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Finally had some recordings done – hope you enjoy. Feel free to comment. Thanks for listening.
Despite being a little under the weather, I dosed myself up with a fine mix of Benylin and various cold defying products and pushed myself out for a great evening this week sharing some of my words with Watford’s finest wordsmiths at The LP Cafe, the little home of vinyl, coffee and splendid homemade custard tarts set on the edges of the ring road.
Organised by the Caffeine Dreams collective who literally juggle clever words and balls, it was an evening of reflection and humour, mulling over rights and wrongs, the recent election, global issues and scenarios that are pretty unbelievable (I shall mention that one in a moment). Then I came on and mucked up the cause for discussion and opinion. Well, it was the LP Cafe afterall, with everything from Iron Maiden to Churches hanging from the walls. So, I went straight in with a couple of poems from my new pamphlet and read it’s self titled “The Will To Gig” and “Eggs Fudge and Arctic Roll”, a poem about an intern dealing with the backstage needs of rock and roll bands. I did decide, however, to share “Like”, found here on this blog in the hope that it may have provided some food for thought on my part.
What makes it so special about events like these, when writers all come together with a few listeners thrown in for good measure, is that any topic whatsoever is entertaining and enlightening in itself, and this evening brought everything to the floor – from demonic, psychedelic sexed crazed adventure stories (I don’t know what that guy was on, but he can share Benylin with me any time) to mental health issues, politics and how the Bible came into existence (loved that one!)
Ice cream van
Fizzing light switch
Kamikaze war plane
Reverb, wah wah
Hot needles singe
Can you hear a pin drop?
Yeah! Thousands of them!
Mind your ear ‘oles,
Your tender drum skins.
© Anna Ghislena 2015
My first printed anthology (or annathology!) of poetry has arrived. I thought I would share this little sneaky peak with you guys as I am so please with the outcome. Don’t they look brilliant?
We defined our pitch; our consonance;
dancing pastoral duets of effortless dynamics
finely tuned by ear, in love,
by eye, in lust.
Time shifts the key.
right in the middle of our composition.
Your dominant, my diminished;
harmonious phrases denied completion.
Dull monotony seeps under our melody,
bleeding a bruise of harsh discordance and
confused tones that have no beginning and no end.
All our strings vibrate, when only one is struck.
You refuse to greet our requiem;
I refuse to hear our elegy,
and we are nothing, but smashed chords.
© Anna Ghislena 2014
A new favorite of mine this year. Great live entertainment. I wrote a review for Stereoboard earlier this Autumn of their gig at Dingwalls, Camden.
Enjoy this little ditty
Love Scholars and missed them at Sonisphere this year, so they are kicking off my Advent blogs. Enjoy Hemel Hempstead’s finest rock band!
Take one freshly packed festival fan
carrying a handful of wholesome oatcakes labelled “good intentions”.
Place in the sun to ripen
and baste regularly with warm lager for a couple of hours.
Remove from the heat when pink
and set aside to cool rapidly in cold cider.
Next, add nachos, chilli and chips
and stir gently with a little more of the cider.
Reserve two tablespoons of the mixture to pat flat
and layer decoratively, in portions, across the arena.
Next, mix cider and lager together with Jagermeister
and compliment with several hot sugared donuts.
Allow to simmer in the heat once again before placing with
three ready-made festival fans gently smoked in something wacky.
Next add spit roast chicken, noodles, a couple of sausages,
one giant Yorkshire pud with gravy and a further portion of chips,
taking care to spread some sun lotion onto any burnt areas, if not already done so.
Loosen the mixture with a large slug of lager, setting aside the cup to use for emergencies if the crowd becomes too thick.
Then, take all four fans and blend vigorously for about an hour.
Cool again in evening rain and white wine
and allow to marinade for six hours or overnight.
Garnish with a handful of crumbled wholesome oatcakes labelled “good intentions”.
© Anna Ghislena