John very effecting and very cleverly written well done.
Comment is about THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
This was written while internet was building up momentum.
Comment is about http://SURF'S UP.mmm (1997) (blog)
Original item by David Addington
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 9th Nov 2015 21:17
Hi Stu. Me again! You gave me a comment some time ago about inspiration. May I comment that you have today inspired me. 'Tales of A Bass Player Pizza Delivery Boy' Thanks Xx
Comment is about Bad Ass Bass Angel (blog)
Love this one Dave and the Launderette one with your funny word play. This is really funny and the descriptive detail gives a great picture.
Comment is about Rob the train (blog)
Original item by David Addington
aww thank you :) i would love you to perform it for me xx
Comment is about One day soldier (blog)
Original item by Tracey Bucknell
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 9th Nov 2015 19:22
I do so like this Anita x
Comment is about Who is this sod called God? (blog)
Original item by Anita Connor
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 9th Nov 2015 19:11
Thanks for reading and commenting. Was a bit unsure whether to post this link but I know the bass player in this would be 'over the moon' as he loves to tell his stories and show his videos to anyone with time to watch and listen. He has some bloody fantastic stories to tell about various bands. He made a police officers day, who helped in the retrieval of his guitars, with some stories about the Stone Roses, for who he had purchased tickets that day. You have to wait until nearer the end to get a glimpse! But don't forget this poem is for the Angel and that is not me!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xSd6QjCDY9g
Comment is about Bad Ass Bass Angel (blog)
Lynn Hamilton
Mon 9th Nov 2015 18:58
Thanks for reading and commenting Anita. I too enjoyed making the Guy but not burning him. X
Comment is about Just Another Guy (blog)
Thanks Cynthia. I don't know which is more haunting, the crash of waves or the beat of a military drum.
Comment is about TOMORROW (blog)
Original item by David Subacchi
Thanks Cynthia and Stu. I'm never sure on these deeper thought poems whether they will click, they demand involvement. Stu, it can take a whole lot of time learning the hard way - I think success and fame bring more problems in self discovery . In partnerships we can project our neuroses onto our partners, and not realize. Be prepared at all times!!
Comment is about IN A FUNNY SORT OF WAY (blog)
Original item by ray pool
Ecstasy sends love
into a domain
that is both
dark and light
you see when
no longer blind.
Comment is about Ecstasy (blog)
Original item by Katy Megan
Thanks Stu, glad you enjoyed it. First time I've written about Skye despite umpteen visits. When I took that photo at that time, near Staffin, it hit a note, especially thinking of the land risings at Braes & Glendale in the late 19th century.
Comment is about Dreich (blog)
Original item by Stuart A. Paterson
Good grief, Anita, the final comment wasn't about your poem!
It was a general observation about how some people are addicted to finding 'symbolism' in every blooming thing or sentence, and this 'addiction' is a PITA, because they never let-up, never let something just 'be'. Patricio's take was very interesting, and highly possible. I surely thought you got my intent with the smiley face and the final comment. I spoke as though I knew you well, and that was an error. Sharing poetry does that to me, and I've got to be more careful. Please accept my apologies.
Comment is about Fish in the fog! (blog)
Original item by Anita Connor
Good one, David. I really like the opening and closing linkage. The metaphor seems, simultaneously, both subtle and strong. Not sure why.
Comment is about TOMORROW (blog)
Original item by David Subacchi
Simply super, in attitude and poetical construction.
Comment is about IN A FUNNY SORT OF WAY (blog)
Original item by ray pool
especially amusing because its a bass player. unfairly lambasted throughout history, it reminds me of the joke...
What's the first thing a bass guitarist says when he knocks on your door?
"Pizza!"
Comment is about Bad Ass Bass Angel (blog)
keith moon eat your heart out! liked this lynn, its funny and a little bit sad...
Comment is about Bad Ass Bass Angel (blog)
this projects brilliantly both the dreams one has and the harsh realities. well written and enjoyable.
Comment is about Dreich (blog)
Original item by Stuart A. Paterson
<Deleted User> (8659)
Mon 9th Nov 2015 08:13
Crikey Lynn, he's really throwing himself into the wild side aint he! Good one. Ledger
Comment is about Bad Ass Bass Angel (blog)
I think it is esoteric in places and I have other scribbles in the same vein which are thematic of this type of thing: shamanism, mystique, destiny kind of thing.
Comment is about Disappointments (blog)
Original item by David Addington
Thanks Graham. I will defo look at that. It was a bit spare of the moment - punk DIY ethos to how I view art.
