Biography

Andreas Grant, celebrated bon vivant & mixologist of tipular fixings. Kicked off in February 2009, since then performed at: Dark Carnival, Old Vic Tunnels 2010, summer festivals Standon Calling & Kimberly. Summer 2012 will perform at: Insider festival, 15th - 17th of June and Nozstock Festival 27-29th July. Has performed at these nights (amongst many others); Unlit, Hammer & Tongue, Writer's Block, Book Club Boutique, Rum Punch, Hackney Empire, Everybody's Got to Be Somewhere, Brighton, Whitechapel Art Gallery, the Social, Poet Laureate at Bob Harris COMMUNICATORIUM, Neal's Yard Meeting Rooms, Covent Garden at events hosting talks by: Oliver James, Alain De Botton & Professor Keith Popple, (http://www.bobharrispsychotherapy.com/phdi/p1.nsf/supppages/2371?opendocument&part=6) Noztock festival 20112 & Global Feast in Stratford during the Olympics 2012. Radio: 209 Radio Cambridge, Xstreameast & Resonance FM London, published: Beat the Dust lit mag, 20 Hoxton Street Gallery Art Mag and released single: "GUN", collaboration with music producer Cloudfist Conceptz (listen):

http://cloudfistconceptz.bandcamp.com/track/gun?type=email&sig=4bcd989ca04fc0428abee82d4738dbfd&auto=mp3-320&payment_id=3120558315

Currently recording EP with Lino Heller. Has run his own performance nights in the West and East end of London: Glitterbeast, Not Night, THISISNOTABAR, No Strings Attached, BEAT

"Dylan Thomas meets X-factor" the BIG ISSUE

"The Dark Carnival itself encourages the audience to move around the Old Vic Tunnels experiencing the art that they come across. At one table, the performance poet Andreas Grant asks us to sit down and gives us a personal reading from a menu of various themes. Being soppy souls, we opt for romance and are then treated to a couple of minutes of live poetry as Andreas recites with brio and without notes a poem he wrote on the topic" The Lodonist

"We also stumbled upon the verses of Andreas Grant who took us to one side and offered us a menu offering food for the soul in the form of "Speed Poetry" themes. We opted for an 18+ for a spicy starter, then a thriller to sink our minds into for the main course rounded off with sweet romance for dessert. Grant referred to his files for the first two, expertly delivering his reading with confidence, then conjured up the final piece from the recesses of his mind for a heart-warming romantic finale" Zap! Bang! Magazine review The Dark Carnival

"Splendid and clever, with lots of dynamic and surprising phrases" Nikk Quentin Wolf, The Art Show, Xstream East Radio

"Andreas Grant...High class/crass/camp king of the unexpected" Poets On Fire

"Poems of vision and voyage" Art Terry, Is Black Music, Resonance FM

"Poetry is a brave expose' of one’s vulnerability and Andreas Grant set a contagious tone....Indeed, it was an unforgettable occasion." An Audience with Oliver James

Samples

I have abandoned blood

I have abandoned shoes
I can still walk
No need to complicate matters further
I have abandoned
Clothes
They never kept the cold away
I have abandoned hope
Stung a bit, yeah
But still
Less baggage
Fear
That's a tricky one
It’s in the bones, you see
So I have abandoned bones
Food
The fun never lasts
So I have abandoned fun
Drugs
Sex
Sleep
You
Now that’s a different story
I’m not still bleeding
I have abandoned blood

FIRST

I have changed my mind
I shall die young
another time
I shall lie awake all day
and live at night
I shall speak backwards to retards
I shall fight the wrong fight
I shall blow holes in the abyss
I shall kill a stranger
who I just have kissed
I shall step down from failure
and play atonal notes
to bliss

I shall scream soundlessly
to a crowd of no one
I shall repent the original sin
I shall terpentine
paintings
at the national gallery
till the canvas's plain
again

I shall hand in my salary
to the criminaly insane

I shall donate my fortunes
to losers
and my losses to fame
I shall look forward to the past
I shall smile to the sound of
anger
because I'm free
at last

I Came to Fight

As them rays cut sharply my face
to smithereens
And the stench of morning air rips
my lungs apart
at the seams
It´s easy to forget
the world
before we knew it
How we used to bite of much harder
than we could ever chew it
How we used to wake up with out
falling into just
another dream
How we used to be more real
than we used to seem
It's the last month of London
I think they call it September
Where lost battles die
and old pain is to old
to remember
Where soldiers from home
sharpen their spear
And the truth´s deported
to one big lie
That just refuse to dissapear
where moments fall from the sky
like showers
Where we die in the arms of hours
Where my eyes are wet
yet my face's still dry
What a fool was I
to chase hope in the heart of others
to fall
When all I wanna do is get high
The memory of you stings more
than regret
I was never here
but then again,
you never really left
(did you?)
You can only do the same mistake once
Stuck on repeat
like a broken record in heat
I´d do it again
if there was just ONE chance
I came here to fight
Not for a day
but again
every night
And it doesnt matter if I win or loose
Frankly, I couldnt care less
Remember
like you remember nothing
And when you see me next
my fists cut on day dreams
my heart lost in text
You´ll recall where you first saw
that fire in our
eyes
and how The Truth always
cuts
deeper than lies

All poems are copyright of the originating author. Permission must be obtained before using or performing others' poems.