Words Apart Film Project: Get involved!

Ladies and gentleman... 

Stand by for take off For... 

A great opportunity for young poets based in London to work with Words Apart first film project 'Twisted Tongues.'  

Just a little reminder first... a couple months ago we won a grant to make a short film about young people in Barnet. It would interact with local services and shopkeepers and attempt to understand the problems and issues facing us in this age. In the application we spoke of different cultures, ages and heritages coming together to explain how hard it is for minorities in this 21 st century. 

SO now the time has come for us to raise our game up and take WORDS APART POETRY to a higher plain. We will have music and sound added by Goldielock sand two young people from Rithmik Youth Centre. This project will also bring in the local parkour people into the mix.

So now we come to dates.

THE PROJECT WILL OCCUR IN THE WEEK OF THE 18th JULY. AND THE WEEK WILL BE SPLIT BETWEEN CANADA VILLA AND THE NOBLE SAGE ART GALLERY. 

Two Days planning and two and a half days shooting. We have a professional film maker in charge of the shooting and an editor who'll knock it out within two weeks of the final shoot.

The earlier  session will be a two hour meeting and planning session ...

that is 14TH of JULY 6-8 at CANADA VILLA YOUTH CENTRE IN MILL HILL.

For more details or to get involved please email the following details to this address:  

mohamedzaind@googlemail.com

Please outline: Your name and age

'The Yob'

'The Yob'

The 'White boy', shaved head, leaning on the wall,
Can’t cry, can’t smile, life for him is dead.
Tall towers engulf his world, opportunities are far,
His life is summed up by the cut above is lip,
Etched on his soul, lies another scar

Beat down before, not now he says,
‘I got myself a knife’
So often he comes back in a daze
Friday was high day and they would blaze

witnessed father beat her black and blue,
he thought if she wasn't my mother I would beat her too.

aspirations were existent but they were stamped out even through resistance
wrote a short story through his teacher's insistence
but it wasn't published because no one persisted.

This emotional function is stained, gone black,
‘I never been a boy, I never existed’
He mumbles, his life is as evil as twisted,
Now spends his days, getting high on crack
Ignorant and angry, there is no way back.

His deep blue eyes swallow hope,
And the blade in his hand shouts insecurity,
As the fumes in his fag make him choke,
Labelled a failure, teachers gave up,
His body is corrupt, he has had enough,

Lying their mindless, just like before,
But blood dominates as he is no more,
For the sorrow of it all,
No one really cares,
‘He’s vulgar, racist, he shouts, he swears,

So there he rots labelled ‘The Yob’
As deep in the estate, his mother starts to sob.