I’ve finally managed to get two films into festivals which are happening over the next few weeks, after several years of half-hearted attempts. It helps that they’re poetry films, which is quite a niche area, and that the festivals are both new ventures. Thus, my oblique take on Jo Bell’s poem “The Shipwright’s Love Song”, will be screened during the Liberated Words Poetry Film Festival, which is part of the 2013 Bristol Poetry Festival – my response to a challenge to put images to one of four poems. And I’ve just learned that my visualisation of Wallace Stevens’ modernist piece “Lulu Gay”, has been shortlisted for the Ó Bhéal International Poetry-Film Competition at the Indie Cork Festival of Independent Cinema 2013. Which is very lovely. Both free to enter, as well, which is a bonus – a lesson one learns the hard way.
The only other excitement in my life has been the over-reaction of a playwright to my review of his play. This took the form of a number of immoderate posts on Twitter. It wasn’t even a bad review; it simply suggested that his play was “solid” rather than a work of life-changing genius, as other reviewers have argued. All the more peculiar given that this particular author has been brutally critical of his fellow theatricals in the past.