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Original item by David Addington
Comment is about Disappointments (blog)
Original item by David Addington
Intrigued David,
Personally I love the words but not the layout. Certain words here need to start each line. It's all great stuff but needs a shake up. Line five is wonderful.
Well done.
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Original item by David Addington
You can find more of my work simply by searching on line for DAVID SUBACCHI.
Comment is about TOMORROW (blog)
Original item by David Subacchi
These were brave if reluctant heroes, MC.
A fitting tribute to one man and all those others.
Comment is about UNCLE NICK (blog)
Original item by M.C. Newberry
The video of this boy's death is quite sickening but needs to be seen if there is any hope it was not in vain.
Comment is about THE LAUGHING POLICEMAN (blog)
Original item by John Coopey
Reminded me of my childhood Lynn. We didn't have Halloween s we spent time making guy fawkes to burn. Fraid he plays no part these days, just organised fires and fireworks! I did feel for your poor guy! Thanks for the memory!
Anita
Comment is about Just Another Guy (blog)
I remember Patricia Hayes, Graham. I think Jeremy Reed is in touch with his feminine side, but I'm not sure that is the look he is aiming for. Interesting.
Comment is about Jeremy Reed, Aldeburgh, 2015 (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
leah
Sun 8th Nov 2015 20:30
20 October Our First Gig at 'Folly Upstairs' with Guest Performer, Dan Simpson and our popular Open Mic
Dan Simpson, Write Angle's first Guest Performer, at our fabulous new 'digs', 'Folly Upstairs', brought science, maths and poetry together, all adding up to an original, clever and fun evening.
Starting with 'Packing a Poem': 'Imagine a suitcase is the poem'; he then spoke of tidily packing it, fitting things in places; tucking verbs into nouns like squashing socks into shoes. Mixing metaphors with underwear, Rolling verses into one another. Then, when the lid doesn't shut, sit on your poem to close the lid. His poem about 'The Passing of a 'Deadline', brought laughs. He's from Bexley, 'the home of Kate Bush and the BNP', describing his town with memories of 'sliced white bread and butter'; he worked at Starbucks. Talked of 3.59pm on the 'last day of school'. Then, a limerick about 'The Man from Lands End' who 'he's written out of existence, and the importance of 'striving to be something greater than your creator'. Inspiring ideas such as 'destiny is in our own paths'.
Dan loves writing poetry about poetry. 'It's meta poetry'. He told of the Post Modern Post Office. No packages, no postmasters, no building... only poetry. 'We are post modern, post feelings.…' Then, the study of knowledge. 'How we understand truth...when all ability to understand the world deserts you. There is no god. There is no 'why'. Maybe you don't know which toothbrush belongs to you and you've been using your housemate's for the past 3 months'.
Dan describes poetry in shapes. He took out a large sheet of paper. 'This is a big poem. '. He then unfolded it over and over till it completely hid him. But then, as he folded it back down, explaining that 'a big poem can have big problems. It can get too big for its boots.' Finally, when it was quite small, he cast it aside. 'Sometimes it's hard to get what you want to say into the shape you want it to be...such as the shape of your heart..shape of a river..The shape of love. Love is not a shape poem. Dan teaches and especially loves kids in primary school. 'There's no cynicism. 'This poem written by a 5 year old is probably the best thing you've ever read'. Not mediated by a lifetime of living. It's powered by simple cartoon coloured words.. 'Remember when imagination was everything and you were a poem written by a five year old child'.
His poem about love. 'Drunk and stumbling, they fall into love, spilling love's lager. Love's a mean drunk but he's meaner when he's sober and this was his first drink after a very long day…. Love has deep battle-line creases on his face… love is here to break hearts. Then, invited to perform at a hen party, the poem steps up onto the stage...it's a stripping poem – a hunk of masculine verse'.
Dan has a wonderful and unique way of seeing things which really stimulates the mind. He's a super and unusual poet who loves interacting with the audience. It's pretty obvious they love him as well! His imagination carries him in places that none of our poets have visited before.
At the Open Mic, Dave Allen's poem was a 'shaggy dog tale' about taking his laptop to the beach (spectatularly bad idea) then, inspired by what a friend of his saw (he just missed it): 'with water dripping down my rippling torso…' It's bikini season. Never saw the sky so blue. Something leapt from the sky and a bloody gull grabbed the flake from his ice cream...each bird steals from another...midst the lovely beach scene, but then, a big dog was about to lay some 'eggs'…it was a fun poem told in Dave's laidback way, with the audience in hysterics…
Bruce Parry had a dream that there would be a shelter. followed with 'Harvest Moon'...watching over our bewitching hours…; 'Sacred Sanctuary' – the new exodus...all our Western religions would make the ultimate sacrifice...giving sanctuary to the homeless...where will the shelter be. A Europe to read. The exodus had begun. Then, 'Blood Moon'….giving the world a madness...WW3 had begun. No bells rang and no religions survived. Very interesting ideas in an eerie tale.
