Nick Jarvis

Biography

Nick Jarvis often finds himself billed as ‘the voice of the possible’, probably because he likes making words do things that they really shouldn’t, like getting xmas No.1 song lyrics to make portent political statements, or making love poems argue with a computer. Based in Falmouth, the far southwest’s secret spoken word hotspot, his work has variously been described as smart, satirical, lascivious, and insightful, and now he is busy trying to live up to the hype. In the last year he has performed in a wide variety of venues, including the Round Room at Port Eliot Festival, the universities of Falmouth and Newport, the Drill Hall in London, and Taunton Scout Hut.

Samples

Let winter come Let the harvest fill the tables, let the fields look a little lost, let the flowers go to bed. Let the days be undone by darkness, let the trees shake off the last of their leaves, let the rains wash the year away. Let the puddles freeze, let the moon rise and the snow fall, let the sounds release their silence. Let the children build their snowmen, let the paths remain unswept, let the drift pile up at the door. Let the hinges squeak, let the locks rust, let the tools lie in their box. Let your breath hang in the air, let the clouds thicken, let the sky sink. Let winter come. Would you mind making me a cup of tea? Would you mind, if it’s not too much trouble and if it fits in with your schedule and if it won’t make you think I’m demanding too much of you or not appreciating you because I do appreciate you even though I know I might not always show it as much as I should do, and I don’t want you to think that I’m being a chauvinist either because you know I don’t think women belong in the kitchen even though I know you will have to actually go to the kitchen if you were going to make which I’d like you to make, but you don’t have to make, only do it if it’s something you want to do, a cup of tea for me and you know I’ll repay the favour sometime even though I know I didn’t make you tea that one time that you asked me when I was really tired but probably should’ve done anyway because I knew that you had had a hard day too and when I said ‘favour’ I didn’t mean like a sexual favour although of course I’m not ruling that out but I want you to know that I want you for more than just your body although your body is beautiful but so is your mind, which isn’t to say that your body is any less beautiful now that your mind is beautiful, which was of course always beautiful, I just hadn’t mentioned it before but I didn’t want you to think that I hadn’t been thinking about it and I know you often say that I think too much but this wasn’t that kind of thinking it was just a passing thought not that you’re a passing thought I think about you all the time though not in that way that I just said was the way when you say that I’m thinking too much, no just in the way that a person might do when they, you know, like love you.

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