May Poetry: Emerald green Eyes

Ecstatic,
an emerald green,
shone so bright,
but your vision remained 
unimpaired.

	A soft white
noise
	echoed in the dark
so unheard
	that 
desperate for some recognition,
decided to do the most 
monstrous things.

A creature
still and breathing
eyes fixed 
on a spot behind 
so looking through you,
it ignored all the 
pain and
	red flesh
that bridged the gap
between it and its target.
	
A smile crawled up onto your face
unworried by the danger ahead.
Too many scars had 
	left you numb
to the lifeless eyes 
that had looked through you all your life.

Koyaanisqatsi : Life Out of Balance

I really didn’t know what to expect when I queued Francis Ford Coppola’s Koyaanisqatsi: Life Out of Balance last Sunday evening. About ten minutes in I thought, “guess we’re in for a 2001: A Space Odyssey type of intro”, but I couldn’t have been more wrong. Thirty minutes later and the held, visual shots that coincided with the music kept going. At that point, I assumed this was it in terms of its narrative. I was right. Whilst at first I was a bit annoyed, wanting to watch a film with more let alone any dialogue, seemed like a small ask. Especially when I was trying to eat my Sunday Lunch leftovers (the roast potatoes were great thanks for asking). At around the thirty-five-minute mark I was left at a crossroads. Do I turn this off and opt for something less involved? I only spent a pound on the two DVD collection from the charity shop so all-in-all it wasn’t too much of a loss. However, Francis Ford Coppola was a household name and any future conversation involving him could have been jeopardised by the fact that I gave up on one of his films less than halfway through. Weighing my options, I decided to persist. In hindsight I made the right decision. Whilst the film can come across as pretentious, this will only occur if you do not surrender yourself to it. I went in extremely blind having briefly read the blurb on the back of the case when I first purchased it but had since forgotten the premise. I truly did not know what to expect. The first of the collection was called “Life Out of Balance”. A fitting title.

I recently finished Yvonne Chouinard’s Let My People Go Surfing which I quite enjoyed in a shockingly, interesting way. I feel like the film could go hand-in-hand with this book. I can imagine the author and owner of Patagonia reading excerpts of his book along to this film and it would work marvellously. I feel like the film began to influence me once I decided to surrender myself to it as a work of art, which this film is undoubtably so. To call this anything other than art would not do it justice.

Once the human built and City scape elements of the film came in, that is when I started to become transfixed with what I was watching. The city shots reminded me of the ones used in the original Bladerunner (1969). Thanks to Corridor Digital’s great behind the scenes look into the film making process, I was aware that those shots were achieved using miniatures and model-sized lights blinking away. This made me think of the way cities are designed and inspired more so by circuitry rather than nature. You could easily have mistaken several held shots of a city for a motherboard. One moment I loved was of a glass windowed building from ground level that reflected the blue sky above. At first I thought, “what a great image”. Yet it was only seconds later that I realised that it is not the building that is beautiful, but the sky itself. Buildings will never achieve the ability to mesmerise like nature does, the best it can do is mimic the natural beauty surrounding it.

The last few months I also have understood how much processed foods we as people consume. After recently having the chance to experience being close to nature, eating organic food and soaking in the power of the sun, I appreciate this film’s message a lot more. The numerous shots of factory-made goods were just another reminder of how detached we are from the food chain process. This film came out in the 80s which was a decade that saw leaps and bounds in the consumption of electronic items. It was also the decade in which we started to become aware of the effect humans were having on the planet. The News was covered with the idea of having a hole in the Ozone Layer, caused greatly by chemicals used in beauty products at the time.

My favourite shot in the entire film was right of the end. I had spent the last 20 minutes being almost hypnotised by the sped-up shots and score. I was yanked out of this trance when I thought I was watching Interstellar, an absolute favourite of mine. I have no doubt that Nolan has watched this and taken huge inspiration from this portion. In fact, Koyaanisqatsi itself deals with a deteriorating world that is implied if we do not change our course. The last minute or so, we see the remains of an exploded Space Rocket spin violently back to Earth. In this instance it is slowed down so we can see it spinning, flames lashing out of it. Similar to the floating plastic bag scene from American Beauty, it was arresting. I watched the flames roar and then tame themselves, switching between the two every few seconds. “Was this a looped shot” I began to wonder, almost forgetting that this object was hurtling towards earth. I was so entrapped. This last image was one that really summed up the films message. Whilst alluring, this fiery mess was racing towards its destruction.

