Future sounds at BONED

Greg Power talks to Becoming Real about his music, collaborations, future projects and Samurai movies in anticipation of his headlining set at BONED tonight

Untitled Poem

Who’s hiding in the trees? Who’s watching me through dark leaves, as I run through Battersea Park at 5 minutes to midnight? Why aren’t they at home? What will they gain from the sight of hot breath on cold air and soft shoes on coarse gravel? Are

Untethered

Imagine: a flock of paper birds set free across the gallery, surging from out of one corner to disappear into another. Imagine: the tensions in the lines of string fastened to the ceiling, fixing, imprisoning their subjects. Imagine: a weightless bird, spinning helplessly on the end of a line, at

Ton Rai Plai Dee

ASCETIC Too much time to play the cynic, Glad to be your biggest critic, Lacking purpose and direction, But keen to give all my affection. I do mean every word I say, But definitions change each day, Calm down dearest, no need to worry, When I’m gone you won’

The Fishing Trip

The old man walked into the kitchen, carefully holding his fishing rod in front of him. He was manoeuvring it gingerly to avoid knocking anything off the cluttered kitchen shelves with the swaying tip, before finally propping it against the jamb of the front door. When she saw him come

The Continent of Hope

“Yeah, these guys were proper jokers!” The Physics fresher smiles nostalgically as he leafs through a stack of photographs, taken during his travels last year. He recounts the journey that took him across Latin America, the places he visited and the people he met. In Cuba, he shifted from town

Strippers

Our culture is hypocritical in many ways. Sex is used to sell products, get jobs and find mates but it is rarely addressed in a direct and honest way. The sex industry represents a significant portion of the world’s economy. In many countries, it operates in a grey area

Oil and Water

Just like oil and water...

Nature of Man

To recall colour beyond the fracture of days, Or relish a dawn from Eden’s sweet gaze. Though they lie, deceitful from their roots, The perverted perceptions of those fatal fruits. Those true fallacies, Queens and harlequins of the soul, Conspiring faithfully in our candid futilities, Are but sublime details,

Mum, I need a doctor

Poem by Kadhim

Gypsies

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Design Flaws

When they said that you see a bright light when you die, you did not realise that it was actually a 60 watt desk-lamp. You also did not know just how fast cars could go round that bend, or how easily shopping can get broken when it is hit. Like