Martin Belk

  • • ABOUT, BIO & CONTACT
    • Bio: Martin Belk
    • Contact!
  • • BOOKS
    • AMY WINEHOUSE: Before Frank / Back to Amy
    • PRETTY BROKEN PUNKS: lipstick, leather jeans, a death of New York
    • SCOTS WHO ENLIGHTENED THE WORLD
    • 100 BEARDS 100 DAYS
  • • ARTICLES
    • Jim Haynes 1933-2021 official memorial The Scotsman
    • GQ + Gap interview & campaign
    • Port Magazine • ICONIC NEW YORK
    • City AM Tribute to Iain Banks
    • Scottish Review of Books
      ‘A BALLAD OF READING IN GAOL’
    • Prague Writers’ Festival
      SILENCE = DEATH
  • • PROJECTS
    • BANKSOPHILIA
      Farewell website done with & for the late Iain Banks
    • Polmont Young Offender’s Prison Writing Programme
    • flashback ’96: Live @nd InConcert – the first NYC music webcast starring Debbie Harry from Squeezebox! & Don Hill’s
  • •• LATE SUPPER Podcast
    • LATE SUPPER at the MIDNIGHT DINER • podcast
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NYC Pretty Broken Punks launch a success!

August 29, 2016 by martinbelk

We launched the NYC version of the book which includes newly discovered photos, (with my snazzy Wigstock image taken with the fabulous Candis Cayne)  and previewed the stage play with my opening monologue, featuring actor JD Cerna. Sold out room, enthusiastic crowd at BGSQD…everyone’s very grateful!

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The incredible JD Cerna brings life to PUNKS!

 

 

 

 

 

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Pretty Broken Punks: Official NYC & USA version book launch + opening monologue to stage play preview at BGSQD, West 13th Street

14 May 2016

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MLB with Geraldine Sweeney — colleague, fellow writer & Chief Strategy Advisor at New York City’s Mayor’s Office

 

 

Filed Under: M-L-BLOG: Tagged With: New York City, Pretty Broken Punks, Squeezebox!

Review: PLAYGROUND by Peter Hamilton, Clockschool Theatre Company

November 7, 2015 by martinbelk

Screen Shot 2015-11-07 at 13.52.50Through the mirrored lenses of mental illness and delectable absurdity, Peter Hamilton takes us to his Playground— an effortless exploration of existentialism within the confines of involuntary restraints: simply put, the play is an out-in-out head trip. Within the context of serial killings, arrested development, people abused with drug treatments and (in)equality of the commune, Playground invites us on a journey into the perceptions and pursuits of (un)happiness.

Key to the Fringe success of Playground is the informed, intelligent ensemble cast. When Danny (Richard Fish) beckons a journey via his mental challenges we follow, disarmed by the implied frailty; Bella (Sarah Quist) eerily navigates through song then circumstance, and we relinquish the path; as Inspector Mitchell (Dan Maclane) proposes to solve the troubles, we recognise the uneasy misgivings of trusting authority; as Deputy Inspector Birch (Christopher James Barley) shrewdly & skillfully reveals his stratified personalities — from whimsical schoolboy to undercover coquette to lamenting public servant — we’re reminded of the perils of identity; while Stuart (Simon Every) reveals himself, we are challenged with the societal perversion of innocents; and finally with Carolyn (Josie Ayers) we return to an uneasy home with the teacher/librarian/neighbour we once loved, but didn’t bother to save from ostracism. Of special delight at last nights’ performance, was stand-in actor Matilda Kime reading the part of Tamsin on-book, who used her pages as intended props with precision — very much in favor of the abstract world of the play. “Why should you have to do something with your life?” indeed.

Sound heavy? To the contrary, the pièce de résistance of Playground is the acerbic wit — we’re compelled to laugh at the most special of needs — giving the audience a precarious precipice on which to engage. Political Correctness discarded, with a purpose. The stage direction avoids heavy-handedness and overstatement supporting the twisted atmosphere. The strongest part of Playground is in the presentation but quick abandon of obvious, trite storylines — in this case melodramas of love, or cheap coincidence fall on the sadistic sword of dramatic savvy. And Thank God a new avant garde is emerging to challenge the prescription-drug status quo before we lose another generation of misfit toys to Ritalin. The play is alive, and thankfully in a theatre, with people — as opposed to celluloid projected on a wall to die.

A progressive work in progress, I look forward to the next incarnation of this collaborative project, where the spirits of Brecht and George Bernard Shaw might soon be inclined to accept an invitation for a tea in this brave new valley of dolls. In terms of a subject still considered taboo — because we awkwardly laughed, we learned. Theatre, about the (supposed) brain-dead for a thinking audience — a welcome role reversal.

 

Playground, Clockschool Theatre Company, at The Old Red Lion Theatre through 7 November. For more info: Old Red Lion Theatre.

 

-MLB

Filed Under: M-L-BLOG:, Review Tagged With: Drugs, London, Mental Illness, Theatre

Martin’s Minute: 9/11 – the greatest show out on earth

September 11, 2015 by martinbelk

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I don’t believe the ‘official’ story.

I will never support the perpetual war and criminals that sprang out of the fall.

Please don’t wave your flags at me,

or tell me how God is on our side,

I don’t have a side.

I have an intellect, and a conscience.

-MLB

Filed Under: M-L-BLOG: Tagged With: New York City, NYC

Martin’s Minute (short post, big idea): How John Lahr saved me from September, 2015.

September 8, 2015 by martinbelk

Screen Shot 2015-09-08 at 14.51.47The usual relentless stentorian bombast of the ‘McBillion tickets served!’ aside, this year’s Edinburgh Fringe Festival left me generally underwhelmed.

