Fizz 8

Polesworth Refectory Polesworth

Organiser Mal Dewhirst has a sure touch in the guest poets he invites to Polesworth, and this months Fizz was no exception.

Matt Merritt was the headline attraction whose debut collection, Troy Town, was published by Arrowhead in 2008, with a chapbook, Making The Most Of The Light, by HappenStance coming out in 2005.

His poetry has appeared in magazines and anthologies in the UK, USA, Canada and Australia, Matt lives locally, and works as a journalist for Bird Watching magazine. His most recent collection, from which he read extensively, “Hydrodaktulopsychicharmonica”, is available from Nine Arches Press.

I have seen Matt perform before at Shindig in Leicester, but his large body of work meant that much of what I heard I was listening to for the first time. ”Dreams From the Anchor Church” was particularly strong, taking us back to Anglo- Saxon times in which he “struck out with my face to the future/to find myself walking through the past”.

His affection for history also manifested itself in “Drinking With Godberd” as he visited the Robin Hood legend. Matt’s connection with natural themes, whether it was the Chirimoya fruit of South America, or the Swifts of Leicestershire, engaged and delighted in equal measure. Those wishing to explore his work further should visit his blog site at: http://polyolbion. blogspot. com/

RELAY RACE

Mal himself revisited his recent successes at the Nuneaton Poetry Day with his collaborative poem “ In a Single Moment”, and “Nuneaton”, in which he traced the subterranean flow of the River Anker. He also trailed news of his upcoming project this Saturday 23rd July which will see ten poets travelling around the Midlands writing poetry in a relay race with one poet passing the baton to the next poet who will add the next part of the poem.

The relay starts in Stoke on Trent and then on to Burton On Trent, The next stop is Polesworth where Mal will take the baton before passing it on at Hatton Country world, following with Worcester/Droitwich, Malvern Hills, Bromyard, Highley, Telford and finishing in Stafford. The Poets will travel on a minibus being collected as they take the baton, The poem will be read at each of the locations as it grows on it journey around the Midlands.

The ten parts of the poem will be attached to ten pigeons from the Birmingham Pigeon Project and released in Stafford, back to the loft in Birmingham, the final order of the poem being decided by the order in which the pigeons arrive back at the loft. The event itself is part of a series of events organized in the run up to the 2012 London Olympics as part of the Cultural Olympiad.

As always the supporting cast of open –micers excelled, none more so than Barry Patterson whose lyrical tribute to the Apollo moon landing was a joy. Gina Coates observations on Body Image were sharp, whilst “Citizen Andy Biddulph” kept the home fires of the revolution burning with his customary anti-capitalist diatribes, some culled from his embryonic website “The Luddite”. Fizz 9 meets on September 20th at Polesworth Refectory at 7. 30pm. 19-07-11

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Body Image

Too tight, too big, too low too small
It never quite fits the way that she is
The straight down hips, the protruding ribs

She can buy kids clothes, looks like a doll
Aspiring to the appearance of a juvenile
To regress playing hide and seek for a while

His milky arms pause in contemplation
Youthful beauty paraded and bare
Sculpted chin ,supple calf beyond compare

In the room the women come and go
Talking of Michelangelo

Bacchanalian excess wild conflagration
Yet never quite enough to sate the pain
From the outside in, gorging refrain

A grotesque weight bears down
Willing wilful disfiguration
The final gulp sweet peroration

Cat walk strut alluring sway
Turn that shoulder then walk this way

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Lichfield Festival – The Lounge & George Performances

The Pre-Show Get Together

This year the Lichfield Festival has been a curious affair, seemingly top heavy with high ticket out-of –town performers, and light of local talent.

Poetry, save for the appearance of Carol Ann Duffy, has been poorly served. That is a huge shame. Thriving poetry groups operate in Lichfield, Polesworth and Burton with several more close by. Performance poets with a national reputation also perform across the Midlands.

So the appearance of Lichfield Poets at the Lounge cafe and the George Hotel, both in Bird St, for two, free, twenty minute performances, was welcome to all enthusiasts of spoken word- and they did not disappoint.

Performing poetry to an audience of the curious, who are free to leave at any moment, is no easy task. Lichfield poets tackled this by sheer weight of numbers. There were seven performers reading quick fire poems that rarely lasted more than a minute or so woven together by a central presenter who introduced the performers and poems to keep things moving at a brisk pace, and it worked. The art is not one of literary brilliance but of a neat idea and a memorable turn of phrase to hook the audience.

UNIFYING CALL

Janet Jenkins opened wisely with the unifying call of “We Want to Be Together” whilst later entertaining with tales of a copulating frog stunned by a mobile phone which she had dropped, and some errant false teeth. The zeitgeist of a mid summer’s downpour was captured by Jan Arnold with “Two Umbrellas”, and she shamelessly flirted with her “Little Black Dress of Desire”.

Two poets stood out with their humour. Brian Asbury has a robust acting resume and his confidence and projection held him in good stead with “The Aardvark and the Squid” and his “Peculiar Pet (pterodactyl)”. Stephanie Knipe maintained the surreal by warning us of the sentience of Wheelie Bins and the dangers of sending gateau through the post, incorporating content which David Lynch might deem preposterous.

“Naughty Naughty” was a thoughtful vignette on what it is like to be a small child and was well delivered by Marjorie Neilsen. Poems about relationships are meat and drink for poets, but Val Thompson was fearless in performing “A Well Worn Marriage” with her husband in the audience!

Perhaps she was hoping that forgetfulness, as explored in her sharply observed “Automatic Recall” would come into play? Yet it was her evergreen “Stylist Theresa” which for me has the authenticity and simplicity of Beatles Lyrics circa “Penny Lane and “Eleanor Rigby”, which shone. The two sets closed with “Lichfield”, an impressive, evocative cinq cinquaine, which had been written, and was performed, collaboratively.

And so the performance drew to a close, in two venues, over two and a half hours. A resounding success, hopefully it will provide a platform for similar such events in the future. 16-07-11

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Take Five

Grey skies
Shroud for mans toil
Home of heavy metal
Trusty workshop to an empire
Sweet dust

Proof house
Proofed not proven
The armourers true friend
Cannon rifles and pistols bear
Its mark

Crowds roar
Test match drama
The Kop singing the blues
Tall tales of heroes and villans
As one

Roads hum
Spaghetti hub
Drawing in, taking out
Carriageways to prosperity
Still home

Mixed up
Colours and creeds
Cathedrals and mosques call
Diverse tongues with a common voice
Rich blend

(Anchor
World wide symbol
Mathew Boulton’s sure stamp
All the finest jewellery bears
Its mark)

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Second Thoughts- Seconded

My response to Amy Rainbow’s “I Don’t”, “I Don’t Either”, elicited a further response from her. I naturally felt obliged to reply:

