At the beginning of July I took part in the Joe Hakim, Mike Watts and Cilla Wykes' organised Write To Speak Larkin-fuelled writing experiment They F**k You Up. To say I was out of my comfort zone and was stupidly nervous is something of an understatement. It was a brown trouser day for sure. Although, pop a mic in my hand and I can generally get away with it. So, because many of you didn't bother turning up, here's one of the poems I performed that night:
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Poetry and motions...
1 comment:
I really like this. It's a bit Cooper Clarke, a bit Rhoda Dakar, a bit that bloke off the racing.
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