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
I’ll be performing (and compering) the HandJob magazine launch at Chameleon arts café tonight – really looking forward to this as have a lot of time for the wonderful Jim and Sophie – and also the night has an array of wonderful performers/writers lined up! Should be a cracking night! and just £3 on the door – 6till late – see you there! xx
Also – go and check out their mag’s site here and go buy the magazine whenever it drops okk
Today, 10th April 2015, in the Dutch city of Gouda, the life and achievements of poet Leo Vroman are being celebrated. The 10th of April would have been Leo’s 100th birthday. For those that do not know, Leo Vroman was a poet, artist, scientist, and owner of one of the more incredible biographies in literature. Leo passed away on 22nd February, 2014, at his home in Fort Worth, Texas.
I discovered Leo and his work, fortuitously, because I have the great fortune to work with one of his daughters, Geri Griffin. We are drug workers in a substance-addiction service in Nottingham city centre. Geri says wonderful things like, “I am grateful to have a job where I get to use my soul.”
Geri told me, of her father, “One of my dad’s favourite lines from (of course) a New Yorker cartoon, showing Mrs. DaVinci with sceptical crossed arms, looking at her husband hunched over his littered work-desk: ‘Leo, aren’t you spreading yourself a little thin?'”
“Leo Vroman lived till the age of 98,” Geri continued, “residing in – going backwards in time – Fort Worth, New York City, New Jersey, Indonesia, and the Netherlands (which he fled when the Nazis invaded, since he was Jewish and pessimistic) – also surviving Japanese Prisoner Of War camps during the war.”
“So,” Geri said, “maybe the answer to the cartoon question, was ‘yes’, or maybe he just spread himself gloriously thick.”
If Time is unable to,
who, dear readers, tell me who?
From House and Yard (Huis en tuin, 1979) – Leo Vroman
Geri told me, “In the Netherlands, Leo has been an established poet for decades, and received many literary accolades and awards there. In the United States he was a research biochemist, particularly examining the actions of proteins (such as those involved in clotting) on surfaces. Someone (not him, though he was happy to repeat it) named one of these phenomena ‘The Vroman Effect’. Not only that, but the war-time love story between himself and his wife of 67 years, Tineke, was so dramatic that it was serialised by Tim Madigan in the Fort Worth Star Telegram, and a book written in the Netherlands, which retells the story, ‘Hoe Mooi Alles’ by Mirjam van Hengel.
The majority of Leo’s poetry was written in Dutch, and published widely in Holland. This means that there are still people who would, undoubtedly, love his work in English-speaking countries, but maybe have yet to be introduced to it. What I have read of Leo’s poetry has been on-line. I loved his writing immediately. A kind of cross between the humanism and social conscience of a Vincent Ferrini, and the surreal probing of another notable poet/scientist, Miroslav Holub. Writing that is always engaging, as lithe as Leo’s bounding mind, five steps ahead of you but never out of reach, and always, always beckoning you onwards, and readable. Oh so readable.
We are cathedrals
dark with hallways
marked with doors
barring the halls
and fallen gargoyles
guarding the floors.
On the walls
are drawings of hallways
hung with coils
of unstrung foils
and always the choir
hides in the height
of its hollow night
its lore unsung
of doors flung wide
to something outside
in the sunlight
From All Godforsaken Night (De godganselijke nacht, 1993) – Leo Vroman
“Leo was prolific in the visual arts,” Geri told me, “with computer art generated by programs he wrote in True Basic, employing chaos maths, did oil paintings in a surrealist or post-impressionist style, representational drawings of objects turned inside-out or otherwise morphing, and cartoons both child-like or ruthlessly political.”
Leo was a fantastic artist, you can see some of his amazing illustrations at this link:
There is, it seems to me, so much to be drawn from the life and work of Leo Vroman. A scientist whose poetry and art reminds us how the long mislaid secret of these rabidly rational times is that the imagination is still the first tool of empiricism – and a poet/artist who utilised his art to withstand and survive the horrors of war.
“Playwright Matty Selman is writing a play in English based on Leo’s unpublished manuscript, Touched by Blood. Matty’s play will share that title and explores both the wonder and the passion for truth characterised by Vroman’s work in all fields,” Geri said.
You can help support the efforts to produce Matty Selman’s play by clicking here
Finally, Geri told me, “Leo’s work was a plea for peace, a testimony of love to all living things, he joked almost constantly, and got angry at injustice. And almost the only advice Leo ever gave was ‘Do what you want.’“
Do what you want, and, go find and read the work of Leo Vroman. Today, the 10th of April, 2015, on what would have been Leo’s one-hundredth birthday, the city of Gouda shall remember the incredible life-story and amazing body of work and achievements of Leo Vroman. So shall I.
Leo Vroman – 1915-2014
I’m watching a Brazilian film called “Rat Fever” (A Febre do Rato) by Cláudio Assis. It’s a black and white film with beautiful photography and features a vociferous street poet called Zizo. Remember when we were like Zizo? Big mouth poets, rabble rousers, creative and cretinous? Whatever happened to us? If everyone else is an ’emerging’ writer these days, then maybe we are ‘retreating’ writers. Friend, do you remember the blue storm, the night it rained and never stopped? We raised the large black umbrella, put our heads inside it, and never came out again.