Today I'm hoping to have a couple of things for you.
Firstly there's a new poem, inspired by the Ballet Boyz. Several of you will have heard of my minor obsession with these very talented young men, but I wonder how many of you have actually looked at their website or have seen examples of their work.
For example, some of the boyz have made a short film for Channel 4 Random Acts, and it's the performance which inspired today'z (Sorry, today's) poem...
On ‘The Estate’, a dance of modern life
Feral boyz
Hawk the highrise concrete hood
Stalk the swings.
Smoke
Wait
Watch
Hooded eyes linger
Bleak
On the slowing crawl
Alone now
Anguished reach
It stops
Stills
Stares
Feral boyz focus
Free run to see
Curious
Dispassioned
Feet slink
Slide the brink
Staircase down
The boldest two
Advance in
Fear and stealth
To be first
To plunder
To rend. One leaps
Lands on the corpse.
Above, the elderly, with shopping bags
Mutter about pigeons
Fail to see the scavengers.
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