Update: NOVEMBER

I have not been posting anything recently! Various commitments have got in the way of writing poetry to the standard I want to, or subjects have been too personal to post about.

However, over the past month myself and a few others wrote our third complete sketch comedy show. It has left me incredibly drained, especially in this last week, but nothing compares to performing your writing in front of some absolutely outstanding crowds.

I’ve also been working hard on building up my film/photography portfolio, which you can find here. It feels really fab to see the accumulation of everything I’ve worked on over the past few years have its own place, not only my Instagram, but on here as well. I can’t wait to have some time in the next few weeks to myself, I feel I have a lot to write about.

A VERY SMALL SELECTION OF PHOTOGRAPHY FROM MY PORTFOLIO – TAKEN ON CANON EOS 80D WITH A 50MM LENS.
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Pisa 2017: Photographs

KODACOLOUR 200 35MM COLOUR FILM ON A PENTAX P30T

During May of this year, I took a 5 day holiday with my mates to Italy. Myself and Giuseppe had visited Pisa for a day last August and had really enjoyed the laid back environment. This (and the fact that flights were relatively cheap) led us and our friend, Sad, to flying from Leeds Bradford Airport to arriving in the city late at night.

After searching for our temporary accommodation for over 40 minutes, we eventually settled down in bunk beds ready for a chilled few days. We woke and admired the view onto the square from our little balcony; people-watching behind richly pink geraniums.

It will be noted that most of the photos actually depict Florence, as we made a day trip with our €16 train tickets. I very much enjoyed revisiting the city, especially accidentally wandering into a vibrant market street when searching for the American Diner we ate in last year.

However, my favourite part of our holiday was making the 20 minute train journey to Viareggio and marching around for an agonising two hours trying to find the free beach.

We lay on the dunes for a few hours, deliberately missing our train back before meandering under arching park trees towards the station.

The soft sand and ridiculously sky blue waves were well worth the stupidly long and exhaustingly hot trail there. I can only say we’ll be quicker next time.

Stringfoot: poem

They perched with pigeons on early morning

complex concrete

Fingers at his scalp

she pulled downwards

so he could see up;

blowing smoke into paint stripper skies

He’d tugged at cigarette papers

to counterfeit teething

 

Catacomb-profiled, he faced

empty, yellow-paned trains

Conjuring jaundiced figures at every glass

The carriages’ silk charmed loving eyes

disguising suffocation for easy air

 

Pollution painted black circles under their eyes

took one finger and pulled dirt

dragged exhaustion into the crow’s feet

Thinning the skin. But

promising they would not be out for long

she bent back his neck

and gulped in July

as if it would never make her sick

 

 

EM HUMBLE

 

Swollen: poem

There’s a story of a boy

who kept frogs in his mouth

No one but him

can say who put them there

 

He let them chew on his lips

bite at his cheeks

turn over words with his tongue

for months

until he could barely speak

 

Said he never lay down with a woman

‘lest they creep out’

in the blue

eyes sometimes closed

they might crawl on her lids

She wouldn’t recognise her name

in his throat

Pleased he did not croak ‘I love you’

I love you

I love you

 

EM HUMBLE

War: Film & Photographs

TAKEN ON A CANON EOS 80D USING 35 & 50MM LENSES

I arrived Sunday evening at Giuseppe’s house, head filled with aches and hungry to the bottom of my back. Soon rectified by bowls full of pasta, pain killers and good company, I stroked grey, long-haired cat Cocoa and beautiful Bantam hens in the warmth of a late June garden. Heading to bed in the early morning, we were set for the 5:30am wake up call.

As well as playing a small part in the short film, it was my job throughout the day to record BTS footage. So I rushed downstairs to grab my camera and load it with batteries and formatted SD card and began filming every little thing occurring at 5am that morning. I super enjoyed having this job as I love documenting candid and exciting moments, especially when we’re doing something as visually interesting as a shoot. I need to work on my camera focusing ability when capturing fleeting moments, but I’m very happy with the tonality and colour of the pictures, enhanced in editing. It was a pleasure to be part of this film and have the chance to document what goes on between takes.

(Michelangelo): poem

Bodies intertwined like ivy

I told him he looked gorgeous

Bare chested and sprawled

content breathing in 5am purple skies

David in my bed;

marble and smiling

His red pen on leather complexion

a hushed and prickled skin

My hair strewn as confetti

on pillow cases:

congratulations

 

‘Right back at ya’

he said, as if spitting out gum

‘back at ya’

 

 

EM HUMBLE

What’s Occurring?: update

Having time to write quite a lot has been really lovely, it’s just a shame that most of what I’ve done recently requires time before sharing it on here. So, here are a few things I’ve been up to and thinking about instead.
Firstly, I’m performing with a show in London and Edinburgh over the next couple of months and reading at my local poetry festival, which I cannot wait for. I’ve been kind of prepping by editing and organising the new material written at uni into some sort of order. I’m super excited and really hope it’s as successful and purely enjoyable as last year.img_1110-21.jpgIn terms of film, I wrote and shot my first independent short a week ago. However, my editing software isn’t complying at all and has begun to distort various audio clips, which is really disheartening. I want it to be as fresh as possible so I’m waiting out the less inspirational period and keeping the pace up with other short projects; using footage shot in an afternoon and taking an hour or so to edit. We have quite a few larger projects on the way as well. Being at home with my mates who are so ready to help out and get going is really fab. We spent one cool evening sipping left over squash in Matthew’s conservatory just bouncing ideas off one another and beginning to organise actors and shoots. It was so refreshing to relax and talk with like-minded people and be productive again.

SPS15417051616211 (1)Finally, here’s an odd film photo. I was on an April walk with Giuseppe, Matthew and his two spaniels: Molly and Maisie. This is the very beginning of the film, so it burnt out, but Molly still managed to sneak in. I feel it possesses a kind of goldeness that was so unlikely. I’m obsessed with the warm oranges and deep green which produce such a rich and natural quality in the image. I’m hoping to be able to afford to develop some of the film from my recent trip to Italy and publish more poetry on here very soon.

Moving back home was a bit of a jolt. So when keeping busy isn’t enough, I’ve compiled a short list of sweet tunes that’ll keep you going and make you shout ‘obviously yes!!’