December 18th, 2006 | 2 Comments
A tip top evening in December – thanks to everyone who came and especially to those who performed. A really great atmosphere and some class writing to boot. Great to see everyone bounding in wide-eyed and bushy-tailed, buzzin’ with stuff they’d been working on over the last month. And brilliant to see some new [...]
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Joanne reading her own work:
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EJ reads his own work and dabbles in a little audience participation:
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In the Christmas bustle
The season of ‘goodwill’
Where people barge each other
When queuing for the till
You held the door for me
And I am grateful to you still
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If I look hard enough it will go away.
So I sit and I stare.
This morning I prayed for forgiveness.
December 18th, 2006 | 3 Comments
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I know that it’s naughty
I think of you often
I think that I might
Want to hug with no clothes on
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Joanne reading her own work:
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Cath: Sorry for talking with my mouth full.
Matt: Yes, I’m sorry too, we’re kissing you see.
Cath: I’m Cath.
Matt: I’m Matt and we are a carefully, cleverly sculpted piece of marble.
Cath: It’s true. We are sculpture and we are marble but we are also ‘Kiss’, by Marc Quinn.
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Becky reads her own work ‘Scorched’.
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Sally reads her own work ‘Song’.
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Helen Cadbury reads her own work ‘Sestina for Rachel’.
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Rachel reads from her short story ‘Passing Through’.
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A shadow puppet spider prepares
with some difficulty, drunk almost,
to pounce upon the slumbering creature,
this one not crawly nor an inkless doodle;
symptom of insomnia. This creature, a girl,
all beautiful in her foetal comfort, rests.
The silhouetted arachnid pauses, then morphs,
clumsily, into a rabbit. She doesn’t like spiders.
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Quiet today. That’s strange.
They’re usually brimming
with no end of verbosities.
Two lads, 11 or 12, on their way
home on the tram, travel-pass in hand.
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Read by his great-grandson Richard Crowther.
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I sat beside my fireside,
One dark and stormy night.
The rain came down in torrents,
Some people alarmed at the sight.
I thought of the gallant miner
Who works for our warmth and light.
Hard at work at the coal face,
Deep down in the mine.
So play the game with the miner,
Don’t drive him [...]