Biography
John Oxendale died suddenly but peacefully in his sleep on the 27th January 2008 at the age of 55. Jon Oxendale, with his company Rubber Pig Productions was a poet and performer with a difference. He made his own puppets and the 'Little Theatre of Fantoccini', had over 70 performing marionettes... kings, queens, historical characters, fictional personages, dead poets etc. Jon offered a wide variety of shows with a difference. There were poems for kids, or adults only or senior citizens or the whole family or... anyone! And other stuff. Storytelling. Ghost Stories. Magic and Song etc. etc. Funny stuff, lyrical stuff, deep stuff, shallow stuff, even sexy stuff! He will be deeply missed by all who knew him
Samples
As I grow old… As I grow old and moribund Supported by a stick As thoughts of love and lust are shunned No more I’ll dip my wick. No Virgin Queen no ice mad fair Will get a glance from me No siren tempt me to her lair A celibate I’ll be. No Odelisk will bat her eye Or waft her hand away ‘I’ve battened down my hatch’ I’ll cry ‘No passing trade today!’ But should some slim ephebe pass And chance to glance my way My thoughts will freeze my eyes must glass For I’ll hear the Pan Pipes play And gambol elephantine o’er The bruising fields of grass Behind some plump and high priced whore A horny goat beard Ass. The moral of this tiny tale May easily be seen: A withered body doesn’t seem To generate a mind that’s clean
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Comments
Niall Bradley
Sun 20th Jun 2010 18:05
Saw Jon perform once upon a time in the bowels of Bolton Museum. Was a wonderful experience. The world has lost a great entertainer.
Its sad to hear he passed on...
A fantastic, funny, warm and kind man and great poet who I had the real pleasure of studying with. Much, much missed.
A great poet who'll be sadly missed.
“Let no one weep for me, or celebrate my funeral with mourning; for I still live, as I pass to and fro through the mouths of men” Quintus Ennius
A man to be remembered through his control and quality of words. We shuold all recite to each other an Oxendale poem next time we meet.
To the bearded bard!
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John F Keane
Tue 12th Apr 2011 06:16
Certainly sounds a very talented chap.