TIMO FRANC (Tim Francis)
IS A POET / MUSICIAN / ARTIST.
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HERE ARE SOME OF THE
CREATIVE PERFORMANCES
HE HAS PERFORMED
HE HAS PERFORMED
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This is Timo Franc at Plymouth University U.K. performing his poetry and music linked with his film being screened simultaneously for the audience.
The film is based on the photograph taken in 1922 of the refugees from Smyrna landing in his home town of Plymouth.
RUFUGEES
This is his interpretation of what happened in the lives of two lovers arriving in Plymouth, from the photo displayed at the end of post. They were part of a huge displacement of survivors from Smyrna in 1922 when over 100,000 people were a part of a comprehensive genocide programme.
The only escape from the invading army and the blazing inferno around them was to swim for their survival in the water toward the anchored ships nearby.
HMS Iron Duke
There were British warships in the harbour ordered to pour boiling water over desperate people escaping the cosmopolitan city on fire.
(They had orders to remain neutral).
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This is the interpretation from Tim Francis of the lovers in Plymouth as their sepsration is enforced during the first month after their arrival.
Apr 1
Flow, it’s free
Glow as the terror bites the dust
Great is the deliverance to break the torpid dream
Green is the fallacy for tricking self-efficacy for post-modern interpretation.
Apr 2
As I climb the sparrow's claw
I remember the crime
You stood naked
Whistling inside a virgin tuxedo
Apr 3
your Butoh shape-shift cried for the last time
the intensified tear dripped-dry fit for rage
my collar felt and top hat tipped ready
and we danced in the silent farce of us
Apr 4
..but it felt copasetic to be unarmed
awaiting your silent movement
drowned to fulfilment
the moisture sweetened in your throat
Apr 5
Your forbidden colour performing in tune
Lost in translation and growing inside
obedient dogma correcting Dorian
leaves my mode of distrait at your door
Apr 6
We succumbed to yellow fire and reached from
The hyphate meson to the nete diezeugmenon
And our juiced-up melodical fire-starter
favoured our night-time vigil to spite vengeance.
Apr 7
The anticipation driving our time
creating misty knowledge of wry
toking a charm disarming blind mice
of their duty to prime our surrogate design
Apr 8
My mother's screams ripened in the fire of rage
I am caught dwelling in this continuing cry
My daughter's glory rides high and mighty
on the shoulders of the blessed dis-possessed
Apr 9
If your lost persona defines the grace of history
Then the victor of propaganda is never the teller
But a seller of deception to the past and worried lies
To the hurried masses of misaligned compasses
Apr 10
Torn in two directions of an emergency bestowed
Mystery travel chokes the moral question of living
not to cloak a choral lesson of reflection burnt cold
On blue journeys through yearned money misgiving
Apr 11
high fortune clings to the vine's sudden theft
you climb left of centre right then return
neo politic is the trick of light we learn
as the wave crashes blue moon wisdom
Apr 12
So born again not so dumb but caught off-guard
strangles the numb angles of restitution inside
deafened by the gang's bells sold-off in destitution
memories of scalding water, but not in Tinside.
Apr 13
waiting is cold air clinging to your snipe
driving rain from southern terraces in Looe
walking the only option to dream our smile
ripening a pursuit exposing limbs of cherry
Apr 14
Relative pain of a new life diminishing in purple flight
grants my deliverance tonight finishing their cruel refusal
Harbour instinct denying their right of pure consciousness
to relish the delight of painless recollection strained by perusal
Apr 15
Changing weather of maltreated alchemy wise with flame
retreating brother culling your sister seconded in time
for me to escape the heraldry tuned in and then drifting
to the sound of clouds dying in premature rivers of ice
Apr 16
Mama, where have they all gone ?..Their blood runs free !
Their faces are pillows in the mist, cushioned from view.