Second Thoughts

Your proposal was in jest?
Well yes, you’re bound to say that now.
Did your mother put you up to it?
The shrivelled old cow.
When you went down on one knee
I didn’t know it was a joke
But I like your twisted humour,
You’re quite funny for a bloke.
And that took a lot of bottle,
Men don’t mess with me at all.
It’s not that you’ve impressed me
But, my God, you’ve got some balls.
And you haven’t left me crushed
Or hurt or feeling like a fool
But the bile behind your answer
Was unnecessary, cruel.
Our partnership’s not perfect
But then these things never are
And I’ve spent years and wasted tears
On meaner men by far.
You used to swear you liked your women
Plain, undaubed with slap
But I guess that’s not the first time
That you’ve spouted streams of crap.
And for you to scorn my style
And mention Trinny and Susannah,
They too, like you, are out of date,
You fashion-clueless spanner.
So I have a streak of silver hair?
I’m not sure where that’s leading –
Since you’re the one with hair and gums
Relentlessly receding.
My tan’s not from a bottle
It’s my natural complexion,
Which you’d realise if you bothered
With a full-body inspection.
And while we’re on the subject
My tattoo’s way more discreet
Than the ink which covers you
Right from your nipples to your feet.
You mentioned kids? No way, José,
That really would be hell,
A life with you is grim enough
Without your spawn as well.
But good for you, you’ve answered back,
The worm has truly turned,
Respect’s not automatic
And mine’s not quickly earned.
To be honest, I’m impressed,
I didn’t think you had it in you
And I’m wondering if this thing of ours
Could possibly continue.
I always thought you liked me
In those tights and kitten heels
But I’ll dump the lot in Oxfam –
No great hassle, no big deal.
The issue with the toilet seat,
You know that’s my pet hate.
Could a compromise be come to?
We could always try Relate.
You are knocking on a bit
But so am I, don’t get me wrong,
What I mean is that for us
Till death do part might not last long.
You’ve the manners of a mongoose
And I can’t abide your snoring
But then life without your freakish ways
Can briskly become boring.
This nymphet you’ve got lined up –
Don’t get ideas above your station,
I’m sure that she exists, my dear,
In your imagination.
I’ve tried out other men
Yet found the passion’s just not there
And how often have our friends said
That we make a perfect pair?
You have piles of imperfections
And you’re sure not Mr. Right
But you’re all there is to hand, I guess.
In other words – I might.

Amy Rainbow
10th July 2011

Second Thoughts – Seconded

I am now in receipt of your poem of July 10
But I really am not sure that I can consider you again
A seconds thought I haven’t even given you for your heartless crime
And if I could, I would give you, even less time
I admit that things have since not gone entirely my way, which is to say
That my position has now become somewhat, well quite a lot, worse
As will become apparent, in this plangent tear stained verse.

The blond bimbo who seduced me and promised such sexual heaven
Has cruelly deserted me for an estate agent called Kevin
I see that your capacity for vitriol
Is clearly undiminished
And you still delight in humiliating me
Even though we are still finished

You complain that my fingers did not caress
That my hands were slow to roam,

Well maybe, perhaps rightly

But that is the irrefutable effect of a
Neck high cotton winceyette nightie,
You see – and weird ,genital jewellery……….
That rattled, while on, you endlessly prattled
About something or another
Invariably my mother
Which was not nice or wise
But that woman you despised,
For seeing through your tricks and your lies
She would cut you down to size
Which was not a ten as you used to fantasize
But a few sizes larger……………………
And although you tried desperately to shine and impress
That Harvey Nicks bag still held a skirt from BHS

Not that there were not some good times

Seeing you fast asleep, past a door ajar peeping
I loved you most of all then – because you were not speaking
Jehova’s witnesses feared our house
And salesmen would not call
For they knew that if they solicited you
They would leave with bugger all.

You’re intensely annoying, and bolshy and brash
But without me you would have so little to lash
When writing’s a chore and you scream in frustration
I act as your muse and help with punctuation
Although sometimes I find your caustic words riling
I have to confess, that they can also leave me smiling
You’re the mistress of mean and of cold-hearted looks
But it’s me that secretly buys out all of your books
And although first you said ,”I don’t” and not, ” I do”
Your witty entreaty means I now ,” just might” too.

To which Amy replied:

A Change of Heart

Your fickleness is famous
So I knew you’d get in touch
And I fear, my dear, it’s clear as clear,
You did protest too much,
Pretending your own innocence,
Embellishing my vices,
Results of your embarrassing
Belated midlife crisis.
Your Barbie dolled-up girlfriend
Was never going to stay,
I’m just surprised it took two weeks
Before she ran away.
She wanted fresher meat than yours,
That’s plain for all to see,
But Kevin? What a bastard!
He swore that he loved me.
I guess some men are worse than you,
Although that’s hard to swallow.
In honesty, I’m finding that
You’re quite an act to follow.
I miss your witty wittering,
Male escorts bore me stiff,
And it’s not like this is permanent,
It’s more a lovers’ tiff.
I don’t know if it’s healthy
To rake things up again
But I feel you’ve opened up
And that I ought to do the same.
For now I’ll overlook
Your bitter banter and your spite,
And I’ll take you at face value
When you tell me that you might.
You spoke the words I longed to hear
So maybe all’s not lost,
My tongue, at times, is razor sharp
And then I pay the cost.
I can not say I’m sorry –
All I did was speak my mind –
But I may have come across
A tad vindictive or unkind.
I never meant to hurt you,
Not often anyway,
And losing you I will not do,
That price I can not pay.
I realise that from me
Such soppy drivel sounds absurd
But my shrink says I should think
About the impact of my words.
Those times you thought me sleeping,
I watched you, wide awake,
I prayed that you would stay with me,
My heart was fit to break,
For yes, I had suspicions
That your interest had strayed,
What woman wants to witness
That’s she’s cuckolded, been played?
My obsession with your mother –
I know it’s slightly odd
But I’m jealous of the hold she has,
You’re two peas in a pod.
I’ve thrown out those old nighties
And I’m going on a diet,
Apparently you just eat less,
New-fangled, but I’ll try it.
I’m taking out the piercings
And I won’t get any more,
Now the novelty’s worn off I find
They often leave me sore.
Although I’m no spring chicken
And you are no great catch
It’s true, in you, I can’t deny,
I’ve really met my match.
I’ve masked my pain these last few weeks,
Your absence brings such sadness
And life without your tender touch
Is futile, folly, madness.
I’m left bereft, depressed, distressed,
I’m nothing without you,
I’ll love you for eternity,
In other words – I do!

Amy Rainbow

July 12th 2011

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I Don’t – A Relationship Pentalogy

On Thursday I met a brilliant poet called Amy Rainbow, she performed a poem called “I Don’t – A Polite Refusal” which I liked very much and demanded a response, so I quote first Amy’s poem- then offer my reply, “I Don’t Either”. This in turn prompted her “Second Thoughts”, and my “Second Thoughts Seconded”, which in turn resulted in her “Change of Heart”

I Don’t – A Polite Refusal

So you want my hand in marriage,
Want my heart till death do part
And you’re pushing for an answer
But I don’t know where to start.
I feel sick each time I see you,
Overjoyed each time you leave,
You are ugly from the inside out,
Your morals make me heave.
If you held me down at gunpoint
I wouldn’t say I do,
If you set yourself on fire
I wouldn’t piss on you.
If you have one single good point
It’s impossible to spot,
If you needed rope to hang yourself
I’d help you tie the knot,
If you asked me for directions
I’d tell you where to go,
If you ever threatened suicide
I’d come and watch the show.
If you claimed cold words could kill you
I’d calmly call your bluff,
A record-breaking barge pole
Would not be long enough.
If no other man existed
I’d still find a better mate,
If you told me you were dying
I’d help you set the date.
You’re less welcome than a dog poo
Trodden on with both bare feet,
More persistent than a pack
Of wild wolverines on heat,
You’re the scab I can’t stop picking,
You’re the boil that just won’t burst,
You will never be the best man
But you’ll always be the worst.
If I threw the biggest party
You’d be bottom on my list,
I despise you, you disgust me,
I presume you get the gist.
If my subtlety confounds you
And my meaning isn’t clear
Then you’re denser than I realised,
More demented than I feared.
No, I will not ever marry you,
I will not be your wife,
I would rather swallow glass
And gouge my eyes out with a knife.
You’re as thick-skinned as a rhino,
As thick as two short planks,
I’d rather eat my entrails.
In other words – no thanks.

