Windows Kiss the Shadows of the Passing Thirty Million
Windows Kiss the Shadows of the Passing Thirty Million
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This dramatic poem, written on an epic scale, was composed to describe the injustices that have been done to millions of refugees, unemployed, displaced and disenfranchised people across Europe over many generations.
This dramatic poem, written on an epic scale, was composed to describe the injustices that have been done to millions of refugees, unemployed, displaced and disenfranchised people across Europe over many generations.
It evokes the collective struggle of the dispossessed and victimised to find a home and place of safety, and to bring about a fairer, better and more enlightened world.
While the story of exile has had bitter meaning for Huguenots, landless peasants, gypsies and Romanies, Jews, Bosnians, Socialists, the unemployed, Armenians, the starving, Irish, Communists, Catholics and many other groups, it is tragically as relevant as ever today for those escaping conflict and famine in the Middle East and Africa.
The poem was first performed as a multi-media, spoken word performance about refugees, human displacement, unemployment and migration in Bridport, Dorset, UK in October 2015.
The publication of the book coincided with the first public performance of the poem, read by three people with different regional British accents and a singer collaborating with a cellists and a mandolin player, all accompanied by a continually changing background of images. At the end of the performance, there was an absolute silence and then a damn burst of applause and cheers.
These short excerpts from the performance can be seen HERE and HERE
Short video excerpt part 1
You can also watch it HERE
Short video excerpt part 2
You can also watch it HERE
S Birt –
I am half way through this poem… really beautiful work… the poetry flows and undulates through emotions and thoughts and images effortlessly… the pace and timing stirs a deeper life energy…
G Frosh –
This epic contemplation, did not raise my spirits, nor did I feel it was meant to, in spite of the nascent glimmerings of hope, seeming from afar. But it has rigorously and with the strength of hammer blows presented evidence to demonstrate, over and over again, how wrong paths have been followed, and how storm-troopers have passed themselves as boy-scouts, to the benefit of their masters, and the corrosion of a just and fair society.