HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! XXX
HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!!! XXX
Very happy and excited to have three of my poems published in Sundog Lit – go read them here!
I had a fantastic night hosting/compering/interviewing/rabble-rousing/drunkard stewarding/evoking voodoo/performing poetry at the launch party for the publication of the amazing Dean Lilleyman’s second novel, ‘The Gospel According To Johnny Bender’. It was a magical night, a celebration of the eternal culture of Making Stuff, a ritual anointing of Our Johnny, a blood-vow of love and support for Dean and his every mercurial endeavour…
On the night I managed to let the X-Pro1 whir a few (hundred) shots through the silver dog-moon apparition chamber. This is The Launch Party For Johnny Bender According To My Feral Eye. Enjoy! (and go kop the book it’s a future classic just reach out your hands feel for the tongue on fire and it’s yours…)
Had a fantastic time hosting and performing at Hand Job Zine’s launch party for issue 10 last night. Congratulations to Jim and Sophie from Hand Job for organising a wonderful night of entertainment, and also to everyone who came down, performed or partied or both.
The zine looks absolutely amazing and is packed with some incredible writing – including *ahem* a story by yours truly – and comes with a c.d. of spoken word, and a song by myself and John Freer (otherwise known as We Bleed Ink). As well as photography by the brilliant and talented Sophie Pitchford. You can pick up a copy of the zine here.
I managed to squeak a few photos out of the x-pro1 inbetween introducing acts and performing… this is the night in pictures according to my twitchy feral eye….
(By the way, the band were fucking brilliant, they’re called The White Skull Death Snakes Of Death… Check’em out)
Enjoy the pictures ar kid… and see you at the next one! xx
(note on the photographs: all shot on fuji x-pro1 – no image was cropped, grain is due to high iso as was low light in venue and camera has no flash. also, if you use any images please credit myself – Miggy Angel – as the photographer/author of the image. Cheers! xx)
The Do Or Die Poets return to Sobar for another night of live lit, hosted by Miggy Angel – and featuring our headline performer, the incomparable John Marriott!
There will be an open mic on the night – places are limited so arrive early to book a spot.
This is a free event, hosted by Sobar, Nottingham’s premiere alcohol-free venue. Food will be served between 6-7pm – so why not bring the family, enjoy great food and an evening of amazing poetry!
The Do Or Die Poets are a group of performance poets in recovery – come and support their incredible work, and maybe read a poem yourself on the open mic!
I’ll leave you with a cracking tune from John Marriott – be sure to come down and hear him live this friday! Look forward to seeing you down there – love love love xx
FRIDAY 27th November 6-9pm at Sobar, 22 Friar Lane, Nottingham
Join us as we welcome the Nottingham Poetry Festival to the Sobar for a fantastic, inspiring night of Do Or Die poetry. The Do Or Die Poets are the attendees of my weekly creative writing workshop, where I am fortunate to witness the courage and talent of these brilliant writers-in-recovery, and I am very proud to be hosting an event intended to showcase and celebrate their amazing writing. It’s wonderful that the guys are also part of the inaugural Nottingham Poetry Festival!
On the evening we’ll have poetry from the Do Or Die Poets themselves, plus an open mic session (open mic slots are limited so arrive early to book as it will be first-come first-served) – as well as featured guests from the local Nottingham spoken word scene, and a set from our headline act, the fantastic East Midlands poet, Toby Campion!
“Toby Campion is an award winning writer based in Leicester. Placing second in the UK at the National Poetry Slam Championships 2014, Toby has come first runner up at the BBC Poetry Slam Finals for the past 2 years running and was awarded the Most Promising Playwright Award 2015 by Fifth Word Theatre. Toby represented the UK at the Capturing Fire International Poetry Summit 2015 in Washington, DC and performs his poetry, which has been featured on national networks including BBC Radio 4 and Channel 4, at events across the UK and America. Passionate about engaging audiences with poetry, Toby co-hosts spoken word night Find the Right Words and organises national poetry competition, UniSlam.”
