Maybe it was that I’d had two months off – but I think it was more than that, I think it was just a very good run…this was easily the best open-mic set, the best bunch, since I’ve been turning up on the semi-regular for Poetry At The Fringe.
I was in the early bracket this time, about reader number five. And I shared two poems, both with vague – or overt – Bukowski inference, timed to read given what would have been his 99th birthday had just passed.
So it was I Used To Live In An Old Post Office and Dirty Old Clown. I think they went down pretty well; well enough that at half-time the guest poet, Rachel Doré approached me, keen to work together – share a bill or what have you – at some point. So that was cool.
There were some very good poems in the open-mic slot, including some decent work from readers I’ve previously not been so fussed on. Goes to show you. Poetry is an on the day/in the moment thing.
After the break Rob Joass was the musical guest – and he did a fine job. He played some sweet songs and his lyrics seemed to resonate with the crowd, thoughtful; poetic.
Then Rachel took to the stage, or in fact the floor – for her set. Her poems were funny and she had a great way of delivering. There was quiet rage and she took us all for a good spin with some of her yarns.
I liked it a lot.
I hope I get that call. I reckon we’d do a decent double-act – completely different but somehow on the same page, or at the least complementary.
Hopefully I’ll get there for September. It’s a spring celebration theme.
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