I look forward to seeing the second film, Powaqqatsi: Life in Transformation. If there is anything that could convince me that we are living in a simulation it is this, so let’s hope the next one has a slightly more positive outlook!

May Poetry: A touch of Sea Water

She dived into the water 
not knowing what lay below,
but the fun was in not knowing; 
the unexpected.
So much of her life had
been planned.
Meticulous.
That’s how she would 
describe her childhood,
which was sad.
She chased chaos,
almost threw herself 
at it.
She knew why,
which made the act 
less	crazy.
Or so she had convinced herself.
Emerged in the deep blue
she was safe again,
something she had unfortunately
had to learn on her own.
Her parents were never absent,
yet at the same time
they weren’t exactly present.
Floating there
her eyes shut
waiting for some form
of contact.
A nibble from a fish
Or the brushing past of a shark.
Maybe the Sea wasn’t the right place 
to look for embrace.

A Weekend in Bristol

All images taken on the Sony Ericsson Cybershot (2007)

It had been over two years since I had stepped back in Bristol so a return was long overdue. Meeting friends from Uni like nothing had changed. The Pizza at Pizzarova was still incredible, the nights out on Park Street were still questionable and the bus services still ran like clockwork. Deciding to go last minute, I arrived at Temple Meads quite late. The FA cup final was on so Pubs were full to the Brim with lads holding a pint by their stomach. I had forgotten the frequency of Hareem pants dashing about the place and the presence of the West Country accent that had previously faded into the background. I picked up a bottle of wine for the evening which turned out to be suprisingly good. Having forgotten about the extortionate entry fees at Lola Lo’s, an establishment I no longer frequent, given the choice is up to me but alas we eneded up at club that was playing regaetton music. Later on that night we found ourselves in The Woods. Now I don’t mean an area with a dense population of trees, yet a pub on a side street full of the strange lurkers of the night. However you could hardly be suprised given the fact that it was past 4:30am and all the civilised people were tucked up in bed by this point. I sat there on a bar stool drinking a glass of water listening to the DJ blast out Drum and Bass father at 5am … “I should be asleep” is all I thought, taking another sip of tepid tap water. We eventually got back at 7am where I hit the sofa and immidiately focused on getting some low-quality alcohol fuelled sleep.

A great time in Bristol which made it seem like I had never left. Next time perhaps a sit down by Harbourside with some apple juice might do the trick instead.

May Poetry: what does love sound like?

What does love sound like?
He asked
Recalling a series of smiles 
and intense
eye contact
that would often 
beckon back and 
	forth 
		between
	the two.
They’d sit there for hours
letting the shadow move across 
the raggedy carpet 
that clearly needing changing 
but was clinging on for dear life.
So often love didn’t 
Sound like anything.
Perhaps the gentle breeze 
or the distant conversations 
from passers-by
as they rested their heads on 
each others shoulders.
A comfortable silence,
One which allowed them to observe the world together 
without saying a word.
It was a chance to let their 
Mouths rest
Whilst their bodies 
constantly communicated
feelings of
that were too complicated 
to describe,
those feelings would 
hang there,
	suspended like drawings 
	in an art gallery
	conveying so much 
	   in the confined space 
	   of the frame.
As they sat there
taking in the view of the city
they were,
	for a moment or two
belonging to the beautiful 
	landscape 
	   themselves.
If only someone had
recognised the painting 
they were living out,
	things may have stayed the same.

