Last night I read a whole collection of new poems from my creative writing coursework. One I named after a Henry Holland patishe t-shirt I have called ‘Blow Bubbles Not Bombs’ and the whole set was based around love but that poem was probably the most personal and it wasn’t about relationships, and less moaning about guys is defos a good thing! I was really pleased with the collection so I hope I get a good mark. My housemate Kirstie, and my friend Laura came to support me, which was cool as the crowd wasn’t as packed as usual! Laura said even though I did a lot of ‘page’ poems I did them well and I seemed really professional, so yay!
I ended the set with a sneak preview of what me and my frex Will are gonna be doing at the Late Shift next Wednesday (20th April) at the Sainsbury’s Centre in Norwich. It’s basically him on guitar as an “assisstant” as Hasina, the event organiser, called him haha! I will be singing and doing poetry and luckily Laura said she’d come so that’ll be cool. Anyway, we did ‘Drama’ and people thought it was cool!
Omg! It’s suprising how much “poetry beef” (as The Ruby Kid has referred to it!) there is on the scene. One of the poets who I know from uni did a poem about another one of my friend’s and even though it was funny and spot on and a brilliant poem, I feel a bit bad because I imagine he won’t take it so well. She’s going to email it to him but I think if he was there when she read it, it may have provoked debate so may have a more negative consequence now.
Gossip gossip! I was excited a while back to find out that Time Clare is going out with a girl from Bearsuit. Most amazing couple or what?!
Last Thursday night LitSoc put on an event with CWS… though actually I think only one of our collaborators was there. Anyway, this is possibly the last event we’re going to put on, but I’m hoping to put on another one. I really want to pay the performers but I don’t think we have enough money… maybe on the next!
Anyway, we had to host as a committee (apart from Helen because she doesn’t like public speaking) because our host pulled out last-minute… very unprofessional haha. We started off with a CWS open mic but the only member that came had to go away for something and so there wasn’t really any of their input but whatever. I was the “sacrificial poet” first in the open mic and we had a decent number of people get up to read.
The night consisted of Catherine Woodward, followed by Grenouilles, and I was meant to go on then but I cut my set out so the night would run more smoothly (hence why I did the open mic instead). Then Greta Healy and Hannah Walker gave us some poetry, and Robyn Comfort began with poetry and moved onto music.
Ending the night was Russell J Turner, Ashley Johnston, and Tim Clare. I was really happy with how the evening went down, but I think I’m getting a bit too comfortable in my university bubble because I had rather too much wine to drink. I stupidly left mid-way through Tim Clare’s set because a couple of friends were going out and apparently it was a “now or never” situation. I feel really stupid and guilty for leaving and really regret it. It’s something I’d be totally against when sober and if Captain of the Rant saw me that night, he’d be saying “now who’s rude? now who’s the dickhead?! hmmm?!”
I guess I got what I deserved. I ended up at “Nowhere” and somehow was dancing on my own, wondering where one of the people I came with had gone but figuring I may as well just enjoy myself until we were reunited. I had an urge at the beginning of the night to do a cart-wheel but we were busy setting up so I didn’t. You better believe repressed urges will come out. I decided to use an empty space to do a cart-wheel. Now, this is something I would do sober as well, and have memories of doing it at kid’s birthday parties in my childhood, so I don’t know if I can entirely blame the alcohol for… maybe I can blame the club, or the dark lighting.
Anyway, I did the cart-wheel and I did it on a load of broken glass. My hand got cut first and so I fell onto the floor and hurt my knee. I was really embarrassed and rushed to the bar where I told them my hand really hurt and that I “thought” it was bleeding. I looked down and there was blood going everywhere (including my lovely dress… it’s okay guys, it came out in the wash, thank god! It’s vintage you see). I was taken to the back room and they got the first aid kit out and bandaged me up, but the guy said that if I cared what my knee looked like I needed to go to A&E. I remember being quite casual about it because I didn’t think that I needed more than what he’d done, and I didn’t really want to go but him saying that obviously freaked me out… I didn’t really want a deformed knee.
So… memory blank… somehow I got there. Taxi I guess. I waited for 3 hours and had nothing to do. I had left my poetry and my iPod at the LitSoc event. I wasted loads of texts and even tried calling my dad, and a friend I’d planned to call at the weekend. It was past 2am so I didn’t get through. I bought some crisps and a cookie from a machine. I felt so depressed and lonely and just sat there for hours until I got so frustrated with everyone being seen apart from me that I started crying. Not noticeably, just silently to myself. I just wanted my parents there but they are in London and I am in Norwich.
