This is shattered fragment of a stumbleupon blog, long since now defunct, where I used to store favourite images, and attach poems to them (or vice versa). Just goes to show that for all its claims of ubiquity, the digital domain doesn't give you much of a purchase in permanence.
This has turned into a poetry/photography page, which means I'm kind of stuck reviewing people the normal way. But I'm hitting my thumbs up button all over the place, and writing to people individually - so don't give up on me. Playwright, screenwriter and SOREALIST. Fin [more...]
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As a match when struck will sputter white, before flames break, licked with hot phosphorous tongues - so tonight volatile, explosive, the audience watch while her dance starts to flicker into life.
And all at once the whole place is ablaze.
A flash of the eye and she ignites her hair then whirling faster fans her dress into ferocious flames. Now she's a furnace from which two startled rattlesnakes dart hissing and clicking, her naked arms.
But now the fire has gone too far clinging to her waistline, she flings it down, holding her head disdainful and proud, watching it blaze upon the ground - flames that rage and refuse to die.
Then, with in a slow sure step and a sweet triumphant smile, she looks up one last time and stamps it out with small momentous feet.
Version by Peter Jukes from Rilke's Spanish Dancer
First photo is a still from Blood Wedding - favourite playwright, life changing film
Desire is the asp Is the twisting In my breast She changes, Time and Space, or else Not here to change
Love was always reaching: Chubby hands that grasped An apron as it passes. And when the fingers were strong Brown lined, agile Around the pillow and your head The eyes eluded me.
The appeal of appealing Eyes, that vacuous Kiss of fire, desire Is not there or Then, but in Remembering.
When he laughs It's like a waterfall A torrent So vivid and clear it washes you back
To apples so big they have to be held In both hands To running with only the breeze on your skin Clapping yourself on each new word you form Biting your hands with excitement Lying down rolling over With excitement
To being fearful of poppies and knots in the wood Sure there's a spider hid in each blade of grass Seeing the moon begging to be lifted up up up Knowing we are always here to catch you
When I was a child I played with childish things Now I am a man I play with my children
Much easier to see Just one dilemma In the frame of forever See it now
Together Or Apart
But unpick the words Suspect the simplicity
Apart could be Communing despite miles A constant presence Like a subtitle in your life Apart could be The meaning you hold Like two strings vibrating To the same note
Unpick the words
Together might mean Cleaving down the middle Inseparable as a wound Dependent as enemies Demanding as A beggar's bowl Imploring the pennies That make you poor
Unpick the meaning, unpack the words Go beyond the dilemma
See us both Standing here
And listen to the world Beneath the footsteps And murmur of voices And the passing cars The world is so quiet So quiet
Over the last few years I've created some attention with my live coverage of the phone hacking trial in London, the most expensive and longest concluded criminal trial in British history. There are various accounts and articles about this on the web, including a radio play. My Twitter feed can be found here, and a collation of evidence from the trial, and all my live tweets, can be found at my Fothom Wordpress blog. There's also a Flipboard magazine and a Facebook Page. My Klout ranking is here.
More Journalism and Books
Various journalistic articles of mine are scattered throughout the web. There's some kind of portfolio at Muckrack. The most extensive reporting is for the Daily Beast and Newsweek, but there's more at the New Statesman, the New Republic, Aeon etc. I have two non fiction books published in the last year: The Fall of the House of Murdoch, available through Unbound or Amazon, and Beyond Contempt: the Inside Story of the Phone Hacking Trial, available via Canbury Press or also on Amazon. I am currently contributing to a new site for open source journalism, called Bellingcat, and advisor (along with Sir Harry Evans and Bill Emmott) to an exciting new crowdfunded journalism startip Byline.
Getting in Contact
My generic email is my first name at peterjukes.com. That should get through to me pretty quickly. My Linked In profile is here. For non journalistic inquiries, for television stage and film, contact Howard Gooding at Judy Daish Associates. Examples of my television work can be found on IMDB. This links to the site for my forthcoming musical, Mrs Gucci. My radio plays can be found in various audiobook formats on Amazon and elsewhere.