Sue Millett's poem dealt with 'poet's block'. The question being, should she continue, or stop and wait. Colin Eveleigh was 'The Queens Paperboy' ...Remembrances of when all papers and magazines were sold out. As he rushed to get the bag that had the magazine with the photo of a 'naked lady', the money dropped out. He rushed to grab the coins. Fifty years later, it all came back. No naked ladies in Playboy anymore. But the adventures of young boys gazing at the photos lingers on!
Maria Hewitt read about refugees. 'Through the tears of my drowned child'...She spoke of 'Godliness' and 'what are you waiting for. The atrocities, destruction that plays the world...that you created in your own image...What are you waiting for? 'What are you waiting for?' Then, a poem on 'How wonderful is the computer...there- ready to do it's thing. But...where was the inspiration….'
Barry Smith said he loves cartoons, and told of his visit to Bath. How those in the 18th century were just as vicious as ours are. In his poem, 'Bath Comforts', he asks, 'Where are they now? The Assembly Rooms in Bath. Pictures from the 18th century ...it's easy to laugh...where are these men now who Beau Nash found a handful! ….'See they sits with stick and spy glass...eyeing out the feathered headdresses and lacy bosoms. A time of fun for men… ...very different from today..while he and wife were in an elegant apartment...all comforts supplied...moules meunière, sliced pork, apple sauce….tomorrow they 'really will' have to bathe in the natural thermal waters and visit the pump rooms for lunch. (wonderful poem - Barry certainly caught the spirit!)
He read a poem inspired by a picture in Victoria Art Gallery in Bath, by Paul Klee, called 'The Blue Rider'. Although it looked like a simple child's painting of a small harvest scene, Barry continued, it was a complex study of the tale of the last judgment of the Munich Hanging committee – the tale of transmutation..the father of chemical warfare.. the picture of the tale in the suitcase. Found in a child's bedroom. A tribal artifact requiring a final solution. 'This is the tale of a gallery's jewel'. It was read with passion, depicting ugliness at its very core.
John Smith got up and said he wanted to write a 'real poem' as he's been criticised too often for writing about writing. He said 'it's another rambling monologue only he decided to use 'menagerie'...So, what's a small zoo to do with a monologue. Big beasts like politicians, religion, traveling along all with windows firmly closed by tax credit cuts…a step to the kitchen...decided to call it 'Bacon Sandwich'...then thought of the moon…He went on to why he has been called 'Johnny the Nut' – a light beam shone on his head. So John S, in spite of wanting to write 'a real poem', once again did one of his unique monologues and had everyone laughing.
Phyllida Carr played the harmonica.. 'Blue Moon' with the audience singing along. Also, with everyone watching the Rugby, she played a dedication to that, as well as 'Oh my Darling Clementine' - all songs as ever, accompanied by voices of the audience.
Ryan Moss read a short story, 'You Never Told me That'. About a couple, married eight years, who had difficulty as the husband was unable to enbrace his wife due to a childhood trauma. He had been abused by his single mother for years. They had sex but no hugs – no intimacy. The wife met an elderly man whose wife had died and he was lonely. All they did was meet and hug. When he died, he left her a note that she's made him the happiest man and now she must tell her husband how she felt about his lack of intimacy. She, meantime, had decided to leave him and before going, she explained her inability to handle his lack of affection. He didn't know. After she left, the two had never ever been closer. It was a very good story and something new to add to poetry evenings!
Jake then read a poem, 'Listen to Father' in which he realised he couldn't learn from his father's mistakes but had to make his own. 'He used to ask me why I always did my 'thing'. His second poem, 'Fidelity and Hormones' about a woman who believed in marriage but also believed in freedom to do her own thing. She found it wasn't so easy to balance the two and it made for many difficulties. Leah then read poems about a 'Possimist', (combined pessimist and optimist) , 'Audition for Divorce', 'Adopting a Dog'' and 'Lollypop'.
Richard Hawtree's 'Panopticon' told about the prisoners from the failed 1798 rebellion in Dublin's Kilmainham jail designed by Jeremy Bentham so that the guards could see all parts of the prison. David Roberts read 'Looking at the Face in the Mirror' – 'is it me or is it you?'; 'Silver Birch' - 'if only that tree would wrap its arms around me'; and 'Old and Grumpy' – 'complaining about everything, whem you're old and grumpy'.