April Poetry: The Lady And The Robin

We wonder. 
Wondered.
Into the abyss,
short sighted about the potential future 
      off behind that shrub. 
The one that the squirrel just hurried into.
Chewing that strawberry that he’d been given by that kind lady
with the polka dot skirt, 
that was long enough to establish her as a woman past her prime.
      Yet how is it that she’s the happiest she’s ever been now.
Smiling more than ever before, 
with the few years left that no longer held such a weight over 
her thoughts.
She was finally able to walk the park she used to as a child 
with the same careless attitude, 
where she could feed the local wildlife fruit that she had brought with her.
She took another out of her bag.
      A robin twisted his head sideways in order to see what
fruit she was now brandishing.
He could tell she was friendly human, 
simply by her hand,
and that she’d had a pet in her life,
probably a dog by the looks of the wear 
to her right hand.
And that she used to cry a lot.
Maybe it’s because she had just lost a loved one,
but he wasn’t 100% sure on that one.
Needless to stay
she was friendly,
even if she was hurt.
      Although the beckoning smile on her face said otherwise.
He swooped down onto her hand,
twitching his head
left, right 
up and down,
trying to get a better look how to of approach the grape.
It’d been months since he’d had a grape.
For some reason they were few and far between 
in this part of the world.
Pecking at the fruit, 
the inside flesh finally showed.
Juicy and happy
The bird tilted his head back yet again
gulping down the sweet clumps 
of grape.
      He was a pleased Robin.
      And she was pleased that he was pleased.
     ‘How I wish you could see this’,
she wondered to herself.
Yet he could,
he’s the one writing this.

April Poetry: That forgetful Memory

A water droplet
so shallow,
but deep
like a ravine,
echoes dance across a shore 
like the future daughter 
you never had.
Promises of a smile
as you look down
at that curious and 
gentle creature you built,
gone.
In an
instant.
These few words 
had ripped across time
her heart divided by a few moments of movement 
on your lips.
A dance that normally 
had her awaiting your every word 
but only causes hurt now.
A dance no longer wanted.
A dance no longer cared for.
A dance no longer needed.
A trio
all full of hugs 
felt by each other.
A strong circle of those 
you will devote the
rest of your time to.
These three would hold hands 
and return home to
the feeling of love.
A happy home that although square,
felt like a bubble.
Something encapsulating 
and protective but 
ever so vulnerable.
All it’d take is for 
something sharp for it to pop.
Some sharp words perhaps?
I know I’d rather not 
be the one to find out. 
Keep that thought,
that memory
burnt in the back 
of your mind
So every time you 
think of forgetting,
simply peer into the
ashes in the back
of your head.

Unbreakable (2000) Film Review

Unbreakable

USA 2000 102 mins col

d M. Night Shyamalan

w M. Night Shyamalan

c Eduardo Serra

Security Guard David Dunn (Bruce Willis) survives a terrible train crash only to find himself living his mundane life once again. With his marriage on the rocks and his job not providing him with any satisfaction, he finds himself truly lost. That is until comic book-obsessed Elijah Price (Samuel L Jackson), contacts him with the idea that he is in fact as unnormal as they come. Surviving a succession of major catastrophes has deemed David an anomaly, the type of person Elijah has been looking for all his life. Not willing to give up, Elijah persists in convincing David that he possesses a God-given strength, unlike the weakness that defines his frail body. With David continuously doubting himself, how can he be a hero if the villain is equally as non-existence. Before all the glitz and glamor of the Marvel Movies, this is truly a superhero movie that is grounded in the real world.

Don’t Live life Lost

Live a lost life
Is a life full of darkness
No way out
Your mind keeps you down
Stressed out
Trying to figure out
What you’re about
But how can you find out
When your vision
Is neither here nor there
Focus on a point
And walk towards it
Scratch that
Run
Sprint
With full speed
Like the steps underneath your feet are guaranteed
Like the cement of a sidewalk
Or the sound of pages in a book.
You’ll find out what these things mean
When you can see the ground beneath
Your feet.

My Crazy Trading Card Find

I recently just finishing watching Netflix’s The Last Dance for the second time. Wow. What a ride. It still had that same energy that it did first time.  One thing I had noticed this time round was the ability for Jordan to do whatever he wanted. Now when I say this, I speak of his off the pitch wants. The fast cars, the golf, the watches, and the tech, whatever he wanted he could have. This had me thinking of the value and freedom within money. So, when I recently went into the loft looking for a certain Star Wars figure for a possible future article idea, I thought why not check my trading card collection.