By Amy Rainbow

I Don’t Either

When I asked you to marry me and you said no
I just wanted you to know

That I didn’t mean it.

That I should want us together, it was not so
So you might as well go
Just turn on your heels
There will be no appeals
No lamenting no squeals -just satisfaction

On my part

That you should actually work on the supposition
That my absurd proposition -was serious
I said it for a laugh, it was a joke and a half

And you were the victim.

It would feel just like dying
To have your tights draped about drying
And shoes littering every cupboard floor
And however many you have, always needing more

And the fights over whether the toilet seat should be up or down

When up it would prompt you to mutter and glower
But when down it might be inadvertently showered
And you’d want children , now, that would not be any fun
Because genetically it’s best that of you there’s just one

It’s over, how can I hold any strong passion
For someone committed to last year’s fashions
Someone who should have discovered what make- up was for
Someone for whom Trinny and Susanah would have shown – the door.

I don’t want you any more, the memories are raw, too sore

My mother had warned me that you were not good enough
That you were simply not made of marryable stuff
Your motorbike tattoo forced me into conceding
That you may not have been a woman of the requisite breeding

And your deep bronzed tan came from cans not Cannes
A walking advertisement for downmarket brands
Your highlights are fading just like my love for you
Your roots like your soul are now exposed, as I tell you we are through

I have someone else lined up you see
Someone younger, slimmer, lither
So when you say to me “I don’t”,
I reply, “Well I don’t, either”

My response to Amy Rainbow’s “I Don’t”, “I Don’t Either”, elicited a further response from her. I naturally felt obliged to reply:

Second Thoughts

Your proposal was in jest?
Well yes, you’re bound to say that now.
Did your mother put you up to it?
The shrivelled old cow.
When you went down on one knee
I didn’t know it was a joke
But I like your twisted humour,
You’re quite funny for a bloke.
And that took a lot of bottle,
Men don’t mess with me at all.
It’s not that you’ve impressed me
But, my God, you’ve got some balls.
And you haven’t left me crushed
Or hurt or feeling like a fool
But the bile behind your answer
Was unnecessary, cruel.
Our partnership’s not perfect
But then these things never are
And I’ve spent years and wasted tears
On meaner men by far.
You used to swear you liked your women
Plain, undaubed with slap
But I guess that’s not the first time
That you’ve spouted streams of crap.
And for you to scorn my style
And mention Trinny and Susannah,
They too, like you, are out of date,
You fashion-clueless spanner.
So I have a streak of silver hair?
I’m not sure where that’s leading –
Since you’re the one with hair and gums
Relentlessly receding.
My tan’s not from a bottle
It’s my natural complexion,
Which you’d realise if you bothered
With a full-body inspection.
And while we’re on the subject
My tattoo’s way more discreet
Than the ink which covers you
Right from your nipples to your feet.
You mentioned kids? No way, José,
That really would be hell,
A life with you is grim enough
Without your spawn as well.
But good for you, you’ve answered back,
The worm has truly turned,
Respect’s not automatic
And mine’s not quickly earned.
To be honest, I’m impressed,
I didn’t think you had it in you
And I’m wondering if this thing of ours
Could possibly continue.
I always thought you liked me
In those tights and kitten heels
But I’ll dump the lot in Oxfam –
No great hassle, no big deal.
The issue with the toilet seat,
You know that’s my pet hate.
Could a compromise be come to?
We could always try Relate.
You are knocking on a bit
But so am I, don’t get me wrong,
What I mean is that for us
Till death do part might not last long.
You’ve the manners of a mongoose
And I can’t abide your snoring
But then life without your freakish ways
Can briskly become boring.
This nymphet you’ve got lined up –
Don’t get ideas above your station,
I’m sure that she exists, my dear,
In your imagination.
I’ve tried out other men
Yet found the passion’s just not there
And how often have our friends said
That we make a perfect pair?
You have piles of imperfections
And you’re sure not Mr. Right
But you’re all there is to hand, I guess.
In other words – I might.

Amy Rainbow
10th July 2011

Second Thoughts – Seconded

I am now in receipt of your poem of July 10
But I really am not sure that I can consider you again
A seconds thought I haven’t even given you for your heartless crime
And if I could, I would give you, even less time
I admit that things have since not gone entirely my way, which is to say
That my position has now become somewhat, well quite a lot, worse
As will become apparent, in this plangent tear stained verse.

The blond bimbo who seduced me and promised such sexual heaven
Has cruelly deserted me for an estate agent called Kevin
I see that your capacity for vitriol
Is clearly undiminished
And you still delight in humiliating me
Even though we are still finished

You complain that my fingers did not caress
That my hands were slow to roam,

Well maybe, perhaps rightly

But that is the irrefutable effect of a
Neck high cotton winceyette nightie,
You see – and weird ,genital jewellery……….
That rattled, while on, you endlessly prattled
About something or another
Invariably my mother
Which was not nice or wise
But that woman you despised,
For seeing through your tricks and your lies
She would cut you down to size
Which was not a ten as you used to fantasize
But a few sizes larger……………………
And although you tried desperately to shine and impress
That Harvey Nicks bag still held a skirt from BHS

Not that there were not some good times

Seeing you fast asleep, past a door ajar peeping
I loved you most of all then – because you were not speaking
Jehova’s witnesses feared our house
And salesmen would not call
For they knew that if they solicited you
They would leave with bugger all.

You’re intensely annoying, and bolshy and brash
But without me you would have so little to lash
When writing’s a chore and you scream in frustration
I act as your muse and help with punctuation
Although sometimes I find your caustic words riling
I have to confess, that they can also leave me smiling
You’re the mistress of mean and of cold-hearted looks
But it’s me that secretly buys out all of your books
And although first you said ,”I don’t” and not, ” I do”
Your witty entreaty means I now ,” just might” too.