A recent conversation with a bigwig producer in NYC about the dumbing down of our society, and the mediocrity of the agora gave me pause.

The thought of having to re-word & re-submit that funding application o-n-e m-o-r-e t-i-m-e gives me agida.

Other than the shrill of January, September is perhaps my least favourite time of year. If according to Rimbaud, “Spring brought the idiots’ frightful laughter,” September brings their precocious Christmas chatter. ach-em.

But then, this budding playwright wanders into Mr Barr’s London Literary Salon, and a talk with fellow expat New Yorker John Lahr – probably the only living man qualified to speak on a grand, global scale about acting, performance and theatre. He reads and discusses his new book: Joy Ride.

“Part of the theater’s big magic is its ability to exhilarate; […] to put us beside ourselves, to banish gravity, to call out our most buried feelings, to make the moment unforgettable, to kill time. That’s its joy ride.”

“If we need better plays—and we do—we also need better audiences.

Quoting Tallulah Bankhead to a would-be actress: “If you want to help the American theater don’t be an actress, dahling, be an audience.”

“Theater is an artisanal industry in a ethnological age. Everything about it goes against the grain of our distracted, fast-moving cultural moment. A play requires an audience to work […] in a film, the audience sees what the director wants it to see; with a live production, the audience must take more responsibility…”

Quoting George Bernard Shaw: “The play was good but the audience was terrible.”

Quoting Fanny Brice: “There’s no director who can direct you like an audience.”

“Terrorism makes a spectacle of absurdity, in which pain unmakes the world. Theatre, which attempts to understand our pain, makes a spectacle of meaning and coherence.

Now, more than ever, theatre is not only a demonstration of courage but an engineer of it.”

Thank you, Mr Lahr. You saved me from September. I’ve always relied upon the strangeness of kindreds.

-MLB

Filed Under: M-L-BLOG:, People to Know: Tagged With: Damian Barr's Literary Salon, John Lahr, Joy Ride, London, New York City, Theater, Theatre

Hurricane Bond Hits London! reflections on Mx Justin Vivian’s – My Model / My Self at Vitrine Gallery, London

May 6, 2015 by martinbelk

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I never cease to be amazed at the sophistiated creativity that continues to emerge from the 80s-90s East Village New York City scene — which I enjoyed and knew at the time as merely a safe haven for a band of misfits. Never underestimate the short bus. From Rupaul to Antony Hegarty to John Cameron Mitchell and many others, Gotham has purely gone global. Mx Justin Vivian Bond’s show at Vitrine, London is informed and cohesive, with a strong personal narrative — my favorite kind of art. The diptych portraits of Mx JVB juxtaposed with model Karen Graham are soft and alluring, yet bear a compelling human-ness that lifts the figures beyond the surface, and creates a conversation between the deities and observer. Although I’m not a professional art critic, I did notice that Mx JVB’s technique is precise, and does not rely on laissez-faire watercolouring of the inattentive hand.

Screen Shot 2015-05-06 at 11.12.06 (2)Taking this from ‘show’ to ‘experience’, which many attempt but few manage, is how Mx JVB steps beyond the fourth wall of the gallery space in the front window. Upon arrival, to my delight, a large crowd gathered outside — not to wait in some queue while vying for some perverted association with fame (which haunts most openings imho) — but to observe the artist transcend the barriers of ‘art’ and present an opportunity for observers, both intentional and passersby.

Dressed in a bright pink silk dress by Graham’s designer Frank Masandrea, we observed Mx JVB perform; taxis shuttling people to and from London Bridge Station slowed to watch us; and local residents on their way home summed up the invasion with piqued curiosity. The walls of the window and inside the gallery was covered with a bespoke wallpaper created from repetitive portraits, reminiscent to me in tone of the rare Warhol gold-leaf sunflower wallpaper — but this art is not ‘pop’ it’s present, a presence — complete with an intimate boudoir installation highlighting the relationship between the two characters. The atmosphere intimate, the crowd congenial, the conversation sublime. As a complete bonus, with a fortuitous announcement yesterday by the fine people at the Oxford English Dictionary, the prefix ‘Mx’ (pronounced ‘M-ix’) has been made official – a pure highlight of the event.

Screen Shot 2015-05-06 at 11.32.17In the wee-early 90s, I met a Justin Bond, who in all honesty never ocurred to me as strictly male, female, or this or that. To me, Justin has always been Justin, simply a beautiful, determined being. Along the way Justin adopted, dare I say co-promoted, the gender-neutral prefix, which I first noticed on JVB’s web site. Now it’s official — a far cry from the raucous word-police vitriol of late — and to me curiously appealing, inviting, and freeing.

Now the only question I have for Mx Bond is: what is to become the associative pronoun-nomitive? Mr = ‘him’, Miss/Mrs/Ms = ‘her’ and so forth. What is to be used with ‘Mx’ and take the incredible chore out of sentence-crafting for articles and reviews like these? But au contraire, perhaps that’s the point: get rid of them all. Look at people as humans. Struggle to redefine…

What? Art, ideas, artists, stepping forward, affecting life? Being alive? Instead of, like Quentin Crisp said, being ‘hung on a wall to die,’ or buried in the comments section of some gossip column?

I know at least two old ladies on a wealthy pension who’ll drink to that.

-mlb, London 6 May 2015

 

 

Mx Justin Vivian Bond • JustinBond.com

My Model / My Self

through 13 June 2015

Vitrine Gallery

185 Bermondsey Street, London SE1 3UW
020 7407 6496

 

thanks to Christopher J Barley for additional photos

Filed Under: M-L-BLOG:, Review Tagged With: ARt, artists, Justin Bond, London, Mx Justin Vivian Bond, Performance, Vitrine Gallery

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