Tee totalling teeth terrify the abscess they remember
Almost apologetically droplets appear on the displaced
Apr 17
Your fall from grace is only failed illusion
Our climb together silences the faded grind
Only the watery graves of collapsing minds
Allow immersion under our blatant sky
Apr 18
Lifestyle ingenuity primes their juice to survive
Collaboration reflects murder of peace men of tide
Recreating their improvisation of jeopardy's mind
Contamination neglects further Greece genocide
Apr 19
Elusive, secretive port of discovery alive in fear
Scripting, tripping a wake-a-thon won't peter out
Ritalin, administered from secrets you don't hear
Another, bites the dust sowing new seed of doubt
Apr 20
I'm the witness pertinent in distress
Failing to deliver under duress
manic mannequins state their incest
with lusting empire failing to impress
Apr 21
Secret societies and subversive mind control
Spiritual fluid gifted from our local high tor
Strengthen resolve for no hiding place soul
Separation governs history's compliant ichor
Apr 22
It's the sweat from my heart sliding on down
that you confuse with the blood on your frown
your ally has turned and disturbs neo-finance
not come into view till the ship docked in silence
Apr 23
Duty crushed the ice petal cringing in the sly wind
Armed with a revolution your dream forgets to begin
Glory of victory parades like garrotted angels of grit
Longing for a qualified future of absolved judicial wit
April 24
Abiding to government decree for vanity to be
a gliding to love her and be free or sanity to see
That is the question in the 'royal' media today
Shakespeare for over 15's is the order of the day
Apr 25
Early slide into discomfort brings lone wolf, whistling
He knows I am breathing ice with virtue, glistening
Shame our settlement is dead to a council's touch
Bribing the fame of our culture leader, just too much
Apr 26
This is it, our slaughtered pride skulking inside
Creaming your sensuality with ripened vine tryst
Hissing tit, with snake-eyed storm and swirling tide
Dreaming a men's reality of wander lust mist
Apr 27
Your journey from burning city on a political arena
leaves taste of genocide in our collective demeanour
Routinely forgotten and conveniently sidestepped
The nineteen twenty two refugees' need never met
Apr 28
Hallowed in appearance devoid of visa clearance
Credentials borrowed and blue, not for critical review
Shallow in experience deployed to please the vagrants
Free menstrual laurel brand new, forgotten tickle is due
Apr 29
Fast and frenetic our life in ruin
Positive connotation is your guess
We have each other and Plymouth Gin
Our children bear tragedy of epic distress
Apr 30
The end of this story or homage to glory
You may decide to show romance re-joined
or lend bare history to manage lies sorely
repaid beside slo-mo finance bit-coin...
The film is based on the photograph taken in 1922 of the refugees from Smyrna landing in his home town of Plymouth.
RUFUGEES
This is his interpretation of what happened in the lives of two lovers arriving in Plymouth, from the photo displayed at the end of post. They were part of a huge displacement of survivors from Smyrna in 1922 when over 100,000 people were a part of a comprehensive genocide programme.
The only escape from the invading army and the blazing inferno around them was to swim for their survival in the water toward the anchored ships nearby.
There were British warships in the harbour ordered to pour boiling water over desperate people escaping the cosmopolitan city on fire.
(They had orders to remain neutral).
...................................................................................................................................
This is the interpretation from Tim Francis of the lovers in Plymouth as their sepsration is enforced during the first month after their arrival.
Apr 1
Flow, it’s free
Glow as the terror bites the dust
Great is the deliverance to break the torpid dream
Green is the fallacy for tricking self-efficacy for post-modern interpretation.
Apr 2
As I climb the sparrow's claw
I remember the crime
You stood naked
Whistling inside a virgin tuxedo
Apr 3
your Butoh shape-shift cried for the last time
the intensified tear dripped-dry fit for rage
my collar felt and top hat tipped ready
and we danced in the silent farce of us
Apr 4
..but it felt copasetic to be unarmed
awaiting your silent movement
drowned to fulfilment
the moisture sweetened in your throat
Apr 5
Your forbidden colour performing in tune
Lost in translation and growing inside
obedient dogma correcting Dorian
leaves my mode of distrait at your door
Apr 6
We succumbed to yellow fire and reached from
The hyphate meson to the nete diezeugmenon
And our juiced-up melodical fire-starter
favoured our night-time vigil to spite vengeance.
