Sunday, 24 August 2008

Tinsley Cooling Towers


Tinsley Cooling Towers 2
Originally uploaded by John R Kerr

I'm very sad to see in the news that these towers which stood right next to the M1 motorway at Sheffield have been demolished, they had a simple artistic beauty, and gave off a sense of hopefulness as you we're driving past, like a kind of modern stonehenge but based on the futurist manifesto.

Wir fahr'n fahr'n fahr'n auf der Autobahn
Vor uns liegt ein weites Tal
Die Sonne scheint mit Glitzerstrahl
Die Fahrbahn ist ein graues Band
Weisse Streifen, gruener Rand
Jetzt schalten wir das Radio an
Aus dem Lautsprecher klingt es dann:
Wir fahr'n auf der Autobahn...

Saturday, 23 August 2008

Things that go through my head whilst running

yes your sometimes humble poet has taken up getting fitter, part mid-life crisis, part need to do something more with the body, the theory goes that being in good physical health, provides a basis for mind and soul, very greek thinking. Whilst I'm under no illusions of the current olympian influence, it feels might good to watch my body change shape and feel a bit more muscular. i notice how much the mind is involved, all my resistance is in my mind, years of it, and there is an analog in my approach to writing, i can only write so much, or at certain times of day and other BS.

Whilst away, I'm having a morning run around Russell Square, eight laps.. anyone know how far that is.. right round the outside path? such random thoughts, and the constant task of keeping my enegy flowing from my Glutes and lower stomach, rather than my hamstrings and back, as is my habit.

some thoughts whilst running:
Three, Three, Three, or the number of which lap I'm on.

my yoga mantra

Powerhouse, glutes, use the powerhouse

I wish I were running with Katie
(my running and training partner back home)

It's no use putting on a track suit and walking round
(to an couple who have all the gear on,
but aren't doing anything but having a chatty stroll for 30 mins)

Why don't good moral people, so called christian types
and the like who are railing against gary glitter pray for him...
pray for all sex offenders..is hate more important than change?
jacqui smith needs to do right by the law and stop being a red top chaser... the measure of a country is how we treat those we dislike or are our prisoners

Sunbathing pigeons

Someone is smoking a spliff at 8 am

bacon and egg

will i have time to write my 1000 words before stephen calls round.

Glutes, relax the shoulders

each step is taking life back

I hope all this results in me feeling sexy.

must by a new white shirt while I'm in town.


So there you have the content of my my mind this morning, i've left out bits about what I'm writing about, am working on a poem and a story.. but what is in them can't be spoken of here, they're not baked yet...

nanu nanu
John

Friday, 22 August 2008

Take a look at these hands


Take a look at these hands
Originally uploaded by John Siddique

all these hands making secret signs in the tate

Betterton St. Laundry


Betterton St. Laundry
Originally uploaded by John Siddique

I took this pic just across the road from the poerty society, I went to get soup in their cafe for lunch and drop off some of my Blackpool Poet Cards, but the place was full, nowhere to sit, so I left the cards and ate salad at the Photograher's Gallery instead.

I've always loved Laundrettes ever since I used to live in the tall flats in Rochdale and used to have to sit with a book at the laundrette to do my washing. one day they will make a comeback as the electricity and oil failing pushes us towards communal essental activities again, we will sit in these rooms with turning machines watching our washing under flourescent light

Thursday, 21 August 2008

Big Ben Holga 2


Big Ben Holga 2
Originally uploaded by John Siddique

The City is a battery, and I'm recharging.. looking at the poets in the National Portrait Gallery, sticking Holga filters on my digital camera, taking tango classes, drinking black coffee and keeping some kind of record. these are the days my friends..