Bradford Jesus Man

Bradford Jesus Man Jesus’ man Happy with that name Because he was Jesus’ man Geoffrey Brindley Hemp smock Always Jesus’ fashion Walking the streets of Bradford Not so preacher man But gentle peace radiator Smile and wave Sparkling eyes Be kind and present Be friends and people Connecting in kindness So little in the world […]

Geek // Another Retraction THE VIDEO

Geek the band (Bradford) In their own words… Filmed in one-take of ground-breaking Quadro-Vision, the latest Geek video is a slab of existential cinema verite which bravely explores the tender relationship between art and idiocy, effectively juxtaposing the mass availability of technology with the downfall of artistic skill and talent. The result is a harrowing […]

My Grandma who art in Bradford

Water rhymes with batter, Cook rhymes with duke Your pantry is a cathedral Of desiccation and sprinkles We call the glory ‘ole. Your wisdom is linguistic joy You’re not forced to know the answer In hope there’s two chances Not many T’s in your language When I’m with you I talk like you My grandma […]

Harold Wilson, Bradford boy

Strong, silent grandad. Head a grey Elvis quiff. Far away eyes. Always ready for a cuddle. So quiet. So still. But ask him about his youth? Eyes twinkle, lips smack, Made a fishing rod from scrap, Manhandled onto a trolley bus, Old ladies tutt tutt, Off fishing with a mate Down Bradford beck Out till […]

Westfield-wastefield

They tore the heart from my city Ripped and mutilated. A mastectomy without reconstruction A half city Ne’bother The North don’t care They sit in their own shit Wallow in their despair Kids get their kicks from the toothless, frowning, homeless, jobless city left to rot That’s my home That’s my family.   Jennifer Winterburn