Sunday, March 10, 2013

Be in the Spotlight, Alan Cooke, Wild Irish Poet March 11, 2013
Monday March 11  11:00pm in UTC


Alan Cooke has been an actor writer and film maker since the 90's. He was born in Ireland and moved to New York in 2001 for 5 years. He has appeared on stage as an actor in Ireland London and New York. He left Ireland with just a suitcase and a small amount of money to arrive in a city four weeks after it had been devastated by 9-11. This was to have a profound impact on his life and work. During his time in New York he walked over ten thousand miles along every avenue , street and borough. He was reshaped over and over again by his extraordinary encounters with the millions of souls in the world's greatest city.

This led to him creating an improvised film about his life in the city as an Irish Immigrant called ' Home.' What started out as a small no budget documentary ended up turning into a multi Emmy nominated film. He got 6 A list stars to become involved in the project including Mike Myers Woody Allen, Susan Sarandon and Woody Allen. They all felt they needed to support a positive film about New York. Alan then went on to win an Emmy for his writing on the film. He continued his writing and acting and developed all his diaries thoughts and musings into what has become his debut literary memoir ' Naked In New York.'

This work is a beginning of a series of books about his journey's all over the world. He then eventually moved back to Ireland. He took another odyssey this time across the length and breath of his native country. He was a changed man from his incredible experiences in America. ' The Spirit of Ireland - An Odyssey Home' is his follow up memoir of the poignant return to his place of birth to rediscover the beauty, sadness, myths and power of Ireland. He is currently trying to develop a documentary film of The Spirit of Ireland. He also has a radio podcast show called ' The Wild Hour Show' which is a series of conversations with artists , actors, writers, singers and explorers from around the world.

Alan will also be releasing a thriller set in Ireland called ' Jack Tully and the Midnight Killer'. The first in a series about the life of a tough heroic small town cop who lives on the wild coast of southern Ireland and his pursuit of the criminal underworld in dark times.

He is now currently living on the west coast of Ireland beside the wild Atlantic Ocean. He still acts and he also creates his own book trailers and narrations for his books. He also creates book trailers for other authors and narrates their books. He teaches master voice classes and Shakespeare. He recently recorded and released an audio version of ' Naked In York which can be found on his own website.

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Bobby Sands Poem- Rhythm of Time - Read by Alan Cooke aka Wild Irish 


The Rhythm Of Time
There's an inner thing in every man, 
Do you know this thing my friend? 
It has withstood the blows of a million years, 
And will do so to the end.

It was born when time did not exist, 
And it grew up out of life, 
It cut down evil's strangling vines, 
Like a slashing searing knife.

It lit fires when fires were not, 
And burnt the mind of man, 
Tempering leandened hearts to steel, 
From the time that time began.

It wept by the waters of Babylon, 
And when all men were a loss, 
It screeched in writhing agony, 
And it hung bleeding from the Cross.

It died in Rome by lion and sword, 
And in defiant cruel array, 
When the deathly word was 'Spartacus'
Along with Appian Way.

It marched with Wat the Tyler's poor, 
And frightened lord and king, 
And it was emblazoned in their deathly stare, 
As e'er a living thing.

It smiled in holy innocence, 
Before conquistadors of old, 
So meek and tame and unaware, 
Of the deathly power of gold.

It burst forth through pitiful Paris streets, 
And stormed the old Bastille, 
And marched upon the serpent's head, 
And crushed it 'neath its heel.

It died in blood on Buffalo Plains, 
And starved by moons of rain, 
Its heart was buried in Wounded Knee, 
But it will come to rise again.

It screamed aloud by Kerry lakes, 
As it was knelt upon the ground, 
And it died in great defiance, 
As they coldly shot it down.

It is found in every light of hope, 
It knows no bounds nor space
It has risen in red and black and white, 
It is there in every race.

It lies in the hearts of heroes dead, 
It screams in tyrants' eyes, 
It has reached the peak of mountains high, 
It comes searing 'cross the skies.

It lights the dark of this prison cell, 
It thunders forth its might, 
It is 'the undauntable thought', my friend, 
That thought that says 'I'm right! '

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