To which Amy replied:

A Change of Heart

Your fickleness is famous
So I knew you’d get in touch
And I fear, my dear, it’s clear as clear,
You did protest too much,
Pretending your own innocence,
Embellishing my vices,
Results of your embarrassing
Belated midlife crisis.
Your Barbie dolled-up girlfriend
Was never going to stay,
I’m just surprised it took two weeks
Before she ran away.
She wanted fresher meat than yours,
That’s plain for all to see,
But Kevin? What a bastard!
He swore that he loved me.
I guess some men are worse than you,
Although that’s hard to swallow.
In honesty, I’m finding that
You’re quite an act to follow.
I miss your witty wittering,
Male escorts bore me stiff,
And it’s not like this is permanent,
It’s more a lovers’ tiff.
I don’t know if it’s healthy
To rake things up again
But I feel you’ve opened up
And that I ought to do the same.
For now I’ll overlook
Your bitter banter and your spite,
And I’ll take you at face value
When you tell me that you might.
You spoke the words I longed to hear
So maybe all’s not lost,
My tongue, at times, is razor sharp
And then I pay the cost.
I can not say I’m sorry –
All I did was speak my mind –
But I may have come across
A tad vindictive or unkind.
I never meant to hurt you,
Not often anyway,
And losing you I will not do,
That price I can not pay.
I realise that from me
Such soppy drivel sounds absurd
But my shrink says I should think
About the impact of my words.
Those times you thought me sleeping,
I watched you, wide awake,
I prayed that you would stay with me,
My heart was fit to break,
For yes, I had suspicions
That your interest had strayed,
What woman wants to witness
That’s she’s cuckolded, been played?
My obsession with your mother –
I know it’s slightly odd
But I’m jealous of the hold she has,
You’re two peas in a pod.
I’ve thrown out those old nighties
And I’m going on a diet,
Apparently you just eat less,
New-fangled, but I’ll try it.
I’m taking out the piercings
And I won’t get any more,
Now the novelty’s worn off I find
They often leave me sore.
Although I’m no spring chicken
And you are no great catch
It’s true, in you, I can’t deny,
I’ve really met my match.
I’ve masked my pain these last few weeks,
Your absence brings such sadness
And life without your tender touch
Is futile, folly, madness.
I’m left bereft, depressed, distressed,
I’m nothing without you,
I’ll love you for eternity,
In other words – I do!

Amy Rainbow

July 12th 2011

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Sayings & Asbury Park

“Omit needless words. Vigorous writing is concise.
A sentence should contain no unnecessary words, a
paragraph no unnecessary sentences, for the same
reason that a drawing should have no unnecessary
lines and a machine no unnecessary parts.”

–William Strunk, Jr.

“Dream what you want. Go where you want to go . Be what you want to be , because you have just one life . Have enough happiness to make your life sweet, difficulties to make it strong, sadness to make it human, and a lot of hope to make it happy.” Clarisse Lispector

“Always be a poet, even in prose.” ~ Charles Baudelaire

“You are not alone as long as you like the person you are alone with”.~ Wayne Dyer

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind.” ~ Mahatma Ghandi

“I love talking about nothing, its the only thing I know anything about.” Oscar Wilde

“It is a cliche that most cliches are true, but then like most cliches, that cliche is untrue” ~ Steven Fry

“It is better to fail in originality than to succeed in imitation.” ~ Herman Melville

“True friends stab you in the front.”~ Oscar Wilde

“Fashion is a form of ugliness so intolerable that we have to alter it every six months.” ~ Oscar Wilde

“A joke is a very serious thing” ~Winston Churchill

“I would talk in iambic pentameter if it were easier.” Howard Nemorov

“Every man dies. Not every man really lives.” ~ William Wallace

Edward R Murrow: We must not confuse dissent with disloyalty. We must remember always, that accusation is not proof, and that conviction depends upon evidence and due process of law. We will not walk in fear of one another, we will not be driven by fear into an age of unreason. If we dig deep into our history and our doctrine, we will remember we are not descended from fearful men. Not from men who dared to write, to speak, to associate, and to defend causes that were for the moment unpopular…We can deny our heritage and our history but we cannot escape responsibility for the result…We cannot defend freedom abroad by deserting it at home.

Edward R. Murrow: We hardly need to be reminded that we are living in an age of confusion — a lot of us have traded in our beliefs for bitterness and cynicism or for a heavy package of despair, or even a quivering portion of hysteria. Opinions can be picked up cheap in the market place while such commodities as courage and fortitude and faith are in alarmingly short supply.

Edward R. Murrow: The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.

Stephen Fry: If ignorance is bliss, why aren’t there more happy people in the world?

Yet the biggest challenge in writing, the only one that really matters, is the one that EE Cummings articulated in 1958: “To be nobody-but-yourself — in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else — means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting.” If you can achieve that, then the other stuff may follow. If it doesn’t, it hardly matters.

Søren Kierkegaard: To be a teacher does not mean simply to affirm that such a thing is so, or to deliver a lecture, etc. No, to be a teacher in the right sense is to be a learner. Instruction begins when you, the teacher, learn from the learner, put yourself in his place so that you may understand what he understands and the way he understands it.

Søren Kierkegaard: The task must be made difficult, for only the difficult inspires the noble-hearted.

Søren Kierkegaard: Become perfectly silent — then shall the rest be added unto you.

Søren Kierkegaard: Life can only be understood backwards; but it must be lived forwards.

Søren Kierkegaard: The tyrant dies and his rule is over; the martyr dies and his rule begins.

Søren Kierkegaard: When one has once fully entered the realm of love, the world — no matter how imperfect — becomes rich and beautiful, it consists solely of opportunities for love

Søren Kierkegaard: People think the world needs a republic, and they think it needs a new social order, and a new religion, but it never occurs to anyone that what the world really needs, confused as it is by much learning, is a new Socrates.

Voltaire: What we find in books is like the fire in our hearths. We fetch it from our neighbours, we kindle it at home, we communicate it to others, and it becomes the property of all.

Voltaire: It is better to risk sparing a guilty person than to condemn an innocent one.

Voltaire: Opinions have caused more ills than the plague or earthquakes on this little globe of ours.

Voltaire: There are truths which are not for all men, nor for all times.

Voltaire: Let the punishments of criminals be useful. A hanged man is good for nothing; a man condemned to public works still serves the country, and is a living lesson.

Blaise Pascal: People almost invariably arrive at their beliefs not on the basis of proof but on the basis of what they find attractive.

Blaise Pascal: Between us and heaven or hell there is only life, which is the frailest thing in the world.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: Death is not an event in life: we do not live to experience death. If we take eternity to mean not infinite temporal duration but timelessness, then eternal life belongs to those who live in the present. Our life has no end in just the way in which our visual field has no limits.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: It is not how things are in the world that is mystical, but that it exists.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: There are, indeed, things that cannot be put into words. They make themselves manifest. They are what is mystical.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: Like everything metaphysical the harmony between thought and reality is to be found in the grammar of the language.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: Knowledge is in the end based on acknowledgement.

Ludwig Wittgenstein: One might say: Genius is talent exercised with courage.

G.K. Chesterton: Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance.

G.K. Chesterton: There is a certain poetic value, and that a genuine one, in this sense of having missed the full meaning of things. There is beauty, not only in wisdom, but in this dazed and dramatic ignorance.

G.K. Chesterton: The riddles of God are more satisfying than the solutions of man.

G.K. Chesterton: To have a right to do a thing is not at all the same as to be right in doing it.

G.K. Chesterton: There is a road from the eye to the heart that does not go through the intellect. Men do not quarrel about the meaning of sunsets; they never dispute that the hawthorn says the best and wittiest thing about the spring.

G.K. Chesterton: There is no such thing on earth as an uninteresting subject; the only thing that can exist is an uninterested person.

G.K. Chesterton: A man cannot be wise enough to be a great artist without being wise enough to wish to be a philosopher.

G.K. Chesterton: The Christian ideal has not been tried and found wanting. It has been found difficult; and left untried.

Muhammad Ali: We have one life; it soon will be past; what we do for God is all that will last.

Muhammad Ali: God will not place a burden on a man’s shoulders knowing that he cannot carry it.

