doph's world
08 June, 2013
Reading at Left Bank, Bristol
Went to Left Bank in Stokes Croft this Wednesday. I signed up to their open mic, and read a few from 'A Brief Flash of Nature' (http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B00CVC5MVM).
Here's a video of the reading:
Really enjoyed the evening, I went with some mates from university and got some food next door at the Social. For the most part, it was a musical open mic. The acts included a man singing what seemed to be Cuban music, despite being whiter than I and missing a few teeth. He was really talented though, both in singing and guitar. The act who played the piano was quite good, though it was somewhat reminiscent of the bars in old western films and I half expected someone to enter with a John Wayne swagger.
Fortunately, I got a free pint for performing, and the entrance was free. Also, I put extra thanks in the vid to the chap who works there called Olly, who was both friendly and professional. My mates who are really into playing music agreed he was a fantastic drummer, something he did along with compering, occasionally manning the bar, and being the sound technician.
So all in all, I would highly recommend reading here!
Cheers
doph
:o)
Here's a video of the reading:
Really enjoyed the evening, I went with some mates from university and got some food next door at the Social. For the most part, it was a musical open mic. The acts included a man singing what seemed to be Cuban music, despite being whiter than I and missing a few teeth. He was really talented though, both in singing and guitar. The act who played the piano was quite good, though it was somewhat reminiscent of the bars in old western films and I half expected someone to enter with a John Wayne swagger.
Fortunately, I got a free pint for performing, and the entrance was free. Also, I put extra thanks in the vid to the chap who works there called Olly, who was both friendly and professional. My mates who are really into playing music agreed he was a fantastic drummer, something he did along with compering, occasionally manning the bar, and being the sound technician.
So all in all, I would highly recommend reading here!
Cheers
doph
:o)
Labels: A Brief Flash of Nature, Bristol, Left Bank, Olly, Open Mic, poems, poetry, Stokes Croft, University
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28 May, 2013
'A Brief Flash of Nature' out now!
My first ebook, a collection of about 45 poems, was published just over a week ago:
It's free on Kindle for the first 90 days, and can be read on iphone/ipad, Android, PC and Mac.
The poems are mostly new, mostly content I've written in the last 4 years or so. I hope to be doing some readings in Bristol in the coming months, keep track via twitter @dophuph (https://twitter.com/dophuph)
Cheers!
Joe
:o)
It's free on Kindle for the first 90 days, and can be read on iphone/ipad, Android, PC and Mac.
The poems are mostly new, mostly content I've written in the last 4 years or so. I hope to be doing some readings in Bristol in the coming months, keep track via twitter @dophuph (https://twitter.com/dophuph)
Cheers!
Joe
:o)
Labels: A Brief Flash of Nature, Collection, dophuph, Kindle, poems, poetry
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31 July, 2012
Team BP
Colossi throw javelin and hurdle
Their way in name of branded octane,
Opposite the shiny supermarket that directs one to Earl's court.
That their modern spears are used to
Shove down our throats that which I would
Have watched anyway
Belittles the team gb bandwagon.
But dear, how else do they get funding?
They're being paid to do what they love,
Their true calling, that which your red button
Reveals.
The private invest, the public digest.
Their way in name of branded octane,
Opposite the shiny supermarket that directs one to Earl's court.
That their modern spears are used to
Shove down our throats that which I would
Have watched anyway
Belittles the team gb bandwagon.
But dear, how else do they get funding?
They're being paid to do what they love,
Their true calling, that which your red button
Reveals.
The private invest, the public digest.
Labels: athletes, calling, corporate sponsorship, doph, london, london 2012, olympics, poems, poetry
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25 September, 2009
Spontaneous poetry from folklore hurricane
Last Sun evening, went to the latest folklore hurricane at the strong rooms, Shoreditch. Had a little go at dj'ing again (i.e. played about 5 songs!). Brought paper n pen n got people in the audience to volunteer words for poems once more.
Probs shouldn't have gone, felt pretty shite. Finally getting better now, been off work for over a week. Phoned the doc the other day, looks like it was probs swine flu, leading to a secondary chest infection. Always end up with bloody chest infections when I get colds/flu. Thought a few hours sitting around drinking lemonade wouldn't do much harm, felt crap when I got in though. Got antibiotics for the chest infection (oxytetracycline), which seem to be clearing it up quite effectively.
Here're the poems I put together, with the help of people in the audience:
on a soft seat
by a table, she sat
a pause between running
happiness in the calm before tomorrow
he heaves, his arms sweat
the oars plunge deep into choppy wet
a child waves from the shore
joy and innocence soon his no more
small paws pad over last night's broken glass
away from belly resonance
the mouse senses sorrow
a moment which passed, a potential not realised
skillful fingers make cuts on hot wax
she scratches when mixing between tracks
head gets hazy
warm instincts overcome melancholic thoughts
the monkey pounces
his friend pees in fear
sharp teeth cut into flesh
blood splashes like waves breaking on a sea shore
she tip toes to the toilet
must not wake the child
lavender in the vase reminds her of her mum
the night ends
she stands
in wait, to collect
the old red cardigan he nanna made her
anxious not to lose
evidence of her warm essence
it clinks into her cup
small penny thrust in aid
her elation, now happy
she walks to the shop for a cup of tea
withered and matchstick thin
he works the weights in desparation
bitter at nature for the frame he was given
her anger rises as the boat sways
beneath in warm water, a lilo rides the waves
she leaps, diving down with fingers first
her neck crunches on splashy impact
soft wet soothes
Bit better than last time's efforts!
doph
:o)
Probs shouldn't have gone, felt pretty shite. Finally getting better now, been off work for over a week. Phoned the doc the other day, looks like it was probs swine flu, leading to a secondary chest infection. Always end up with bloody chest infections when I get colds/flu. Thought a few hours sitting around drinking lemonade wouldn't do much harm, felt crap when I got in though. Got antibiotics for the chest infection (oxytetracycline), which seem to be clearing it up quite effectively.
Here're the poems I put together, with the help of people in the audience:
on a soft seat
by a table, she sat
a pause between running
happiness in the calm before tomorrow
he heaves, his arms sweat
the oars plunge deep into choppy wet
a child waves from the shore
joy and innocence soon his no more
small paws pad over last night's broken glass
away from belly resonance
the mouse senses sorrow
a moment which passed, a potential not realised
skillful fingers make cuts on hot wax
she scratches when mixing between tracks
head gets hazy
warm instincts overcome melancholic thoughts
the monkey pounces
his friend pees in fear
sharp teeth cut into flesh
blood splashes like waves breaking on a sea shore
she tip toes to the toilet
must not wake the child
lavender in the vase reminds her of her mum
the night ends
she stands
in wait, to collect
the old red cardigan he nanna made her
anxious not to lose
evidence of her warm essence
it clinks into her cup
small penny thrust in aid
her elation, now happy
she walks to the shop for a cup of tea
withered and matchstick thin
he works the weights in desparation
bitter at nature for the frame he was given
her anger rises as the boat sways
beneath in warm water, a lilo rides the waves
she leaps, diving down with fingers first
her neck crunches on splashy impact
soft wet soothes
Bit better than last time's efforts!
doph
:o)
Labels: doph, folklore hurricane, poetry, shoreditch, strong rooms, swine flu
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