As usual, the evening will be compered by myself, your host, Miggy Angel.
‘Miggy Angel I like your style!’ – John Cooper Clarke.
So, join us on Friday 27th Nov 6-9pm to celebrate the Nottingham Poetry Festival, and the wonderful Do Or Die Poets. See you there guys! It’s gonna be amazing! And it’s free!
Sobar says – “This will be an early gig, from 6pm – 9 pm, an early start to the weekend, and we hope you can join Sobar after work for a bite to eat – SOBAR is an alcohol free bar so we advise the milkshakes and vintage lemonade!
We will be doing a Happy Hour special between 6pm – 7pm where all our guests will receive 50% off all food on our menu.
The food is awesome too with a variety of treats such as Full english (all day), breakfast muffins & bacon sandwiches. We have panini, burgers, ‘soup of the day’, salads. We highly recommend the Goats Cheese panini!
The money spent at the bar goes towards the bands and to SOBAR which is part of the Double Impact Services charity helping people in recovery.
As with all SOBAR SOCIAL’s this event is FREE!
Sobar Social is a new exciting event held at Sobar on the last Friday of every month. The event is designed for people in recovery and their friends. It is an event where people can come together and enjoy an evening of entertainment and socialize without the booze.”
Today's her birthday and we are arcs
of light in the afterdark
pharmacy, playing paper, scissors,
stone with the Ativan
machine. Our one religion
of breaking and entering. Her reflection
in blue-grain tinsel
through the moon-tomb
windowpane is a Renaissance
painting of classic,
anaesthetic proportions. Lowering
the sulphur and the hovering
lanterns of illuminated
barbiturates, down into
the cavern of our lungs’
breathless apparatus, the song
begins. And if she remembers
the words she shall be dead.
In the dream, a nuisance man, wearing
surgical mask, flags a hearse, waving
(Another free-write poem fragment by me – and painting by the amazing artist Alexander Tinei)
If she keeps notsaying the thing
is that as good as sayingit, she wandered.
Hands, fluent in silence. The awning
kept an awful countenance,
contemptuous above the concrete.
Broken bricks in forlorn walls
toothed the street-mouth, little
sore-dust asphalt sharks that dart
beneath the tenements. And who
amongst us was betrothed
to the truth, she bartered. Poetry
was the way she waited forever
outside the closed door. If you listen
closely, every name is called
except for hers. Now, do you have
what you came for, have you
something red, shining, unjust
to write about?
(another free-write poem fragment by me, and artwork by the wonderful Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Beneath her feet, the city
gossips, tarmac tongues whispering
the hymn of her returning.
Every sodden yard of hard-mooned
kerbstone unfurls to her insoles,
black locale knows the girl
& her swell cobalt mind
so well: the hackneyed princess
of slagheaps and monolithic
mole-hills of one-mil syringes.
Doom-town stare of a million
– Miggy Angel
(I just wrote this lil orphan fragment off the top of my head – and as I’m trying to post here regularly again and cultivate a consistent writing practice I thought I’d share it with yous – the above artwork is by one of my fav artists: Gottfried Helnwein. Check his art out it is incredible.)
This past week has been one of the busiest I’ve had performing-wise since I pared-back my reading activities to a minimum a couple of years ago after having burned out. I must say it’s been an absolutely exhilerating week and I have loved every one of the events I’ve been fortunate to have performed at.
The week began with the Oxjam event at Rough Trade record shop here in Nottingham – organised by Claire and Rosa from the Oxfam bookshop in town. I had a nice long set-time and was able to really appreciate the receptive crowd that assembled for the night. It’s always great to be amongst poetry lovers and I met some lovely people after the gig – got rid of some books too. The night was a mix of musicians, DJs and myself and the poet Alice Short providing the live lit element. Thanks again to Claire and Rosa for organising the night and booking me to perform – look forward to collaborating with the bookshop on events in the future.
