Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poems. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 May 2010

in and out of KL.

Now last summer over the course of the festival season I was pretty busy.
What this meant was that quite often I'd arrive at the place I was performing litterally moments before I was due to step out on stage.
I wasn't the only one.

I know Kate Tempest, Ross Sutherland, Inua Ellems, Jamie Woon and Joshua Idehen (to name but a few) were all in the same boat.

Well if you are still in England then you must have realised, Summer is back, and this time it's personal.

The reason I know this because one of my sisters sent me an email telling me how it was so hot she couldn't even go outside.
Apparently it was like 25 degrees C in Leicester.
Seeing as how I set my air-con at around 20 I wasn't really that impressed but it's all relitive eh.

Anyway what with the arrival of summer and with poetry being the new rock-n-roll an all,
I figured I'd do a gig.
not just a gig; but a far away gig.
One where I'd inevitably be cutting it close.

So here it is, performing in Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia.
Flying out from Phnom Penh 4.45 saturday
coming home 2.55 Sunday Malaysian time, (1 hour in front).
21 hours total.


Having lived in Cambodia for the last 6 months KL felt like I'd arrived in the future.
All be it a strangely malign future who's chief arcatect was a 16 year old Gun-Dam robot enthusiast with an obsesive desire to create a searies of Urbainian-style satalite cities scattered across an intensly confusing network of vast, sprawling, seemingly endless super high-ways.

The gig was the first monthly slam at Map. Anyone living in or going to KL would do well to check it out.
Elaine Foster runs it and it's a very possitive night in an amazing space.

After the gig I went out for a drink with some of those in attendance. We went to a place called Boathouse that felt like it was in Bristol but looked exactly like the room in Warrior King where they eat the endangered animals.
I kept expecting Tony Jar to kick some one through the wall screaming, "Where are my elephants?"
unfortunatly that didn't happen.

pretty pricey an all.
In fact if you're sick of having all that money in your pocket then I recomend going out for a drink in KL.
I think it worked out about 18 Ringit per beer.
If US$1= about 3.23RM you can do the maths eh.

Here's a little video I made so you can see what I did.
Mostley just motorbikes, taxis and airoplanes, oh and one poem.





I'm back in Phnom Penh now that due to it's geography is physically 1 hour behind KL
and due to it's history is Artistically 20 years behind the rest of the world.

Time to get cracking on that renaissance.

Saturday, 7 November 2009

Tuk Tuk (a poem)

Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk? mate Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk? you wanna Tuk Tuk? mate Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk? mate Tuk Tuk? Nice hair mate, you wanna Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk? you wanna shoot the big guns? Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk? smoke? Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?
Hello, you want Tuk Tuk?
Tuk Tuk?Tuk Tuk?
NO I DON'T WANT TUK TUK!
Moto?

Tuesday, 30 June 2009

Festival Poem

All the World's a Stage,

Except for the Poetry Stage;

That's a Tent.

Wednesday, 10 June 2009

POEM

The Poet sits at a table,
Scratching his head with a pencil,
Trying to figure out ways of stating the obvious,
whilst making himself seem deep.

Tuesday, 14 October 2008

A Poem

This poem is a colab between me and Kyle.

Maintaining composure in the last few moments of the gang-bang,
Sarah is glamourous, as they come.

Sunday, 14 September 2008

The difference (a poem)

She was from Venus
And He was from Mars
He showed her his Penis
She showed him her Scars.

Wednesday, 10 September 2008

Here's a poem.



This poem is written in the style of John Cooper Clark.
I have chosen to accompany it with an anicdote about meeting John Cooper Clark in the toilets at Latitude Festival.



Here’s the anicdote.

I was at
Latitude Festival,

And I went to
the toilet,

And you wouldn’t beleve who’s standing next to me,
It’s only
John Cooper Clark,

And I turned to him and said,
“hey John, yu know, for you this is just going to the toilet,
but for me,

it’s an anicdote.


Here’s the Poem.



SpaceMan

I’m a spaceman and I live in space,
I’m a spaceman with a spaceman’s face,
I’m a spaceman and I need my space,
Gimmy some space man.