Shakespeare 400 years updates
After gig at Arcola Theatre on January 30, Bards Without Borders appeared at the Poetry Cafe on Monday February 1 ...then at the Senate House - Thursday 10th March 2016. In between some of the BWB performed at the Refugee Awareness moments - all in February. And the women International evening in Gants Hill organised by Exile Writers Ink through Shamim Azad.
I am a writer and musician. Since 2007 this blog tries commenting on the unknown world, art, music and images. Contact me via email: gmacha52ATgmailDOTcom. For music engagements or workshops visit: freddymachaDOTcom
Showing posts with label Pablo Neruda. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Pablo Neruda. Show all posts
Friday, 18 March 2016
Friday, 17 August 2012
My Recent Poem
I WAS TALKING TO A SNAIL...
I
was talking to a snail
Yes
you may smile!
I
saw a snail walking ( or should I say ) gliding
Near
the rail
Not
far from the major road
I
felt sad
I
said
Look
dear fellow (assuming it was my sorrow)
Not
concerned snail kept strolling and sliding
Monday, 13 August 2007
TEARS FOR DARFUR...
London, Thursday, 21st, June 2007.
The hall is quiet.
The only sound is music. Music is food. Except?
Apart from the ongoing music we are being confronted with gloomy slides. Wailing women. Dead children. Dead camels and cows. Burnt houses. Withered men. Displacement. Corpses. Non-fictitious horror.
The morbid and inhuman face of Darfur.
You can hear him playing different instruments, saying nothing; the photographs speak loud and clear. This is the work of Ahmed Rahman a gifted musician from Sudan. See him in action, above, photo taken by Anne Marie Biscombe.Rahman was part of a whole array of writers and artists invited to perform at the Human Rights Centre in East London on this special Thursday in June put together by Jennifer Langer of Exiled Writers Ink! An organisation of refugee and immigrant writers. Her own family was expunged by the Nazis during the Second World War.
The hall is quiet.
The only sound is music. Music is food. Except?
Apart from the ongoing music we are being confronted with gloomy slides. Wailing women. Dead children. Dead camels and cows. Burnt houses. Withered men. Displacement. Corpses. Non-fictitious horror.
The morbid and inhuman face of Darfur.

You can hear him playing different instruments, saying nothing; the photographs speak loud and clear. This is the work of Ahmed Rahman a gifted musician from Sudan. See him in action, above, photo taken by Anne Marie Biscombe.Rahman was part of a whole array of writers and artists invited to perform at the Human Rights Centre in East London on this special Thursday in June put together by Jennifer Langer of Exiled Writers Ink! An organisation of refugee and immigrant writers. Her own family was expunged by the Nazis during the Second World War.
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