Subverse Recital

Zoe Brooks and Clare Pollard in Stroud on Wednesday, between them made an engaging evening’s recital.  Host Adam was right, they complimented each other. 

Two generations of women: Zoe with a conjuring up of the works of hands, and the vivid, alarming mood swings of Punch, Clare with an incisive creativity sharing the love and hardship of a woman’s lot.  Was it her blood in the snow, or Zoe’s? I can’t remember.

Plumped down on the comfy seat before the stage – a step for the performers would have been a kindness – I was well-placed to enjoy the presentation, and well-reminded of the purpose of a poetry recital, it's  sharing of thought and perspective.  

Too much apart, I am looking forward to seeing more poetry in action.  As SubVerse was so refreshing I’d say good poetry in particular - the evening swam by - but any like event is usually time well spent, like an hour in a gallery. But what a good crowd the poets are.

LightBox, Woking 26 May

 A second review for Smudge in Write Out Loud an amiable introduction to the verse, and, as a follow up, invited along by Greg Freeman and WOL company to join their monthly session at the Lightbox, Woking. Thursday 26 May. Gargling and voice exercises resume.

I watched the Ian McKellen one man show on the box last night, on the downside, that daft old NT inflexion crept in to the Shakespeare, here and there - perhaps a memory key, the show was long - but much of the McKellen sheer quality, and most enjoyable his recital of Hopkins' Leaden Echo and Golden Echo. Good grief, to think how i whine and stumble over my few lines of verse. Speak Oot Man, speak oot!