This is one of the poems that got lost along the way of Vanity Project. ‘Home 2’ is in part a postcard to Torquay and Totnes, but I wanted to write a little love letter to my adopted hometown, Plymouth. I got put off when I heard the phrase ‘city in his veins’ in a different poem a few weeks after writing it. I could never find anything better to work in its place. But it has some fun lines, so here it is.
CITY IN HIS VEINS
track thirteen on the car stereo
electric windows winding down
200 miles and 30 years on
an echo blown from the underground
methodists with a glowing cross
moths around the burger van
the greenest of all go’s
the loudest of all gold’s
the city in his veins
the carpet of the wildflower streetlights
the mirrorball inside his eyes
this new kaliedoscope of neon
the world at 30 miles per hour
an aluminium shell and seatbelt
his lawyer’s coming home tonight
dream a hometown dream
leave on the hallway light
he’s got the city in his veins
Simon Travers, 2017
TRACK LISTING AND START TIMES
TITLES / NO REGRETS – 00:00
COLD CALLING – 01:11
SILHOUETTE COVE – 04:17
FRIDAY – 05:57
EMBRACE THE GLUT – 08:53
EATING AN ELEPHANT – 10:59
HI – 13:47
HI VIS GHOSTS – 15:09
TRAPEZE ARTIST – 18:53
WHALESONG – 21:49
HOME 2 – 26:57
PENTECOST – 28:23
JUPITER – 32:28
GOOD FRIDAY / PERPETUA – 33:51
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Just a quick repost for this video I made. Pentecost is track number 11 of 13 on Vanity Project, a 40 minute film I will be posting online in a week’s time.
The track is typical of but towards the cheery end of Vanity Project, and the video uses a version of the same effect that I use on the film.
Here is a video of a track from Vanity Project, called Pentecost.
So this is living;
all snot and sacrament,
clocks with blank faces,
I’m utterly floored.
I’d dry your feet with my hair
but, ‘you know’, friction burns.
With every head bowed, every eye closed,
So this is breathing;
tongues of the angels,
the tears of my fathers
bed down on my cheeks.
‘Is that oil on your hands?’
No, I’m just a sweaty man
with an earthquake in my heart
As a young man, I had vision.
As an old man, let me dream.
So this is falling;
it’s not the first time.
Oh God, when you smile.
Oh God, when you smile.
Sing your evening perfume songs,
scratch our names upon a wall.
Rise up and walk
Simon Travers (C) 2017
If you look closely, there’s a small white dot below the moon.
Two years ago today, I was walking across the car park into work. I noticed by the moon a small spark in the sky that refused to give into the first light. Google sky map told me it was Jupiter.
That moment sparked a poem which sparked the project I’ve been working on for the past 2 years. The project is called Vanity Project. I hope it will appear as a straight-to-youtube film later this year.
I took this photo this morning in the car park at work. 2 years later, Jupiter still stands beside the moon.
Checked the sky map on my phone.
Jupiter stands beside the moon,
a pendant for an amber necklace,
toasted light with milk for breakfast
bluntly slicing the street-haze.
No mechanism for counting days,
no concrete plans to change plans soon.
Jupiter stands beside the moon.
(c) Simon Travers, 2017
Getting towards the end of the poems that I wrote for the Ten10 project. I’ve put 3 more up tonight. They combine a heady mix of cherry cake, ephemera and 1950’s mechanical calculators.
Cricket Teas with the Archbishops
After a week’s break, where I have been amongst other things watching actual cricket, here are two more poems to add to the Ten10 tales collection.
Queen Victoria Scored 111 not out
The back of the Innisfree Pavillion
If you’d like to read everything posted so far, it’s all linked to the Ten10 tales page.