01 May 2014
One of the ways that poets escape from their their computers, and get to share their work, is by showing off in public. All the things parents of a post-war generation tried to inculcate in their children, ‘Don’t show off!’, ‘Don’t draw attention to yourself’, are thrown aside, you walk out to the microphone, try to get your breathing under control, still the shaking leg, and share your self with the audience.
Why do we do it? Well, it gives us a chance to try out our work, breathe with an audience and properly communicate. Sometimes it feels an easy thing to do, and at other times it feels like the scariest thing ever. An extreme sport without any breathing apparatus or parachute.
I have several lined up over the next month or two, after a lovely reading in Heart in Headingley on the 30th April, two minutes from home and packed with folk I knew.
The first one is in York on Thursday 15th May,
Music and Poetry to Die For
National Centre for Early Music, St Margaret’s Church, Walmgate.York
With soprano Alison Wray, the Chanticleer Singers and me. I’m reading, amongst other poetry, specially commissioned work on coma for the University of York.
And then on Saturday 21 June
Poetry in the City
City Hall BD1 5DS
With Bradford’s own, unmissable, Joolz Denby Expect dramatic moving stories of people’s journey through life interwoven with thoughts on the mystic, natural and unnatural world.
Tel: 01943 816714
It would be great to see you there…