The raffle for a free meal for two at La Piazetta, was won by one of the lucky open mikers. A great Italian restaurant in town. Meanwhile for those who don't know it, 'Folly Upstairs' is providing special pre-show 3 course dinners starting at 6pm so you have a chance to have a great meal before watching and partaking in Write Angle's evening of entertainment!
All in all, an eclectic evening with an enthusiastic audience and very good performers and the guest performer, Dan Simpson, was certainly a 'perfect' start to a 'new beginning' at 'Folly Upstairs'. Our huge thanks to Gavin, Chloe and Ryan who provided the drinks and food – and even music during the intervals. There are still some glitches – the sound equipment needs adjusting but we'll get it sorted!
Review is about WRITE ANGLE POETRY & MUSIC +OPEN MIC on 20 Oct 2015 (event)
Loved this poem, especially the last line.
Comment is about Late Night (blog)
Original item by Tom Harding
Thanks for the comments. The poems I've put on so far are fairly old. It takes me ages before I'm happy enough with anything to let anyone see it. I don't do enough writing but will perhaps be inspired to do more.
Comment is about Cornwall (blog)
Original item by Julie Anne Sugden
Lynn Hamilton
Sun 8th Nov 2015 16:23
Thanks Guys! Sorry couldn't resist. Thanks for reading and taking the time to comment. If I had been around in that era I think my choices would have been a convent or being burnt. I think I know witch. X
Comment is about Just Another Guy (blog)
so true! i was so anxious to be liked during my teens and a bit after i spent the whole time pretending to be someone i thought others would enjoy. then i realised the only people that mattered were those who liked you for who you are and not for the image you project.
Comment is about IN A FUNNY SORT OF WAY (blog)
Original item by ray pool
lot of art is people trying to describe themselves, throwing darts at a vignette that's always shifting a little to the left of where they thought it was.
this is so good it deserves exaggerated punctuation!!!!
Comment is about John Wayne 1613 (11/05/2015) (blog)
Original item by Zach Dafoe
thanks ray. i actually felt exhausted after writing this, surely the sign that it was worth it!
as a happily married man i feel able to write things like this without being too defensive, if that makes sense
Comment is about maps (blog)
Original item by Stuart Buck
Brave, very moving and refreshing . It all seems so natural and real . You may have unleashed some gremlins with this Stu. I hope it doesn't deteriorate into a mindless and confused rant.
I think there is often an initial attraction between same sex at an early age - and what could be more healthy as the psyche tries to adjust itself to the demands and rigours of society? I would imagine there would not have been quite the same castigation had it been a boarding school . I just don't know.
Ray
Comment is about maps (blog)
Original item by Stuart Buck
Powerfully felt - powerfully put: lest we forget the price
paid by innocence in defence of wider interests beyond their control.
The need to remember sadly equates with the continuance
of conflict somewhere in this world of ours. The poppy
is the emblem of the desire to remember and regret the loss above rejoicing in victory while acknowledging that
the victory allows us the freedom to do both.
Comment is about Wear a poppy? (blog)
Original item by PatricioLG
Reading this on Remembrance Sunday morning makes me
wonder how many thoughts of the lost in war turned to
home and images of other more carefree days as they
endured the horrors of conflict in far-away places.
Evocative - and a welcome antidote to the downsides of
life.
Comment is about Cornwall (blog)
Original item by Julie Anne Sugden
Thank you Amanda. Now very slightly updated when I
tuned in for the Cenotaph ceremony.
Comment is about UNCLE NICK (blog)
Original item by M.C. Newberry
Sorry, but am I the only one who thinks this picture of Jeremy is a dead ringer for Patricia Hayes who used to accompany the comedian Arthur Haynes?
Comment is about Jeremy Reed, Aldeburgh, 2015 (article)
Original item by Greg Freeman
Thankyou for your comments having my mum with eltzimers for 25years and seeing her laugh and crying when she was ill and not even knowing or liking me most of the time because of her illness. There are reasons for hoping our future can be free from hatred for our children's sake Regards Wendy
Comment is about M.C. Newberry (poet profile)
Original item by M.C. Newberry
Tom Harding
Mon 9th Nov 2015 23:42
Hi Julie, thanks for your comments on my poem gkad you liked it!
Comment is about Julie Anne Sugden (poet profile)
Original item by Julie Anne Sugden