Liverpool has been running a competition to find the best poems celebrating the city’s Capital of Culture year in 2008, with the winner set to be announced this week
Funded by DaDa Disability and Deaf Arts and supported by the Lord Mayor of Liverpool, Cllr Steve Rotheram, there are two categories: under- and over-18s.
I’ve been reading through the entreis and thought I’d flag them up, as they’re a good mix of the reverential, celebratory and amusing.
It was boozy, musical, cultural and fun and it seemed fitting.
Cultural venues across the city centre are throwing open their doors late into the evening as part of a special Transition Light Night, in what will be one of the biggest free events in the Capital of Culture programme.
I’ve asked a few friends and colleagues to tell me what their best bits of Liverpool’s Capital of Culture year were.
There was a glorious mechanical giant fucking spider walking around the city amid fire, hoses, fights with diggers and a huge firework display – backed by a superb group of musicians. It cut through class, religion, race, background, attitudes, interests. It moved children to squeals of delight and adults to tears. It was superbly accessible public art.
Having returned from being soaked at the Albert Dock I’ve uploaded some photos of La Princess – La Machine’s giant spider that has been ‘terrorising’ Liverpool.
Undoubtedly a more impressive sight than photos suggest, the La Machine spider looks like pure evil and some have wondered exactly what the mechanical arachnid has to do with the Capital of Culture, especially at a price tag of £2m.
Ringo Starr’s birthplace number nine Madryn Street in the Dingle has no cultural significance as should be demolished, according to Liverpool City council and the National Trust
In the absence of a Google Maps mash-up I’ve uploaded some photos of a Superlambanana hunt to a Flickr accont, as I’ve recently become a multimedia node.
Superlambanana started life as some sort of blather from Taro Chiezo about the biotech corridor that runs between Manchester and Liverpool – a corridor I’d suggests 99.9 per cent of Scousers are blissfully unaware of to be honest.