Eventually I was seen and it was revealed it was a complete waste of time. I didn’t even need stitches. They just washed my hand (which had been previously glued) and then put these strips on my knee (which my dad said were butterfly stitches, but still… not proper stitches). I got an expensive taxi home for £8 and when I arrived at mine at like 5am, the guy wouldn’t stop talking about how Shakespeare doesn’t exist. I mean, bless him, but at 5am I just wanted to go to sleep before attempting at my busy day whilst being all tired and hungover.
It’s my housemate, Kristy’s birthday today so we’ve just made her fairy cakes and put them on this amazing cake stand we got her from Notty Green. I’ve been listening to Funeral for a Friend’s new album Welcome Home Armageddon and it’s great! More like the old stuff, wooo! It’s been sunny and I’ve been wearing pink jeans and been in a good mood considering my preoccupation with a guy that doesn’t feel the same as me and general loneliness that creeps over me sometimes. And random waves of panic about my life in general. Anyway, before I start getting too personal and bitching about other stuff that’s annoying me, I’ll end.
Right, I’m going to attempt to make this short and sweet but it’s not something I find easy to do but I’d really love to do a bit more of my dissertation and also need to do ironing and washing up and make a packed lunch tonight as I won’t have time for dinner (I had dinner at lunch though… SCALLOPS! left over mixed beans and French Stick drizzled with olive oil and scattered with salt YUM!)
Okay, so I was gutted Liam Parkin had to pull out of his set because it was a bit of a surprise to me he was even doing it, as he’s part of the LitSoc committee and he’s never mentioned it! I was on second… I’m not sure what the first guy’s name was but he reminded me of the bands I used to see when I was a teenager (God, that’s weird to say) and I also got an email from this thing where a lot of these old bands were on and I can’t find anything on Facebook about them so they’re probably all finished. Anyway, I knew/recognised all the front row which was a bit weird, Josh seemed to be occupied with a carrier bag for most of the night but it made for later jokes and he waited to have his cigarette until after me, yay! Even though I was doing a lot of performance stylee stuff. I wasn’t in the mood in the day so was glad I got into it when I was there.
Billy Hallett was good, I suppose… haha, but he has just pulled out of the LitSoc event that’s tonight so I can’t find many kind words for him at the moment. He had lots of friends there though and I had, like, one, so that was good. Josh read his poetry but he’d said he wasn’t really in the mood and you could tell, though the kind of blasé way can be part of the charm. I just like listening to the words, it’s nice.
The other poet that was on was Tabby Farrar. Josh had looked her up on Google, and pictures of her on the Font Magazine website. I thought it was a shame that these pictures came up before her poetry as I’m all for making money from it, but if poetry is your passion, personally I would find it disappointing if that were the case for me. Then again, maybe she doesn’t have much online presence (I think I’m on A LOT of websites). The pictures were hot though! I think I’m a little bit jealous; the pictures online seem pretty fucking cool, but I wasn’t even that great at modelling with my clothes all on the one time I tried it and would love to have the confidence to attempt at being “sexy” rather than constantly smiling (or the occasional pout when drunk). Then again, maybe if I was 17 pounds lighter and had breasts 3 cup sizes bigger, and two inches taller, MAYBE I would be more confident. There’s no way I would be able to lie on my back because I would look like a flabby man. Ha! Anyway, on the night, Tabby reminded me a bit of a mix between me when I was younger and someone I know from home. I started off doing lots of poems about sex (or rather about dancing but alluding to sex, as I didn’t actually have sex until I was 19) and drinking and guys… and I still do, but I try to expand more. She spoke to me in the interval and was very sweet and complimentary about my set.
A couple of Canadian people spoke to me as well. One of which was a guy called Devon, and although he didn’t have his band with him, his solo act was great and I could imagine it would be even more amazing with his bandmates and without the guitar crackling problems. He referred to a ‘she poet’ in his set, which Tabby assumed was her at first, probably from her friends saying it though… I wouldn’t have assumed it was me anyway… BUT turns out it was her because he went up to her and I had to approach him. Oh well, I got a second-hand download voucher, wow, looks like it has 13 tracks, nice one! Adam Warne, a comedy act, was hilarious! The night ended on The Woodland Creatures, who were in the same vein as The Middle Ones, and yet unique in their own right and that was lovely to finish on.
I then went to queue up for Lola Lo’s to meet my housemates, but after half an hour I gave up. Probably for the best as I’m going to be super productive now! I just need to pick the poems I’m going to read tonight…
Poet on page and stage. Creator of She Grrrowls. Facilitator. Writer. 