Albert Einstein: Even though the realms of religion and science in themselves are clearly marked off from each other, nevertheless there exist between the two strong reciprocal relationships and dependencies. Though religion may be that which determines the goal, it has, nevertheless, learned from science, in the broadest sense, what means will contribute to the attainment of the goals it has set up. But science can only be created by those who are thoroughly imbued with the aspiration toward truth and understanding. This source of feeling, however, springs from the sphere of religion. To this there also belongs the faith in the possibility that the regulations valid for the world of existence are rational, that is, comprehensible to reason. I cannot conceive of a genuine scientist without that profound faith. The situation may be expressed by an image: science without religion is lame, religion without science is blind.

Albert Einstein: A person who is religiously enlightened appears to me to be one who has, to the best of his ability, liberated himself from the fetters of his selfish desires and is preoccupied with thoughts, feelings, and aspirations to which he clings because of their superpersonal value…a religious person is devout in the sense that he has no doubt of the significance and loftiness of those superpersonal objects and goals which neither require nor are capable of rational foundation. They exist with the same necessity and matter-of-factness as he himself.

Albert Einstein: Strive not to be a success, but rather to be of value.

Alfred Lord Tennyson: Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers.

Malcolm X: Education is the passport to the future, for tomorrow belongs to those who prepare for it today.

John Keats: I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections and the truth of imagination — what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth — whether it existed before or not.

John Keats: Beauty is truth, truth beauty, — that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know

William Butler Yeats: I will arise and go now, and go to Innisfree,
And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made:
Nine bean-rows will I have there, a hive for the honey-bee,
And live alone in the bee-loud glade.
And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow,
Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings;
There midnight’s all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow,
And evening full of the linnet’s wings.
I will arise and go now, for always night and day
I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore;
While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements grey,
I hear it in the deep heart’s core.

William Butler Yeats: Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Winston Churchill: I pass with relief from the tossing sea of Chaos and Theory to the firm ground of Reason and Fact.

Winston Churchill: Truth is incontrovertible. Panic may resent it, ignorance may deride it, malice may distort it, but there it is.

Winston Churchill: I would say to the House, as I said to those who have joined this Government: ‘I have nothing to offer but blood, toil, tears, and sweat.’ We have before us an ordeal of the most grievous kind. We have before us many, many long months of struggle and of suffering. You ask, what is our policy? I will say: it is to wage war, by sea, land and air, with all our might and with all the strength that God can give us; to wage war against a monstrous tyranny, never surpassed in the dark, lamentable catalogue of human crime. That is our policy. You ask, what is our aim? I can answer in one word: victory. Victory at all costs, victory in spite of all terror, victory, however long and hard the road may be; for without victory, there is no survival.

Winston Churchill: Hitler is a monster of wickedness, insatiable in his lust for blood and plunder. Not content with having all Europe under his heel or else terrorized into various forms of abject submission, he must now carry his work of butchery and desolation among the vast multitudes of Russia and of Asia. The terrible military machine which we and the rest of the civilized world so foolishly, so supinely, so insensately allowed the Nazi gangsters to build up year by year from almost nothing-this machine cannot stand idle, lest it rust or fall to pieces. It must be in continual motion, grinding up human lives and trampling down the homes and the rights of hundreds of millions of men. Moreover, it must be fed not only with flesh but with oil. So now this bloodthirsty guttersnipe must launch his mechanized armies upon new fields of slaughter, pillage and devastation … The Nazi regime is indistinguishable from the worst features of Communism. It is devoid of all theme and principle except appetite and racial domination. It excels in all forms of human wickedness, in the efficiency of its cruelty and ferocious aggression … We have but one aim and one irrevocable purpose. We are resolved to destroy Hitler and every vestige of the Nazi regime. From this nothing will turn us – nothing. We will never parley. We will never negotiate with Hitler or any of his gang. We shall fight him by land. We shall fight him by sea. We shall fight him in the air, until with God’s help we have rid the earth of his shadow and liberate its people from his yoke. Any man or state who fights Nazidom will have our aid. Any man or state who marches with Hitler is our foe.

Winston Churchill: We shall go on to the end, we shall fight in France, we shall fight on the seas and oceans, we shall fight with growing confidence and growing strength in the air, we shall defend our Island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender, and even if, which I do not for a moment believe, this Island or a large part of it were subjugated and starving, then our Empire beyond the seas, armed and guarded by the British Fleet, would carry on the struggle, until, in God’s good time, the New World, with all its power and might, steps forth to the rescue and the liberation of the Old.

Winston Churchill: Upon this battle depends the survival of Christian civilisation. Upon it depends our own British life and the long continuity of our institutions and our Empire. The whole fury and might of the enemy must very soon be turned on us now. Hitler knows that he will have to break us in this island or lose the war. If we can stand up to him, all Europe may be free and the life of the world may move forward into broad, sunlit uplands. But if we fail, then the whole world, including the United States, including all that we have known and cared for, will sink into the abyss of a new Dark Age, made more sinister, and perhaps more protracted, by the lights of perverted science. Let us therefore brace ourselves to our duties, and so bear ourselves that, if the British Empire and its Commonwealth last for a thousand years, men will still say, “This was their finest hour.”

Winston Churchill: The gratitude of every home in our Island, in our Empire, and indeed throughout the world, except in the abodes of the guilty, goes out to the British airmen who, undaunted by odds, unwearied in their constant challenge and mortal danger, are turning the tide of the World War by their prowess and by their devotion. Never in the field of human conflict was so much owed by so many to so few. All hearts go out to the fighter pilots, whose brilliant actions we see with our own eyes day after day; but we must never forget that all the time, night after night, month after month, our bomber squadrons travel far into Germany, find their targets in the darkness by the highest navigational skill, aim their attacks, often under the heaviest fire, often with serious loss, with deliberate careful discrimination, and inflict shattering blows upon the whole of the technical and war-making structure of the Nazi power.

Winston Churchill: We ask no favours of the enemy. We seek from them no compunction. On the contrary, if tonight our people were asked to cast their vote whether a convention should be entered into to stop the bombing of cities, the overwhelming majority would cry, “No, we will mete out to them the measure, and more than the measure, that they have meted out to us.” The people with one voice would say: “You have committed every crime under the sun. Where you have been the least resisted there you have been the most brutal. It was you who began the indiscriminate bombing. We will have no truce or parley with you, or the grisly gang who work your wicked will. You do your worst – and we will do our best.” Perhaps it may be our turn soon; perhaps it may be our turn now. We live in a terrible epoch of the human story, but we believe there is a broad and sure justice running through its theme. It is time that the enemy should be made to suffer in their own homelands something of the torment they have let loose upon their neighbours and upon the world. We believe it to be in our power to keep this process going, on a steadily rising tide, month after month, year after year, until they are either extirpated by us or, better still, torn to pieces by their own people.

Winston Churchill: Never give in — never, never, never, never, in nothing great or small, large or petty, never give in except to convictions of honour and good sense. Never yield to force; never yield to the apparently overwhelming might of the enemy.

Winston Churchill: We shape our buildings, and afterwards our buildings shape us.

Winston Churchill: The empires of the future are the empires of the mind.

Winston Churchill: In War: Resolution. In Defeat: Defiance. In Victory: Magnanimity. In Peace: Good Will.

