A Week of Poetry

This is going to be a hectic week. I’ll be going to three poetry nights, at least. Hopefully I’ll be able to read at least twice, and hear some amazing words. That’s the only way to learn, watching others and seeing their energy and skill. I’m not a natural performer, so I know there are always ways I could improve my readings. Like actually learning my poems by heart so I’m not actually on stage reading. Yes, I don’t remember my own words.

I went to a spoken word open mic last night which ended up rather interesting, with the entire gig being shut down and thrown out for the terrible crime of swearing. (Oh, and maybe the stuff about killing the royal family to trade them in with heaven for our beloved dead celebrities.) Censorship is sad. But so many excellent poets and musicians came to Belper. This needs to happen more. Hopefully this ridiculous incident won’t have scared them away forever. There was a decent sized audience, so maybe this town is ready for another spoken word event, hosted somewhere a little less censorious.

I decided to make a list in case anyone reading is from around Derby or Nottingham and fancies hearing some words.

Twisted Tongues, tomorrow night, The Old Bell, Derby. I’ve got a coveted pre-booked spot, so will try my best to make it count.

Possibly Ten Minute Tongues on Wednesday at the lovely Alley Cafe Bar in Nottingham.

Or Poetical, next day, same venue. There are some seriously good poets performing.

Friday will be Word Wise, at The Maypole in Derby. Last time I was there was a truly amazing open mic night, really good vibes. This time the excellent Jamie Thrasivoulou is running the night and has got some top class poets. Like this guy.

Then on Saturday I’ll rest. Nah just kidding, it’s my friend’s birthday party thing. Maybe Sunday will be a day of rest for me, just as the good lord intended? Although, there is an amazing charity gig on in Derby that night. And as all this travelling and stuff is going to have left me skint, it’s lucky that entry for this is in return for donations of food, clothing or blankets. And I have some nice things to give.

I just have one question. Why, oh why, is everything on in the same week?

And one wish. I wish I had hard copies of my pamphlet already, to try and sell at these events, but they’re in the post. Hopefully they will turn up soon, I can’t wait to see my first ever book.

 

 

A Week of Poetry

Goal Report: 27 years

Tomorrow I turn 27. A dangerous age. But what have I achieved in this past year of my life? I had plenty of goals last birthday, and of course I had plenty of ideas at New Year. So, how did I do?

Get Fit

  • I still need to bike more. Still need to learn how to ride on the road without being a traffic hazard.
  • GOAL ACHIEVED: Tenby Half Marathon!
  • However, my physio now says, no more running until my wonky knee is fixed 😦
  • I was doing a Youtube yoga course, and it was good.  But, I drifted away after a couple of months. I should get back on this.
  • I still eat a lot of cheese. But also I cook some delicious healthy vegetable and fish based meals. Goal still in progress, I guess.
  • Goal achieved-ish: Quit smoking, again. I vape a bit. And am still known to steal cigs when drunk. But generally, I don’t smoke any tobacco.
  • GOAL WAS RIDICULOUS, NEVER GONNA HAPPEN MATE: Drink once or twice a week, at most.

Writing

  • My poetry pamphlet, Thou Shalt Not Suffer, is about to be published
  • I didn’t manage to do much else though. Polish and submit poems and short stories I already have? NOPE
  • Write more stuff. Kinda?
  • Keep blogging. Patchy. Very patchy.
  • Get some work experience/do some journalism/something something professional writer. Something something not gonna happen, something something too vague.
  • I did not do NaPoWriMo in April, because I only realised it was April a week into the month.
  • Still a goal: Daily freewriting
  • Journalling I do, sometimes. Something else to step up with.

Social/Activism

  • I started helping out with Derbyshire Refugee Solidarity. Sorting donations in the warehouse, lifting heavy things, and raising sponsorship with running.

Mental Health

  • Do the therapy and homework (without constant sarcasm). As if I thought I could live without sarcasm? What a fool I can be.
  • I do manage to go to therapy and do my homework (usually). It’s pretty good. I like group.

Other Stuff

  • Everything constantly needs tidying. This does not qualify as a life goal.
  • I still want to do some art.
  • And learn to knit. My bro gave me this. Reckon I can do it? knit-a-friend-kit-myles-monkey
  • NEW GOAL: Learn to drive. Watch out!
  • Other new goal: Learn violin. I got my old violin back. I’m sure the neighbours will be overjoyed
  • Other other goal: Get better at poi.
  • Adventures will always be a goal

 

OK, I’ve been semi-successful in some areas. I haven’t achieved absolutely nothing. I was deeply unimpressed with the whole birthday thing, because it underlines how my life is passing by while I waste time. But maybe I’ve done a few things, positive things which are better than nothing.

 

Goal Report: 27 years

Gratitude

It’s been a rough week. But I have so much to be grateful for.

One Mic was amazing. Maybe the best performance of my life,and definitely the best audience and the best vibes. It was a room full of love (and a little chaos, and sometimes bread). The other performers were varied, interesting, talented – that’s what I really love about a good open mic, when it’s really open and you get an absolutely surprising selection, from classic covers to the never-before-conceived-of, from nervous poets clutching notebooks to the singer with the sure voice  of a lark, all there for the cause of creativity, entertainment, sending a message. All there together, to communicate and celebrate with a roomful of human beings.

I am grateful that people put in the effort to arrange events, that people care to come play, speak, sing, watch. I’m grateful that I got the chance to perform and that people were touched by my words.

I have a skill I can use to make  vibrations in the ether. It’s time to start using my words. There’s nothing so ungrateful as wasting a gift.

Gratitude