REVIEW – THE EMPTY HORIZON, BY PAUL TERENCE CARNEY

Posted on January 31, 2018 by Norwich Radical in Arts and tagged appropriation, author, blindness, collection, featured, female, illness, literature, male, paul terence carney, poem, poetry, point of view, retinitis pigmentosa, review, Roisin, speaking, ventriloquism, voice.

by Carmina Masoliver

I was told that The Empty Horizon was a sequence of poems written in the voice of Roisin, a writer and illustrator of children’s books who is losing her sight due to the genetic condition Retinitis Pigmentosa. Initially, I wondered why – if Rosin is a writer – why she could not write these poems herself. Although it seems obvious that there is a mutual relationship established, why should a man tell the story of a woman who is a writer, and thus capable of writing it herself? Although losing her sight, as a writer, would it not be better to tell her own story through her own spoken words, rather than Carney being the author of this text?Continue Reading

WORDS WITH FRIENDS II – CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

Posted on September 8, 2017 by Norwich Radical in Arts, Community and tagged BIlly Pilgrim, call, digital music, event, gig, Heartsease Kid, live show, lo-fi, local, music, norfolk, norwich, poem, poetry, spoken word, studio, submissions, The Owl Sanctuary, voice, Words with Friends, writing.

by Billy Pilgrim With The Heartsease Kid

Are you looking for a way to get your voice heard? Do you have a book of poems on your bedside table that nobody ever reads? Isn’t it time somebody listened to you?

If you answered yes to any of these questions then you may be suitable for “Words w/ Friends Vol II”.

REVIEW – AN EVENING WITH AN IMMIGRANT, BY INUA ELLAMS

Posted on December 17, 2016 by Norwich Radical in Arts and tagged Anglo-Irish-Nigerian, art, belonging, black communities, Buckingham Palace, CCT, Christianity, divestment movement, english speakers, gender, Home Office, immigrants, interview wth an immigrant, inua ellams, Islam, italian speakers, Italy, Kevin Spacey, language, literature, litscape, Margarita T. Pouso, masculinity, migration, Muslim, Nigeria, non masculine, original poetry, poems, PokemonGO, prato, Rabid Puppoes, racism, review, See City, stories, teenage mutant hero nerds, theresa may, vagina monologues, voice.

by Alex Valente

I moved back to Prato, Italy, last March. I thought I’d left behind the UK poetry scene, so very different in Italy in so many ways. Then, my own hometown organises a whole series of free events, including poetry nights – and invites Inua Ellams to perform his An Evening with an Immigrant show. Did you really think I wouldn’t attend, notebook in hand?Continue Reading

EMPIRE

Posted on October 5, 2016 by Norwich Radical in Arts, Perspectives and tagged #BlackLivesMatter, activism, angry, artivism, arts, bang, BHM, black history month, Blacktober, BLM, comma, creative writing, dead, empire, Filipino, form, format, guns, human, imperialism, injustice, justice, lines, poem, poetry, shot, silence, text, verse, violence, voice, writer, writing.

by Julian Canlas

(in support of Black Lives Matter)

a, pustule, fleshspun, pierced, when,
echoes, become, loud, and, silenced—loudly silenced—
when, burdens, are, called, gifts—processes, of, unintuition,
when, killing, becomes, justified, as, horror, of, the, natural,Continue Reading

A CULTURE OF RESISTANCE: FIGHTING FOR RADICAL ART IN INCREASINGLY GENTRIFIED NORWICH

Posted on July 16, 2016 by Norwich Radical in Arts, Community and tagged Al Simmons, art, arts, Brexit, carrow road, city council, city of literature, common property, Community, culture, doing different, dove st, dream, Duncan Joseph, elite, exhibition, football, gentrification, home, independent film, isolation, Karl Minns, Ken Loach, kett's rebellion, kitchen sink, norfolk, norwich, photography, Pottergate, radical art, realism, Simon Floyd, The Story of Kett's Rebellion, UNESCO, village mentality, voice.

by Jack Brindelli

As the dust continues to settle on soon to be post-EU Britain, I’ve been thinking a lot about the place I call home. Norwich has been my city for quarter of a century now, and as my Granny says of such milestones, “You get less time for murder.” Norwich is infamously disconnected from the world, with visiting football fans often singing “there’s only one road in Norfolk” to Guantanamera at Carrow Road – and as much as it pains me to admit it, the isolation is a real problem.

The fact we’re so cut off from outsiders rubs off on our city’s attitudes towards culture in particular – with a quintessentially Little England village-mentality that boasts of being an UNESCO City of Literature in a town perpetually threatening its libraries with cuts, and renders us fiercely defensive of our ‘doing different’ status-quo, who year on year wheel out the same tired Lord Mayor’s procession, Castle firework display, and cover-band music festival, while remaining collectively suspicious, and sometimes even hostile to new ideas.

I AM

Posted on October 25, 2015 by Norwich Radical in Arts and tagged androgyny, art, artist, arts, BHM, bhm2015, black, black history month, BME, Indian, mic drop, non binary artists, original art, original design, portrait, race, representation, selfportrait, speech, spice, token, voice, women artists.

by Asia Patel

IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

Posted on October 11, 2015 by Norwich Radical in Arts and tagged art, artist, arts, BHM, bhm2015, black, black history, black history month, BME, free speech, non binary artists, original art, original design, POC, privilege, race, racism, representation, speech, voice, white privilege, women artists.

by Asia PatelContinue Reading

OF THE INFERTILE VOICE

Posted on September 3, 2015 by Norwich Radical in Arts and tagged creative writing, embrace, infertile, inside, italian, italian women in translation, nature, outside, poet, poetry, read women, roberta dapunt, snow, translation, translation thursday, trees, voice, women, women writers.

by Alex Valente

Original Italian by Roberta Dapunt (1970-), from ‘Le beatitudini della malattia’.

So I want to be like the rowan among the larch and the firs
covered by infinite snow. Layered by white
embraces, irreparable sluice of cold reason.Continue Reading

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REVIEW – THE EMPTY HORIZON, BY PAUL TERENCE CARNEY

WORDS WITH FRIENDS II – CALL FOR SUBMISSIONS

REVIEW – AN EVENING WITH AN IMMIGRANT, BY INUA ELLAMS

EMPIRE

A CULTURE OF RESISTANCE: FIGHTING FOR RADICAL ART IN INCREASINGLY GENTRIFIED NORWICH

I AM

IF YOU KNOW, YOU KNOW

OF THE INFERTILE VOICE

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