Horatio Nelson: England expects that every man will do his duty.

Samuel Goldwyn: The harder I work, the luckier I get.

Epictetus: Nature hath given men one tongue but two ears, that we may hear from others twice as much as we speak.

Oscar Wilde: Fashion is what one wears oneself. What is unfashionable is what other people wear.

Oscar Wilde: Simple pleasures are always the last refuge of the complex.

“Happiness resides not in possessions, and not in gold, happiness dwells in the soul.” Democritus

“Beauty is the first present nature gives to women and the first it takes away.” Fay Weldon

“We shall pass this way on Earth but once, if there is any kindness we can show or good act we can do, let us do it now, for we will never pass this way again.”

 

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: Tuesday, July 3, 2018 1:37:05 PM

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Coffee

 

My Work Dates

 

Wed 4th July Lincoln

Thurs 5th July East Coast

Sat 7th Fiskerton, Doncaster.

Sunday 8th July Bristol

Monday 9th July Glastonbury

Tuesday 10th Celtic Manor, Newport.

Wednesday 11th Cardiff

Thursday 12th Rhosili Bay, Wales

 

Friday 20th?

x

 

 

 

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 01 July 2018 20:55

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Coffee

 

Oh that’s a shame. I thought we could have some quality time.

I am in Vienna – been to the GP today and coming home in the morning.

Have a great week, see you soon.

Love

Steve xx

 

 

Stephen Asbury MBA FIEMA PEA CEnv CFIOSH

Author, Routledge Taylor & Francis

Director, AllSafe Group Limited

Course Director/Instructor, PetroSkills

 

On 1 Jul 2018, at 17:46, jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com> wrote:

 

Hi,

No can do, I have work here in the morning and will not be able to make it there and back in time for my client in the evening. x

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 27 June 2018 10:12

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Coffee

 

I am working in Warrington Mon 16-Thurs 19 July (9am-4pm ish).

Shall we get together on the Tuesday afternoon then?

I hope you’re enjoying the lovely weather.

Love

Sx

 

 

From: jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com>

Date: Wednesday, 27 June 2018 at 08:53

To: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Subject: Re: Coffee

 

Morning,

Yes, I replied Tuesday 17th in the afternoon would be best.

x

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 26 June 2018 13:16

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Coffee

 

Hi,

I sent you a note the other day to your ‘mbs’ email. Did you receive it?

I hope you are enjoying the sunshine 🙂

Sx

 

 

From: jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com>

Date: Friday, 22 June 2018 at 11:17

To: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Subject: Coffee

 

Hi Steve ,

Me no hear from you ??,

Jane

Xx

 

 

 

FW: Lincoln

 

 

Inbox

x

 

 

 

 

jane osborne

 

6:05 AM (16 hours ago)

 

 

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: Tuesday, April 9, 2019 10:31:50 PM

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Lincoln

 

Hi Steve,

I finish teaching 24th april 6pm then heading for Lincoln if you are free that evening. My appointment the following day is 10 am.

x

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 09 April 2019 20:11

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Malaga

 

Hi Jane

 

Would have been great, but Kimberley’s wedding is 5 May. I then go to Texas 7-10 May.

 

Sorry we couldn’t meet up this week. I know it’s tricky. Have a great week – see you soon.

 

Sx

 

 

On 9 Apr 2019, at 14:32, jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com> wrote:

 

Hi Steve,

I am heading to Malaga for6th or  7th May, shall I get you a ticket and you can join me for a few days. I will get a flight from East Midlands.

 

Jane

X

 

FW: Glastonbury

 

 

Inbox

x

 

 

 

 

jane osborne

 

6:02 AM (16 hours ago)

 

 

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: Tuesday, April 9, 2019 10:02:30 AM

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Glastonbury

 

Hi Steve,

Things got hectic here.

I am working in Chesterfield 23rd April and will be finished around 3.30 pm if you are around or 2nd or 3rd of May.

x

Jane

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 03 April 2019 10:25

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Glastonbury

 

PS Love Jungle Book

 

 

On 3 Apr 2019, at 10:00, jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com> wrote:

 

Hi Steve,

Monday is better for, taking Reuben and Beau to Jungle Book on Tuesday. What time are you looking at.

Jane

x

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 02 April 2019 19:14

To: jane osborne

Subject: Re: Glastonbury

 

Free next Mon or Tues eve?

Sx

 

 

 

On 2 Apr 2019, at 12:43, jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com> wrote:

 

Hi Steve,

Won’t be long before my Glastonbury trip. How is work looking for you.

Jane

X

From: jane osborne

Sent: 02 November 2017 08:52

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Jane

 

Hi Steve,

Hear you have heard from Gary. I will sort it.

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: 31 May 2017 21:35

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Exploring Past Lives – not complete

 

It is incomplete but nearly there. Going to Lincoln tomorrow so I can change next weeks plans. Surprise birthday meal for my brother tomorrow night for his birthday next week, so I can be where I should be, with you xxxx.

xxxx

 

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 31 May 2017 19:59

To: jane osborne

Cc: stephen@stephenasbury.com

Subject: Re: Test

 

Received loud and clear.

Look forward to receiving your book.

See you soon.

Love

Sx

 

 

Sent from my iPhone

 

On 31 May 2017, at 10:22, jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com> wrote:

 

Hi,

Just testing emails. Will send my book, nearly complete.

Jane x

 

 

Fw: Steve

 

 

Inbox

x

 

 

 

 

jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com>

 

Wed, Sep 13, 2017, 2:56 AM

 

 

 

to me

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From: Stephen Asbury <stephenasbury@sky.com>

Sent: 06 September 2017 08:37

To: Jane Osborne

Subject: Steve

 

Hi Jane

 

Just checking in. All OK with you? Finishing my book in Wales at the moment. Must finish it before I go to the US, which has finalised for 5-31 Oct.

 

Could be free eve 11 or 12 Sept. I am going to see band UFO on 16 Sept in Holmfirth. Might stay over?

 

Love

Sx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

jane osborne <janeosborne123@outlook.com>

 

Wed, Sep 13, 2017, 2:57 AM

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: 07 September 2017 08:17

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Steve

 

 

HI Steve,

Thanks for the email. I am out of action on the 11th and at a wedding on the 12th and away at the weekend. Hopefully catch up before 5th of October.

Best of luck with the book and keep in touch while you are away.

 

From: jane osborne

Sent: 31 May 2017 21:35

To: Stephen Asbury

Subject: Re: Exploring Past Lives – not complete

 

It is incomplete but nearly there. Going to Lincoln tomorrow so I can change next weeks plans. Surprise birthday meal for my brother tomorrow night for his birthday next week, so I can be where I should be, with you xxxx.

xxxx

 

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Where Will You find Me – July

Sat 2nd July- (Day)- Nuneaton Poetry Day, 2pm Slam.

Sat 2nd July -(Evening) -Jan Green Memorial Concert

Thurs 7th July -Parole Parlate, Worcester

Mon 11th July – Prince of Wales,Birmingahm Poetry Society Stanza Society Moseley, 7.30pm

Sat 16th July – 10.30am Lounge Cafe, Bird St, 12 noon, George Hotel, Bird St, Lichfield, both with the Lichfield Poets reading assorted material solo and with others.

