The Box or Road End

This is a poem about me. I went to my first Liverpool F.C game in 1987 and my first Widnes R.L.F.C game in 1983. So aged 3 and 7 them memories etch into your brain. A right of passage what ever you go onto. Know one can take your teams away from you. I was lucky enough to spend time in a recent exhibition in Oriel Mostyn in Llandudno. I the presence of a Box used by artist Gareth Griffiths to take his son’s to match at Anfield. The power of ‘The Box’ moved me…

Thanks for sharing it with us Gareth!

 

Road End

Not my White box.

Someone else’s vantage point,

chips hold stories,

celebration, sadness, glory.

On that afternoon,

like a full stop,

alone it stood,

together, raised scarfs taught.

Your words made me feel 9

The feeling surrounds me lots of looking up.

The raised rim on a plastic flask mug.

The floor touching my feet through worn souls.

The Safety and smells of cut grass before me.

Winter cold rattles my mittens.

Floodlight halo’s dot my eyes.

Barbwire fences brown glass spikes.

Thousands packed in tight.

Now I’m back and still no connection?

Just know I’ve been there.

A time so much simpler?

Black and white Red or blue…

A tweet a day: Blackpool 1948

Holidaymakers enjoy the sun on a crowded Blackpool beach in 1948

I found this image on the Guardian website http://www.guardian.co.uk/theobserver/2010/aug/29/big-picture-blackpool-beach-1948# The generalist of the piece could not be bothered naming who took the picture and the link is broken for it. He’s getting a right panning in the reviews of  his article. Any back to the chase…

Britain Blackpool 1948, im thinking that this picture will have been taken off the sides of one of the piers as it obviously high up and at a slight angle. the picture is a total juxtaposition of the Weegee image taken at Coney island in New York 10 years early in 1938(click on the above image to see the Weegee picture) this image captures the prudish nature of Britain at that time. This is hard-working house wife’s breath of fresh air. Dragged by the family from the discomfort of daily life There are very few mature men in the image. This either because its post war or the men will have e been working. To have this number of people on a beach I would guess its a bank holiday.

On first looking the image reminded me of Jackson Pollock work