Merry Christmas

Posted on December 24, 2010 by lemn sissay

In no particular order except one here are some people across the world whom I would like to say Merry Christmas to and wish a happy new year: Firstly The Journalist, Omar Kaisy and Aida Kaisy, neighbours Read more [...]

Father Christmas has no Visa.

Posted on December 24, 2010 by lemn sissay

Near where I live the men who are building the Tesco convenience store buy their lunch and cigarettes from Palm 2 the local shop they intend to put out of business. It seems to me the superstore build Read more [...]

The Conference of Black Crows.

Posted on December 19, 2010 by lemn sissay

I travel deep into the South west England, through snow and ice and threats of rail and road closure, to Sheepwash and Arvon totleigh barton. Here, at a farmhouse, I am fed and watered and later Read more [...]

The Shamen and the Nuclear Stockpile.

Posted on December 18, 2010 by lemn sissay

On Friday I arrive in Scotland at the Gothic Knockderry House Hotel on Shore road skimming loch long. Knockderry was built in the 1800’s. Further up the hill is Cove Park an international centre for Read more [...]

The First Olympic Poet.

Posted on December 10, 2010 by lemn sissay

I’m proud to be the first commissioned poet for The Olympic park 2012. The poems will be carved into Scottish Larch that surrounds the transformer which provides and distributes electricity. There’s Read more [...]

Part Two of My first Seven Days in England.

Posted on December 8, 2010 by lemn sissay

I spoke via skype to Carlos Moore, the writer of Fela, and his partner Ayeola. We wave and smile and peer out from inside each others computer. I am interviewed at Riverside Rooms on the subject of Read more [...]

Part One of My First Seven Days back In England

Posted on December 7, 2010 by lemn sissay

One of the appreciable factors about leaving is returning home and one of the special considerations of home is that it's a point of reference from where to travel outwards. I like the world passing Read more [...]

The preservation of Pastries. The deprevation of War. Pastry. War. War. Pastry.

Posted on December 1, 2010 by lemn sissay

So I am back in England. Two things strike me. One is the frantic frenzy of force feeding fear. It is on the news. It is in the newspapers. It is on the radio. It goes thus. Pakistan Pakistan Pakistan Read more [...]

Trapped In Police Roadblock Sting (part two)

Posted on November 28, 2010 by lemn sissay

I saw something: The police officer was interested in the story of Something Dark, it resonated with him, with his own story. I could see it. “Take my number” he said “I will attend”. And Read more [...]

Trapped in Jo'burg Police Roadblock Sting (Part One)