Tues 19th July- Fizz 8, Polesworth Abbey, 7.30pm

Wed 20th – “Rhymes” Station Pub, Kings Heath,7.30pm, or Packhorse Poets, Crowdecote,7.30pm,or “Borrowed Words”, Bloxwich Library7.30pm……………I haven’t made my mind up!

Fri 22nd – Spoken Worlds, Old cottage Tavern, Burton, 7.30pm

Tues 26th July, Poetry Bites, Kings Heath,7.30pm

Thurs 28th July, Bilston Voices, Bilston, 7.30pm

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July Poetic What’s On

Tuesday 5th July Night Blue Fruit, Taylor Johns, Coventry,7.30pm: Free in.

Wednesday 6th July, an evening with Ian McMillan and Roy Fisher The Packhorse Inn, Crowdecote. 6 Jul 7:30pm to 9:30pm £8, Child £5, Conc £7 The Packhorse Poets present: the internationally renowned poet Roy Fisher in a rare guest appearance, plus Ian McMillan & Tony Husband: The Illustrated Talking Myself Home.

Wednesday 6th July Homend Poets, Ice Bytes Cafe, Ledbury,6.30pm: Free in

Thursday 7th July Word up with Fatima Al-Matar & Jay Bernard, The Drum, Potters Lane ,Aston7.30pm: £5in, Open mic and headliners

Thursday 7th July Parole Parlate , Little Venice Worcester,7.30pm: £3in: Lyndsey Stanberry-Flynn

Sarah James

Sammy Joe

Michelle Crosby

Bobby Parker

Math Jones

Maggie Doyle

Amy Rainbow

Damon Lord

Friday 8th July @ 1pmZimbabwean New Generation Poets, Burbage Hall, Ledbury,1pm; £8in

@6.15pm Luke Wright, £8in

@8pm Matt Harvey & The AntiPoet , £9in

Saturday 9th July @ 6pm Staurt Maconies Poetry Playlist ,Burbage Hall, Ledbury,1pm; £8in

@7.45 Jo Shapcott & Anne Caldwell £9

@9.30pm Jean “Binta” Breeze £9

Sunday 10h July @ 6pm Jackie kay & Cliff Yates ,Burbage Hall, Ledbury,5.45pm; £9in

Saturday 9th July, Amadeus Martin Storyteller, Underground Venue, Old Hall Hotel, Buxton, 8.30pm; £7, performing “Trying Not to be Clever”.

Sunday 10th July (also on Fri 8th/Sat9th) Lichfield Fuse Festival, Beacon Park, Lichfield,noon-5pm, Timothy Harrington reading Dickens, Heather Fowlers’ Poet-tree

Monday 11th July, Pure and good and right Open Mic Poetry, Sozzled Sausage, Leamington Spa,7.30pm:£3 in. Jimmy Davis headlines, Hailing from the UK’s second city, Birmingham, Rhymesmith Jimmy Davis has graced stages from Gloucester to Glasgow, London to Liverpool. His live shows are known for their high energy delivery, lucid lyricism and high class musicianship. For his turn at PGR Jimmy will be eschewing the majority of his band mates to offer an acoustic and spoken word rendering of his recent material.Fresh from his performances at Glastonbury, this is a rare opportunity to catch a rising talent in an intimate setting.

Tues 12th July “City Voices” City Bar, King st, Wolverhampton:7.30pm , David Calcutt headlines

Tuesday 12th July, Kat Quartermass Storyteller, Undergound Venues, Old Hall Hotel, Buxton, 5.30pm: £7in. “Love and Loss tales from Imagined Lands” Can the weaving girl hold on to love when she has witnessed worlds of sorrow? Let the world slip away as Kat stitches together ancient tales in a simple, poetic exploration of the happiness and howling we find in love. Dynamic and captivating storytelling from a bright new voice.

Kat Quatermass has trained with some of the best known storytellers in the UK and the USA. Her work is lyrical and takes tales from around the world, re-interpteting them through her own particular lens. If you haven’t tried storytelling before, prepare to escape the everyday as images, from the gory to the sensuous, fill your mind

Wednesday 13th July Kevin walker, Budhist talesThe Multi- Faith Centre, Derby University Kedleston Road, DE22 1GB.7.30pm: Free in,A very special atmospheric evening of tales from the Budhist tradition, set in the MultiFaith Centre amidst colourful drapes and candles – if the weather favours us we might even be on the roof terrace.

Wednesday 13thJuly “Ghouls Aloud” – The Station Pub, 7 High Street, Kings Heath, 7.30pm:£6in, from “Don’t Go Into the Cellar Theatre Company”.

Wednesday 13th July “Carol Ann Duffy” Lichfield Cathedral, 7pm: £15 in, the English Poet laureate with Gillian Clarke and John Sansom

Wednesday 15th July Spoken word and Acoustic Night, The Brewhouse at The Lamp Tavern, 116 High Street, Dudley, DY1 1QT ,7.30pm: £5in, Sue Hulse, Brendan Hawthorn, Geoff Stevens,Carol Midwood, Greg Stokes

Saturday 16th July , “Poetry @ the Lounge” Cafe ,10.30am /George Hotel, Lichfield, 12 noon5: Free in. Lichfield Poets perform light poetry over a coffee and a pint respectively

Sun 17th July Lichfield Poets – Open Air Reading , Monks Walk Garden, Lichfield Campus,2pm-5pm:Free in, Poems, music, bees,soft drinks and cake

Sun 17th July Richard Tyrone Jones, Underground Venues, Old Hall Hotel, Buxton 8.30pm;£7 in,. Strangely uplifting narratives of near-near death, convoluted convalescence and living with heart failure

Tuesday 19th July Fizz 8, Polesworth Poets, Polesworth Abbey,7,30: Free in, Matt Merritt Headlines with open mic.

Wednesday 20th July “The Borrowed Word” Bloxwich Library, 7.30pm£5 inAn evening of poetry, music and performance celebrating libraries, books and reading.At Bookmark Bloxwich.Featuring:Fergus McGonigal – “The man has a microphone in his hand. The man is a writer.”Heather Wastie – “Wordsmith, humourist, musician, poet.”

Antony Owen – “His two collections have garnered widespread acclaim.”Emma Purshouse – “Writer, performance poet, and slam champion.”Hosted by David CalcuttCome and celebrate the delight of the spoken, and sung, word with four of the Midlands’ top poets and performers. Open mic floor spots will also be available, so come early to book your place.

Wed 20th July ANN ATKINSON & THE PACKHORSE POETS The Packhorse Inn, Crowdecote. 20 Jul 7:30pm to 9:30pm £3, Child Free, Conc £2 Ann Atkinson, Poet Laureate of Derbyshire, will be sharing poetry with the Packhorse Poets – plus opportunity for contributions from the audience.

Wed 20th July “Rhymes” Station Hotel, Kings Heath,&.30pm, £5in: JANET SMITH

‘A performer of great poise and fragile elegance’, Janet captured attention with her subtle and arresting imagery at the Rhymes Jan-Slam, so it’s only right and proper we see more of her!

TONY STRINGFELLOW

Presenter, performer, author, artist and Marc Bolan enthusiast, as well as a rather good poet.

http://www.tonystringfellow.com

JODI ANN BICKLEY

Organiser of awesome poetry night Speak-Up and soft spoken lyricist on love and life, seen earlier this year showcasing new material at Apples and Snakes ‘Lit-Fuse’ and finalist at Rhymes 2010 Slam.

