On the dark streets of Small Heath, I remember, remember the 21st of November 1974. Birmingham, so much to answer for! And whether its racism, culture or religion, the anthems of love and hate remain the same, from the 2-Tone BCFC Zulu refrains, to the shame of this sad excuse who hero worshipped Oklahoma City bomber Timothy McVeigh and Norway mass murderer Anders Breivik The Song Remains The Same. Someone will, hopefully, arise with the talent to bring all this together, to finally enshrine this suburb in eternal Art, a monument and shrine to the life and times, the troubled minds that lived and still live in the motherlode post code of B10. Nobody chooses where they are raised, but everyone chooses what memories they save, those they discard, and those they guard against re-admitting into their minds eye in the middle of the night. But the dawn comes and the phantoms recede with the light. In the Light, you will find the road... The Coventry Road. Somerville Road. And the Stratford Road you walked with Shakespeares Sister, your girlfriend Jasvinder, whose parents grounded her for bunking off the the Lake District with BrummieBoy..hopes may rise amidst Grasmere, but, honey pie! youre not safe here! No, its not a diary, its not a book, or any kind of autobiography, Im just limbering up my mind for the real thing after this free shit is deleted at the Solstice: Music, Poetry, Song and Dance. The real deal in Art, not this intellectual crap. mirror.co.uk/news/uk-news/pavlo-lapshyn-murdering-bomber-wanted-2477954
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 13:27:52 +0000
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