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)