AND FIFI FANSHAW

Wordsmith and comedic poet with attitude and a very low giggle threshold who tickles life round the ribs to see if it laughs.

http://www.facebook.com/thefifipage

Thursday 21st July “Speak up” Bulls head Moseley,7.30pm: £4in, The line up consists of:Jody ann Blickley writes:

“Inua Ellams – Inua is an award winning poet and playwright. He is such a wonderful fellow and I cannot wait for everybody to hear him, he’s just magical.

Kim Trusty – I love her, I love her poetry and I most definately think you will all love her too. Absolutely beautiful.

Matt Windle – Matt is my partner in crime, it would only make sense for him to do a slot for my birthday as just one of the sixty three presents he has promised me. What a guy. He’s wicked.

Anna Palmer and Simon Gregory from Tantrums – I am so excited to have these two treasures at Speak Up. Doing a special little acoustic set for everybody, they are absolutely amazing.”

Thursday 21st -23rdJuly “Climbing the Walls”, Creation Climbing Wall, Moseley,8pm: £8 A site-responsive piece of Physical Theatre from Rogue Play played out on ropes and through the art of rock climbing. Climbing The Walls has been created from the real stories of Birmingham’s rock climbing community and explores the concepts of balance and equilibrium. The balance between the search for freedom and our sense of will, and the world that keeps us trapped.

Four characters embark on an emotional journey that leaves them exactly where they start, but in turn changes their world. Humorous and touching, poetical and strikingly visual, Climbing The Walls is a combination of physical theatre, text, song and contemporary dance. It discovers the complicated private lives of four lonely individuals literally Climbing The Walls.

Friday 22nd July, “Spoken Worlds”, Old Cottage Tavern, Byrkely St ,Burton on Trent, 7.30pm: Free in

Tuesday 26th July, Word Wizards, Grove Hotel, Buxton, 7.30pm: Free in, a free open mic three minute slam competition

Tuesday 26th, Poetry Bites,Kitchen Garden Café, 17 York Road, Kings Heath, £5in: David calcutt and Anthony R Owen headline, plus open mic.

Wednesday 27th July, “Gothicana” – Kitchen Garden Café, 17 York Road, Kings Heath, £6in from “Don’t Go Into the Cellar” theatre company.

Wednesday 27th July “Bad Language” Castle Hotel Oldham St Manchester:7.30pm,free in: Tom Fletcher and open mic

Thursday 28th July “Bilston Voices” Metro Cafe, Church St, Bilston, ,7.30pm: £3in Roy MacFarlane, and Jordan Westcott headline

Wednesday 27th -28th “Climbing the Walls”, Vertical Limit Climbing Wall, Worcester,8pm: £8 A site-responsive piece of Physical Theatre from Rogue Play played out on ropes and through the art of rock climbing. Climbing The Walls has been created from the real stories of Birmingham’s rock climbing community and explores the concepts of balance and equilibrium. The balance between the search for freedom and our sense of will, and the world that keeps us trapped.

Four characters embark on an emotional journey that leaves them exactly where they start, but in turn changes their world. Humorous and touching, poetical and strikingly visual, Climbing The Walls is a combination of physical theatre, text, song and contemporary dance. It discovers the complicated private lives of four lonely individuals literally Climbing The Walls.

Monday 1st August “Bring & Share” Birmingham Library Theatre, 7.30pm: Free in, hosted by Brum Poet Laureate Roy MacFarlane

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Parole Parlate

Little Venice, Worcester

This was the first month that Parole Parlate has run without the formidable hosting skills of the “on holiday” Lisa Ventura. So did the mice play while the cat was away?

Did profanity and sleaze rule? No, because Martin stepped in to deliver an evening that was as well run as ever! A good turn -out was rewarded with a very good range of performers, the ones new to “Behind the Arras” of whom will be highlighted in this piece.

Michelle Crosbie took to the floor and impressed everyone with what she claimed to be her first ever “proper” performance in front of a live audience. Well if this really was her debut, she is going to be something special when she gets going. Blessed with youthful “surfer” looks that would get her an automatic part for “Home and Away”, Michelle commanded the stage immediately with an assured, well chosen set which was well articulated, well performed, and entertained from start to finish.

After warming up with “Story Untold” and the clever “Sail of Love” she hit her stride with “O Dark Pilot Whales” a poem about the lost Pilot whales who threatened to beach in South Uist a few months ago. She skilfully layered an eco- poem with ancient mythological imagery, incorporating Herne the Hunter ( as name checked in Shakespeare’s “Merry Wives of Windsor”) and Sedna, the Innuit Goddess of the Sea, in a hugely satisfying poem before signing off with a sung through offering called “Yes to Love”. Fresh and vibrant, her set was a joy.

STARK AND STRONG

Drugs poems, like drugs songs, are dangerous territory. They risk either wallowing in self-indulgent self –pity ,or glorifying that which they purport to warn against. Fortunately Bobby Parker avoided both traps . His collection of poems on cocaine addiction, entitled “Palpitations”, was stark, strong, awkward and uplifting simultaneously. Disciplined and amusing he also read from his “Smart Arse” anthology, taking in “And Then We Danced “ and “Night Life”.

Static poetry performance can be dull, fortunately Math Jones does not do static performance and instead he paced around delivering a set which was as physically vibrant as the content. It was fun, not comic, and fired a poetic adrenaline shot into the audience. Poems about lust and “All because the lady loves..” were light witty and engaging, whilst “Coat”, a sonnet about the garment left to him by an ex girlfriend ,was wry and painfully accurate. Failed relationship poems from a male perspective are quite rare and this was very sharply observed. “The Boon of Scafell” was a pleasing extended piece whilst his poem on Tarot Cards was fated to succeed.

I had heard about Amy Rainbow before but not heard her in person, and she was quite a treat. Rhyming poetry to a high standard is difficult to do well because there is always a danger that the rhyme is either predictable, or absurdly contrived. Amy’s main device is to use simple rhymes which one might associate with simple subjects- but with a wicked barb which pricks and delights in equal measure, which is very difficult. She succeeds effortlessly.

SELF MASTERY

Performing largely from “Poems of the Unrequited”, she went on a one woman search for love through self mastery that appeared to rule out all men, flattered John Cooper Clarke rotten, and then read a John Betjeman poem that might have been by him- but might not! Her reluctant conversion to the joys of the Women’s Institute was very droll, “Dangerous Verse” was very clever, but my favourite piece from her was “I Don’t”, a withering warning to any man not to propose marriage to her. And I promise you, if you do, you will be cut to shreds by her acid, and very funny, tongue.

Maggie Doyle closed the evening with her usual grace and good humour which included several laugh out loud episodes, but she also injected a less typical serious reflection on the 7/7 Bombings entitled “Why”, which was equally well received. Fellow performance veteran Sarah James never disappoints , and earlier she had romped through her favourites including “Dinner at Chez Per” and “Part of the Furniture” with her customary aplomb. But a new one to me particularly caught my ear, “The Nutritionists Night Out”. Witty and wry she delivered it with brio and pizzazz and a smart pay off line about a “strange Italian dressing”. Sammy Joe also impressed with some bold, challenging material , although she suffered a little without amplification.

Parole Parlate next plays on Thursday 4th August at Little venice, St Nicholas St Worcester at 7.30pm.

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