Mid-week saw the return of Speech Therapy down at Bar Deux/Guitar Bar. If you’ve ever attended Speech Therapy then you know that I have a certain way of negotiating the task of hosting the night, let’s say. The event is quite anarchic, energetic, irreverent, but always extremely supportive, nurturing and encouraging of any one and every one who steps up to the mic to deliver their words. Something I’m most proud of is the fact that so many first-time poetry performers find the courage to perform their poems for the very first time down at Speech Therapy. This is no accident as I work hard to cultivate and preserve this atmosphere of encouragement – but I also like the fact that Speech Therapy has an edge to it. Hope to see you there next time! (fourth thurs of every month – see here for details)
Then on to Friday night – and the launch event for Handjob Zine – which I was scheduled to perform at and also host (just so you know, Handjob, the zine’s title, refers to the fact that the zine is Hand Made – I’m reliably informed by Jim and Sophie, the mag’s editors). Now, let me tell you, come seven o’clock on Friday evening, after a full week of day-job drugs work and also gigging in the evening, I was completely knackered. But Jim and Sophie are two of the nicest people going and for them, I will go the extra mile. I first met Jim because he had kopped a copy of Grime from a local bookshop, read it, loved it, and contacted me to tell me so. Jim is a genuine, humble lover of literature who set up a lit zine with his girlfriend, Sophie. They have a wonderfully working-class sensibility, a feel for the communal reach of the word, and a belief in the underbelly of the boar. The night was fantastic, with amazing words from amazing writers, (go view Handjob’s write-up of the event here and also check out some of the photos…) writers who read were: Louise Hart, Luke Humphries, Raif Mansell, Ben Williams, Holly Watson, Dean Lilleyman, and Joseph Ridgwell. It was great to see/hear Dean read from his novel again, after having met him recently when we booked him to perform at the Do Or Die Poets night down at Sobar. Also, I had the opportunity to meet Joseph Ridgwell – having read his work online for many years – and Joe turned out to be an absolutley top fella. We London-ed it up chin-wagging at the bar for an hour or so, which was another highlight of the night for me. And I met Martin Appleby the editor of Paper and Ink zine, who I’ve promised to send some poems to for the upcoming ‘Hangover’ issue. Go submit yourselves, it’s a great lil publication. Cheers for the free copy, Martin!
Local band White Finger – complete with my good friend Jess the drummer girl! – rounded off the night with a high voltage blast of Notts punk. A fitting end to a great night….
Gigs to put in your diary – Dean Lilleyman will be performing at the November Speech Therapy – and I will be hosting another Do Or Die Poets night at Sobar at the end of November. If you made it to the last Do Or Die night then you know that’s an event not to be missed.
Anyways, I’ll leave you with some pictures of my performance down at Rough Trade, taken by my friend Donna – thanks Donna. I look nuts. What can I say? I put everything into it when I read/perform my poems, or compere an event. I don’t like to leave anything unspent. Feels counterfeit to do any thing but give every thing you’ve got. As I like to say, I crawled for eternity on my hands and knees over broken glass and molten tarmac just to read you a poem. Where I come from, it’s the height of bad manners to tell a poem without your head on fire.
See you at the next seance my friends! xx
PHOTOGRAPH – BY DAVID LEVEQUE
You hear a voice. You close your eyes. You see a house. It is a day made for sleepwalking, stuffing obsolete coins into broken slot-machines, and the nights are made of hands. You close your eyes further still. You hear more voices. You keep your eyes closed for a couple of years. This is how books are made. Just don’t tell anyone. No one would ever believe you. Make a rosette from a plume of smoke. Keep your eyes and mouth shut and never let the blood congeal.
This blog was four years old in July. This morning I moved every single post into the trash. I found this photograph online today. I like to stare at photographs and chew on the fact that I will never write a poem as dense with silhouette and shadow as this photograph is. And. Neither will you. Never mind, though. Never ever mind. One word after the other we go.