Apr 7
The anticipation driving our time
creating misty knowledge of wry
toking a charm disarming blind mice
of their duty to prime our surrogate design
Apr 8
My mother's screams ripened in the fire of rage
I am caught dwelling in this continuing cry
My daughter's glory rides high and mighty
on the shoulders of the blessed dis-possessed
Apr 9
If your lost persona defines the grace of history
Then the victor of propaganda is never the teller
But a seller of deception to the past and worried lies
To the hurried masses of misaligned compasses
Apr 10
Torn in two directions of an emergency bestowed
Mystery travel chokes the moral question of living
not to cloak a choral lesson of reflection burnt cold
On blue journeys through yearned money misgiving
Apr 11
high fortune clings to the vine's sudden theft
you climb left of centre right then return
neo politic is the trick of light we learn
as the wave crashes blue moon wisdom
Apr 12
So born again not so dumb but caught off-guard
strangles the numb angles of restitution inside
deafened by the gang's bells sold-off in destitution
memories of scalding water, but not in Tinside.
Apr 13
waiting is cold air clinging to your snipe
driving rain from southern terraces in Looe
walking the only option to dream our smile
ripening a pursuit exposing limbs of cherry
Apr 14
Relative pain of a new life diminishing in purple flight
grants my deliverance tonight finishing their cruel refusal
Harbour instinct denying their right of pure consciousness
to relish the delight of painless recollection strained by perusal
Apr 15
Changing weather of maltreated alchemy wise with flame
retreating brother culling your sister seconded in time
for me to escape the heraldry tuned in and then drifting
to the sound of clouds dying in premature rivers of ice
Apr 16
Mama, where have they all gone ?..Their blood runs free !
Their faces are pillows in the mist, cushioned from view.
Tee totalling teeth terrify the abscess they remember
Almost apologetically droplets appear on the displaced
Apr 17
Your fall from grace is only failed illusion
Our climb together silences the faded grind
Only the watery graves of collapsing minds
Allow immersion under our blatant sky
Apr 18
Lifestyle ingenuity primes their juice to survive
Collaboration reflects murder of peace men of tide
Recreating their improvisation of jeopardy's mind
Contamination neglects further Greece genocide
Apr 19
Elusive, secretive port of discovery alive in fear
Scripting, tripping a wake-a-thon won't peter out
Ritalin, administered from secrets you don't hear
Another, bites the dust sowing new seed of doubt
Apr 20
I'm the witness pertinent in distress
Failing to deliver under duress
manic mannequins state their incest
with lusting empire failing to impress
Apr 21
Secret societies and subversive mind control
Spiritual fluid gifted from our local high tor
Strengthen resolve for no hiding place soul
Separation governs history's compliant ichor
Apr 22
It's the sweat from my heart sliding on down
that you confuse with the blood on your frown
your ally has turned and disturbs neo-finance
not come into view till the ship docked in silence
Apr 23
Duty crushed the ice petal cringing in the sly wind
Armed with a revolution your dream forgets to begin
Glory of victory parades like garrotted angels of grit
Longing for a qualified future of absolved judicial wit
April 24
Abiding to government decree for vanity to be
a gliding to love her and be free or sanity to see
That is the question in the 'royal' media today
Shakespeare for over 15's is the order of the day
Apr 25
Early slide into discomfort brings lone wolf, whistling
He knows I am breathing ice with virtue, glistening
Shame our settlement is dead to a council's touch
Bribing the fame of our culture leader, just too much
Apr 26
This is it, our slaughtered pride skulking inside
Creaming your sensuality with ripened vine tryst
Hissing tit, with snake-eyed storm and swirling tide
Dreaming a men's reality of wander lust mist
Apr 27
Your journey from burning city on a political arena
leaves taste of genocide in our collective demeanour
Routinely forgotten and conveniently sidestepped
The nineteen twenty two refugees' need never met
Apr 28
Hallowed in appearance devoid of visa clearance
Credentials borrowed and blue, not for critical review
Shallow in experience deployed to please the vagrants
Free menstrual laurel brand new, forgotten tickle is due
Apr 29
Fast and frenetic our life in ruin
Positive connotation is your guess
We have each other and Plymouth Gin
Our children bear tragedy of epic distress
Apr 30
The end of this story or homage to glory
You may decide to show romance re-joined
or lend bare history to manage lies sorely
repaid beside slo-mo finance bit-coin...
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