Blackfriars Vocal – open mic poetry

Friday 29 September 2017 – what are you doing?
Loitering South London?

Bankside

Scuffing your boots just south of the Bankside… Near Southwark tube, or the beautiful Blackfriars train station?

Well… here’s something exciting to do:

29 Sept PosterSee you soon!

Blackfriars Vocal 25 August

Dear poets and Southbankers! The excellent world of Blackfriars Settlement poetry will once again be cuddling your ears and strumming your heart strings on Friday 25 August 2017. We start at 7pm and you’ll get 5 minutes at the mike.

It’s open to all performers and styles, and you are welcome to simply enjoy the event from the safety of ‘audience’. Take a look at some of our previous performers, as well as a selection of their work, on our Facebook page. Alternatively; turn up and check it out yourself.

Beck’ Beat Southwark

Hello everybody!

As you can see, I’m aiming to make Beck’ Beat Poetry something of a ‘Thing’, ergo – we have our second event in Southwark in mid-October. The event is hosted at the fabulous Blackfriars Settlement (A community organisation near Pocock Street).

The last one we had here (in August) was an excellent opportunity for a very diverse audience to enjoy an equally dynamic spectrum of poetic voices. The newly ‘corporatised’ interior of the Settlement was transformed. It literally resonated with emotions as our small collection of Open-Mic readers broke down barriers of ignorance and let their words weave magical strands of hope and destruction. It really was that good.

You can see a flavour of some of what occurred, in August, on the Facebook page. Please check it out (obvs)!

If you can make it to this epically central location on a Friday night in the middle of October, jump in and read us a few of your poems.

Countdown to Poem-A-Thon

Poem-A-Thon Poster

With less than 2 weeks until the awesome Poem-A-Thon for MSF and refugees, I can excitedly share that the event has already rasied over £7,500 (that’s lots of $$’s, especially given that poets and friends of poets are the ones raising the cash!)

I’ve already begged for your contributions in this earlier post, and now I’m repeating myself. The stories of what refugees are going through is horrific. The cause for most of the pain is generally due to the anger and ineptitude of our own governments (UK, US, European), so here they come – the non-extreme, bits of families, doctors, chefs, designers, writers, gardeners – here they come seeking refuge and opportunity. If you can help the excellent work of Medicines Sans Frontier, by donating £10 or more to this poemathon, it will make a real difference to some random, foreign, unknown somewhere (someone who will never know that you even bothered).

My just giving page

My attempt at A Haiku about the event:

Low red Bedouin moon
Dawn shoreline, the crisp blue Med.
Words chill London air

Thank you for reading and supporting the plight of other human beans.

60 poets will be reading from 12pm-10pm and if you can get to Vout-O-Reenee’s surrealist club on Saturday 5th December, entry is free and you are bound to hear some magic and meet some fabulous people.

takers rhyme

Someone takes it all
She knew
There’s someone takes it all
The sick heat of our
everywhere city-heads
crash against the wall

And in the broken bones
Of your crap dreams
Where cash has poisoned thoughts
And done-in trees
There are no wings
Nor cherubim’s

Giants of mirth ground down
She saw
Her giants of mirth ground down
Under weights of debts and pressure
So many ways to grind you down

Someone takes it all she knew
There’s someone takes it all
No floral wisps or sun rays
Dry her tears from this bleak floor

Who takes it all? Do you
Who stands fast taking
All the all?The liars robbing even bile
Still
There’s always more to take
Take more

Globus

Low moon sits, where once the sun.
They rise from single horizon.

And though one’s fired where other pales
both hold the key to drought and gales.

These orbs of incandescent ascent
follow everlasting descent.

Always there, whe’er seen or not
moon as cold as sun is hot.

Globus London