Asone – in depth (part 1)

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Edinburgh’s legal graffiti wall at New Street is home to a real spectrum of talent and style. It’s also a really interesting dynamic. When you think about it, very few artforms or galleries would routinely allow unproven young blood to rub shoulders with distinguished veterans.

The result?

Complex and ambitious pieces resting beside messy tags and testosterone fueled scrawled shit-slinging.

asone-1Some of Asone’s recent work at the New Street boards

I’ve become a bit more familiar with the work of a few of those artists while taking a walk during my lunch hour. A particular piece painted late last year really blew me away. It was super-complex and merged slick figurative elements and tight letters on a background that looked just as time consuming to put together as the focus of the piece itself.

Who painted it? Why did they chose this spot and those letters? Why did they pick…

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softly speaking … and other poems by readers features “Not Good” . Thankyou Jamie.

softly speaking … and other poems by readers features “Not Good” . Thankyou Jamie

https://jamiededes.com/2017/04/11/softly-speaking-and-other-poems-by-readers/ via @JamieDedes

Unravel (Poetry Month #11)

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always meaning of the day in the way dried linen and cotton is folded and packed away in cupboards and drawers some spiced with sweet spring fragrance as if she thought comfort against the harsh bite of weather and loss and memory is tidied away to emerge later like a photograph album every cloth a snapshot of a mislaid sense, or occasion deep as a fresh bed.

 

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Blindly (Poetry Month #10)

she arranges the palms for Palm Sunday contemplating their crinkle when the donkey walked on them with the weight of a saviour on it’s back, not like when she was on the wonky donkey at Cleethorpes who wobbled to and fro and made her drop her icecream in the sand, so she wept and her dad said “Well that were a waste,” but her mam hugged her, and told her not to take any notice of Mr Grumpy, and the sun was always warmer when she was young

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“April (Word Hoard Calendar)” published in Literally Literary. Many thanks Jess

“April (Word Hoard Calendar)” published in Literally Literary. Many thanks Jess

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“Let Go” kindly featured by Duane in Poetree.

“Let Go” kindly featured by Duane in Poetree.

http://duanespoetree.blogspot.co.uk/2017/04/normal-0-false-false-false-en-us-x-none.html?m=1

Heal The (Poetry Month 8#)

hurt of the mouth so you can’t speak, hurt of the nostrils so you can’t sniff, hurt of your arse so you can’t dirty,

hurt of your crotch so you can’t. Holes are all wounds, even doors have scars you open and close with keys, doors into homes and possessions, into staying for a while. Cemeteries are full of holes healed by a mouthful of dirt. Sewers are hurt not yet healed, windows too. Dig a hurt to heal with seed that will flower if cared for. Sight_2017_04_08_162605_960

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