At the beginning of lockdown, Pokémon Cards had blown up once again thanks to people like Logan Paul pushing the trend of Live Unboxings. I also remember watching Sean Wotherspoon do a First Edition IG livestream a few weeks before. He mentioned buying it off OG Sneaker YouTuber Franalations for $35,000, which in hindsight, is good value. Logan’s stream had broken records at the time, garnering an audience of almost 300,000 people. The market had been never gone away for Pokémon, although this time the growth was tenfold.

I made sure that when I returned home after the dust of the pandemic had settled, I’d check my game card collection books for a First Edition Charizard. To no surprise, I only had the base set version that was pretty mashed up. I was always a child who looked after his toys, but I guess Pokémon cards can’t escape the wear and tear of years of trading and close inspections. I’ll be honest and say I don’t remember ever battling someone when it came to Pokémon. That was reserved for my Yu-Gi-Ho and Beyblade days.

However, those were just the cards I had already stored into different booklets back in the early 2000s. I had completely forgotten about the number of others I had stashed away in various boxes up in the loft. I opened this semi-translucent card storage box to find an array of multiple franchise cards. Match Attacks, Digimon, Bionicle’s, Pokémon, Lord of the Rings, Shoot Out… there was such a variety. I flicked through feeling a huge sense of nostalgia and nerdiness. I had missed this feeling.

As I sifted through the Match Attacks from the Premier League 06/07 Season, I didn’t believe my eyes. An NBA card in the middle of the stack appeared. It had the glistening “Upper Deck” logo in the bottom hand corner. I read the name out loud not believing what I was saying, “Kobe Bryant Guard”. My mind was racing. Not only did I have a Kobe card, but in the photo he still had hair and was wearing his number “8” Jersey.

I was rich. Well, not rich, but I had a card worth mega value. I envisaged me walking around the streets of Manchester with this thing PSA-rated around my neck. It’d be like a budget Logan Paul entrance, but an entrance none-the-less. I was so ecstatic. I quickly flicked through the rest of the pack to see if I had a Michael Jordan card in my possession. Sadly, I didn’t, but that couldn’t separate me from the big W I had just achieved. Unfortunately I only had a pack’s worth of NBA cards. I remember me and friend back in the early 2000s giving the NBA card game a try for one time (and one time only). We must have been in the Mall back when I was living in Indonesia when he convinced his mum to get us a pack each. These were 2001-2002 cards that were barely touched so I was gassed!

As soon as I came back downstairs, I got on my phone and checked eBay. It was time for the big bucks. I expected to see my card pop up with a hella number of zeros. A few cards popped up but I couldn’t see mine. I typed in ‘Kobe Bryant Guard 436’ into the search bar and there it was, one listed at $70/£53.66. I checked google for an Upper Deck dedicated website. A whole host of the same Kobe card came up. This time they were $3-$4. My heart sank.

My dream of pushing big whips and splashing cash at big venues in Vegas had all but fallen short (generic Hollywood-like dream chosen for dramatic effect). Even though it was a big flop, I was still gassed with my mini collection of NBA cards. Especially how Kobe was rocking the Adidas Crazy Kobe 1’s in the Storm Trooper colourway. The memory attached to the card was enough for me to still be on the positive side. I hadn’t felt a buzz like that for some time.

I recently stumbled across a crazy collection of trading cards in my loft/attic. Find out which NBA Upper Deck Cards I found from the 2001/2002 Season!
Adidas Kobe 1’s in the Storm Trooper Colourway

I’ll probably upload some of my favourites from the collection because some of the Holographic Digimon cards are way too cool to be kept a secret. Especially that shiny Steven Gerrard card which would no doubt have any Liverpool fan foaming at the mouth. Keep an eye-out for more trading card content.

RIP Kobe, one of the greatest people to ever walk this earth.

: thoughts on footwear and fleeting poems