Gnawa Maalem Ben Aissa
Essaouira, Morocco
Gnaoua World Music Festival. Essaouira Morocco
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Last updated on 4th August 2009
Last updated on 4th August 2009
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Dancing on South Bank
South Bank, London SE1. Known for having beach parties and artists creating sand sculptures.
Kissing in the Street
An example of some street art in Angoulême, the 'comic' city in South West France
Scratched
I glide up from the tip of a finger. Slashing my way through the skin. Over hand and under wrist; inside,
On top and across.
As the elbow creases upwards, I shoot through the inside with ease.
Drinking up, along the way.
Over a hill, under a crease
I darken the red slightly, and slowly blacken down the bend.
The depth of someone’s pain is within my reach.
The shoulder is slim ground, however negotiable. I paint in a little orange. A framed picture in the making.
The neck is soothing; the chest is a dream, as the sweat trembles off; I swim this delightful ground. Meandering over the ribs, slicing down around the breast, towards silk like territory. The flatness of the stomach is merely a canvas.
You are my territory, but I’m in your control.
Momentarily causing pain, providing a future for confidence.
My journey comes to a temporary close.
For the time being, life has no place for me.
The imminent return is a certainty. I power the addiction well.
Sometime later, I strike again. Unrepentantly.
The world with no boundaries. The world without reason. The world with relentless lapses of understanding; is my world.
An ankle is my victim now, a foot in a state of sadness.
A mind inside confusion; enticing my gleam sharpness.
Sparkling and shining, I troop up the inside of what was once a smooth leg.
Down, then up again.
Up then down again.
Erratically crossing my way down.
Crossing.
Slashing.
Hurting.
A satisfaction accomplished, a smile is my reward.
The tears are never far away. For this short time, I'll keep what I can. I shall hold happiness close, and know it will be mine again. A lifetime warranty. Escape is only just a dream. I shall silently wait, in eager anticipation.
Rid me if you can.
Help me if you can.
I could go away if you try hard enough.
Put me down, blunt me out. Free yourself.
I’m worn out. I’m stained. I’ve lost the sparkle.
Bradys of Brixton
Originally called the Railway Hotel (it's opposite the station) it became Bradys in 1991. Famous for being a spit and sawdust late night music and drinking venue, seeing bands and DJ's alike doing their stuff until the early hours mainly at weekends, but not unheard of to give it a twist on a school night too.
It's rumoured that Jimi Hendrix used to jam here after playing Gigs in town, even I'm too young to confirm this, but I certainly used to see Brixton band the Alabama3 play here regularly in the early 90's.
As with many places with character in Brixton it closed down, got squatted, had a short lived revival before sadly being closed down again. It sits on the corner of Electric lane and Atlantic Road looking rather dishevelled and sad, but by many, never forgotten for the great place it once was.
Brixton Market
Electric Avenue is probably the most famous part of Brixton Market to those that aren't local. Linking Brixton Road (High Street) and Atlantic Road it mainly consists of Fruit and Veg stalls and a mixture of Caribbean and Asian food and fabric shops.
Running off Electric Avenue is a series of covered arcades selling bargains ranging from clothes, fish, meat, restaurants, watches, phones, music, cameras, recently a popcorn and candy floss stall and even a tattooist.
A rather less vibrant side to the market lies in Brixton station Road where you'll find second hand clothes and electical goods, "ask no questions, get told no lies" is the general attitude to adopt here!
All togther a fantastic market with a wonderful atmosphere and never short of music and smiles where ever you wander.
Brixton Market Guide
Brixton Windmill
Brixton Windmill was built in 1816, and worked by mill until 1817. Leased by by John Ashby in 1863.The Ashby family operated the mill producing stone-ground wholemeal flour. It is around this time it became known as Ashby Mill.
In 1902, when the lease on the mill expired, a steam engine was fitted to power it. This was later replaced by a gas engine. The mill was finally closed down in 1934.
It was originally painted with tar to give protection against the weather - hence the black colour of the brickwork. The only original feature remaining is the cast iron windshaft, the sails and machinery having been replaced after a propsal for it to be demolished in the 1946 had been rejected.
In 1951, it was listed as a Grade II building, and remains on English Heritage's 'Buildings at Risk' register.
The Windmill was handed over to Lambeth Council in 1971. At present, besides grassed open space and trees, Windmill Gardens has a children's playground and a One O'Clock Club.
In April 2003 "friends of Windmill gardens" was formed with the aim to restore the mill and surrounding area as a public amenity. September the following year saw an archaeological dig organised with the Museum of London and a generous grant donated from Lambeth Council. An application for a grant from the Heritage Lottery fund as also been submitted.
Friends of Brixton Gardens
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