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Tuesday, July 02, 2013

what me Mam taught me.
(odeio bala de boyyacha taca halls)

I dont know how my image for this week's Sepia Saturday. fits the Theme.......It's a group of people.They share a common purpose (unknown).It's not not prescriptive,you can imagine your own narrative around it.I find it hopeful in a strange sense.I also cant help thinking it compliments Mike Garry's words ......................
I dont know anything about the image itself, other than it was taken in 1967.In South Parade Halifax.
When his Mum died two months ago, Michael Garry's family asked him to write this poem for her funeral .He also read it on stage at The Hebden Bridge Picture House on Sunday 30th June.(which i recorded for you here). Michael is from Fallowfield in Manchester.

{In The Interest of Balance, here is some beautiful writing to celebrate a Father.}
For some reason (?) on some browsers,this don't play to above audio automatically...if you don't hear it ;here is a direct link for it. you may find Michael's facebook here I have started loading images of the night here although one long video is a pig to download/takes ages...& is not on yet.I also have quite a bit of audio (example above) tho I havnt got around to doing anything with it yet. thanks again to Bob Piper for  your help.I will wrap up an audio cd for you at the end of this week. .John Cooper Clarke was as funny as fuck! A grand night.
+I'm am checking out the http://godisamanc.wordpress.com blog today........
 
CITY FOLK - Mike Garry from CITY FOLK 
 

A video I took of John Cooper Clarke in Hebden Bridge last Sunday night
My Beautiful Friend Regina Barja Fidalgo in Brazil showed this image.......
 She was explaining it to me this week.I asked for a translation.........she said.... 
"ye tonynho, BULLET in Portuguese can mean bullet or candy, hall is a breath mint, eucalyptus, so they prefer halls mentolyptos xxxxxxxx"
(When I say Friend.I mean friend).As with several other people on the internet .........i have been talking to her for nearly ten years, on various platforms.The irony of the internet is that although its quick to find people:but equally quick to "lose" them.In some respects,it's harder to keep in touch this way.But we have!
 

17 comments:

Brian Miller said...

ha. i like...i think i have heard him perform before, maybe not...his voice is familiar to a CD i got of international performance poets...what a way to celebrate her life eh?

Kurt said...

If only I could understand a single word!

tony said...

Yo no lo hace usted Señor Kurt entender?????

Wendy said...

I like the poem - both funny and sweet and full of love and admiration for a good mother.

Hazel Ceej said...

Enjoyed the audio. What a sweet tribute for a Mom.

Helen Bauch McHargue said...

I couldn't understand a word either but appreciate the fine tone and emotional reading.

Kristin said...

I did like both poems. Wondering about that sign the little boys are holding though.

Mike Brubaker said...

Listening to poetry in the author's own voice is a special kind of performance art. It was an interesting contrast to hear it first, like on radio, and then watch it on video. Makes the brain work differently. Your opening photo is an arresting image.

Oregon Gifts of Comfort and Joy said...

These are so neat, though I had a hard time figuring out what the first guy was saying too.

The story of the poster and your friend being there to translate it is sweet.

Kathy M.

Postcardy said...

I like the photo of the kids. It is haunting and thought provoking.

Little Nell said...

Wonderful. It could have been so solemn, but to bring humour to this tribute to his mother, is more meaningful.

Brett Payne said...

I do like that first photograph!

Karen S. said...

He really, really loved his mother! His voice does sound familiar, thanks for sharing such an awesome poem.

Alan Burnett said...

The South Parade image is stunning. Photography as art in its highest form.

Bob Scotney said...

I've not come across Michael Garry before but I would love to get the chance to see and hear him perform. Great poem for his mam.

Tattered and Lost said...

That memory of a father at Stalled at 12 is quite remarkable. Thanks for providing the link which I have now passed along to others.

Jill M Hodgson said...

Wow..... John Cooper Clarke looks exactly the same as he always did! But then he never was very steady on his feet. I remember seeing him in Leeds with the beautiful but doomed Nico around '83.