A Special Kind of Actor
The craggy face of Rutger Hauer glared back at me from the battered VHS case. ‘Don’t let your mum find it. I want it back when you’re done.’ ‘She’ll find it. She finds everything.’ ‘Hide it under your bed.’ ‘First place she looks.’ ‘Dammit. She’ll kill me too if she finds it. She’ll know I…
Day at the Zoo
An experiment in combining poetry, music and film: three things by which I have been besotted since I first experienced them. I’m no film-maker, but editing these public domain clips into something that vaguely makes sense was really satisfying, somehow. I’m used to working with words and music, mostly, but working with the visual felt amazing. All…
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