ghost
A Place For Words
Aoife Mannix
Baroque in Hackney
Bernadine Evaristo
Book Trust: Writer in residence blog
bookfutures
Brrnrrd
Deconstructive Wasteland
Drew Gummerson
Gareth Durasow
Gists and Piths
Indexed
Karen McCarthy
Lemn Sissay
Likestarlings
Luke Wright
Mark Doty
Metrophobia
Michael Rosen
Molly Naylor
Niall O’Sullivan
Open Notebooks
Poetry Mosaic
Rose Cook
Secret Agent Artist
spacetmlab
Stella Duffy
The Crawshaw Blog
The Poet Laura-Eate
The Postmistress’s Blog
this is yogic
Tim Clare
Yemisi Blake
Zena Edwards
Listen
The Poetry ArchivePoetry in the Press
Producers
Adverse CamberApples & Snakes
Penned In The Margins
Promoters
Aldeburgh Poetry FestivalApples & Snakes
Behind The Mic
Book Slam
Cheltenham Poetry Festival
Hay Festival
Ledbury Poetry Festival
Litfest
Manchester Literature Festival
OneTaste
Penned In The Margins
Phrased & Confused
Writing on the Wall
Publishers
Bloodaxe BooksFlipped Eye Publishing
Inpress Books UK
Penned In The Margins
Salt Publishing
Tall Lighthouse
Resources
Article 19Arvon
BBC Poetry Season
Booktrust
British Council
English PEN
Index on Censorship
International Pen
Literature Training
Litfest
Metaroar
New Writing North
New Writing Partnership
New Writing South
Poetry Can
Poetry London
Poetry School
Poetry Translation Centre
The Book Cover Archive
The Literacy Consultancy
The Literature Network
The Poetry Archive
The Poetry Library
The Poetry Society
The Reading Agency
Website for Writers
Write for Your Life
Write Out Loud
Writing on the Wall
What's On?
MetaroarPoetry London
Write Out Loud









10 Comments
subscribe comments feedMia
March 4th, 2009
Now that, good sir, was really rather brilliant!!! I enjoyed your cadences very much, and shall be paying closer attention to your work in future…
Reply
Byron Vincent Reply:
March 4th, 2009 at 11:02 pm
@Mia,
Well thank you very much; my cadences gratefully appreciate your appraisal.
Reply
Jen Roberts
March 4th, 2009
Great stuff!
Reply
Byron Vincent Reply:
March 4th, 2009 at 11:03 pm
@Jen Roberts,
Cheers Jen, hopefully the final edit will be even better!
Reply
annamaria
March 6th, 2009
dear Byron,
am jealous of the line”Stomach slurry” ..sums up a friday night in penzance..excellent stuff, though now need cheering up!..the fly tippers log book.started to get fascinated by the stuff you where amongst and the words over it
annamaria
Reply
Byron Vincent Reply:
March 8th, 2009 at 8:11 pm
@annamaria,
Yeah, fortunately fly tippers had dressed our set for us, saving us thousands in production costs.
I really don’t know what’s going on with all the mawkish stuff, I used to at least try be funny and whimsical. If the next thing I write doesn’t at raise give me a smirk perhaps I should seek medical advice.
Cheers
Reply
Byron Vincent Reply:
March 8th, 2009 at 8:13 pm
@annamaria,
Yeah, fortunately fly tippers had dressed our set for us, saving us thousands in production costs.
I really don’t know what’s going on with all the mawkish stuff, I used to at least try be funny and whimsical. If the next thing I write doesn’t at least give me a smirk perhaps I should seek medical advice.
Reply
Katherine Stanton
March 7th, 2009
Very sobering … Captures the sleaziness of urban boozing with all its ickiness, aggressiveness, etc, rather brilliantly. The wind contributes nicely to the effect, as does the slurred delivery (a touch of the Paul Calf …? I mean that as a compliment!) and whatever that whirring in the background was that sounds like distant aircraft. Great work.
Reply
Byron Vincent Reply:
March 8th, 2009 at 8:24 pm
@Katherine Stanton,
Thanks Katherine, I think we were lucky with the environmental soundscape, those extraneous noises definitely add something.
I think I might be a bit effete to make a convincing Paul Calf. I lack the obligatory Stella strainer mustache. I reckon I’d make a better Pauline, I’ve drank Lambrini and seen Roadhouse staring Patrick Swayze more than once, if anything I’m over qualified.
Thanks for taking the time to do this.
Cheers
Byron
Reply
Charlie
March 7th, 2009
Byron, bloody brilliant! I was thinking that maybe you were in a post apocalyptic allotment (like Jay’s), that needed a bit of TLC:) So many good lines I don’t know where to begin on my favourites – but the ‘Jan Hammered’/cattle market – culture abattoir/that bottles drinking him/and in cider training to name but a few. Love the end line too, and have just forwarded the link to several non poetic mates. I’m curious if you write to a particular rhyme/syllable pattern or structure consciously or does it just pour out so precisely by chance like the flat coke at that reggae pub?!x
Reply
Leave a Reply