The Poem It’s a girl, she’s told and I wonder if she smiles Delicate wails on blooming walls Playground brawls and nails chipped Over daisy crowns… Read more “I Wonder If She Smiles”
This is a film for Rhys and her Dad I wrote this poem and directed the film after hearing Rhys’ story She is an incredible young… Read more “Us and Them – Rhys’ Story”
Some fun I was lucky enough to have in celebration of International Left Handed Day this year. For the fellow lefties! Written, Directed & Edited by Sean… Read more “The Oppression of the Left”
Time for Love was published online by BBC The Social in April 2018. It has been watched by over 16 million people, inspired a growing LGBT movement in America called the Time for Love Project, led to a Ted X talk, been translated into 5 languages, won a Royal Television Society 2019 award, The John Byrne April 2018 Award, nominated for Prix Europa 2018, Out D’or Award and longlisted for London Outspoken Prize for Poetry award, and featured in Shortlist, Attitude, Pride, Indy 100, BBC Scotland news, Timeline on BBC Two and other publications, sparking a controversy amongst members of the Catholic church. It also now features in Sean Lionadh’s debut poetry book, Not Normal Anymore.
Director/Poet: Sean Lìonadh
Co-Producer/1st AD: Olivia Reitala
DoP: George Harwood
Animator/3rd AD: Julia Rosner
1st AC: Ross Elliott
2nd AC: Mondo Love
Camera Trainee: Sumaya Moustafa
Art Department & Costume: Zindzi Rocque Drayton and Louise Hitchon
MUA: Ryan McCamon
Directors of Choreography: David Ronan and Hannah Talulah Dixon Wright
Composer: Thomas Hansen
Sound Designer: Kyle Stewart
Colourist: Allan Raffel
Editor: Sean Lìonadh
The Cast (in order of appearance):
Zindzi Rocque Drayton (Neighbour)
Junior Cross (Pregnant Lady)
Katie Power (Roll and Chips Woman)
Amir Tabrizi (Normal Gentleman)
Ailie Haouchine (Friend’s Mum)
Tom Bell (Colleague)
Gordon Hart (Old Man)
Simon Kielty (School Boy)
Sean Russell (School Boy)
Adam Rodger (School Boy)
Leon McNair (School Boy)
Charlotte Yeaman (Kid #1)
Erin Kennedy (Kid #2)
Perry Costello (Bible Basher)
With Thanks To:
Offshore Coffee Shop Glasgow
It’s Glasgow, March and we walk hand in hand in the park.
Now it’s 15:13 and I’m late and I have to make a choice.
We’re both boys, you see.
If you were to go back and look, you’d see a hundred eyes hurry to objectify this hand in hand stance.
It’s a flurried dance of reaction. Some smile, they’re proud and they want me to know.
But there’s a darker shade of brow that balances the books.
The kind of look that challenges, like this is some chess game and I’m in check and I’m second guessing what they might do next.
Point me out to all the pawns in the crowd. Spawn a following whose glowers linger on so that our hands are no longer holding, but dragging glare after glare, snowballing stares, stretching elastic social disgrace through this forbidden space and the scales are well and truly tipped.
Now it’s 15:14, Glasgow, March, 2018 and I have to make a choice.
Have you ever wondered how to say goodbye?
You know, to a friend’s Mum. Do you go in for a kiss in the cheek?
To a colleague, neighbour. Do you hug them or shrug them off?
What if that neighbour is your lover? What if there’s no other way to say goodbye than the one you know will send outcry burning through the matchstick men and women who love to strike up ideals.
I´m a walking meal for the mouths of normality.
And what does that mean, exactly?
We´re normal, he says with his frown but under his wife’s dress and flesh is an unborn baby blessed with one more hour of air before she miscarries and they carry that grief with them to the grave and they are not normal anymore, they are changed and aching.
And that old man, I make him sick, but he writes to Japan at the weekend to get a friend to send him the used knickers you can vend from a machine there. For completely normal purposes of course.
See, normality is a crowd-sourced fantasy but it turns every single silent person in this park into an enemy.
Teenage boys blunder ahead. How much thunder are they carrying in their heads? They should probably be at school drawing straight lines. Sprinting in straight lines. Thinking in straight lines.
When the bell rings, it’s no wonder they want to straighten up anything that curves or bends.
Or her with the roll and chips and the kids. She’d take one salty glance at two guys kiss and be hissing vinegar our way. I´ve got nothing against gays, she´d say, but do you have to do it in front of my kids? And then she runs away. They never do stay long enough to look you in the eyes.
And a bible basher rehashing lies about Jesus like how Poundland rip off Mini Cheddars and sell them on as Cheese Savouries. Because it seems to me that Jesus saved a lot of time when he died for all our crimes that he would’ve wasted teaching small minds that love is no sin. See him, he thinks its faith but under all that din, it tastes like cardboard and it smells like hate.
And I may sound angry, but I’m just scared. Because in the midst of this and this and that, there’s one person I’m not looking at. Because a face looks different in the daylight than in the night where at least there’s no-one staring but you’re always wearing worry lines and looking at the time because the last train home is always waiting.
Because this should be a small choice, and there’s all this noise in my head.
I should be holding a hand and I’m holding shame instead.
But I’m letting it go. No. I won’t keep weighing it up, I’ll put my muscles at ease.
And they’re 30% of my mass by the way. I’m a homosapien.
Elbows. Knees. 60% water flooding, 7% blood rushing.
And half a percent beating heart.
So why is a goodbye kiss no walk in the park?
Half a percent doesn’t sound like much, but it’s enough.
It’s 15:15, Glasgow, March 2018 after all.
You’d think it was just about time for love.
She said the Scissor Man hadn’t come There were no scissors left for me to cut and craft Or play the paper games she’d taught me Art… Read more “The Scissor Man”
The crack that sounds between the single beds. Pushed together to promise a world built for two.
We push the rolling stone back up the hill for it wasn’t us who sinned or killed.
Suddenly, you are the carrot and the stick. The baby and the abortion. The truth and the contortion.
The Handover is a short film that follows Jack and Molly as they cross a service station bridge alone – the distance between parents.
Social Circles is a short film series for BBC The Social that explores cycles of the modern age.