Showing posts with label Hilda Sheehan. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hilda Sheehan. Show all posts

Monday, July 07, 2014

Frome Festival Day 4... mostly words



First day of rehearsals for War Zones, the Nevertheless pub theatre's production for this year's festival: six scripts written by Frome Scriptwriters and directed by Rosie Finnegan and me. Olivia Dennis and Danann McAleer arrived on the first train and spent the day with us at the Cornerhouse getting the first feel of the three characters they will each be playing, all quite diverse requiring a range of emotions. We rummaged through costumes, mused about props, consulted with the writers, drank coffee, and overall had an exciting time.
Then on to MC Festival Poetry Cafe featuring Hilda Sheehan, an absolutely delightful guest who creates a seductively surreal world' where seals live next door and you can lick a man out of ice. One of the best Poetry Cafes we've had ~ I've never seen the Garden Cafe so crammed, and a cramful programme too, highlights including eco-poet Helen Moore who introduced the winners of the wildlife poetry competition organised by Simon Carpenter ~ special appreciation to 11year old Daniel Birch for his lovely reverie in the bluebell wood ~ and all our open-mic readers, who were so good that Jill Miller who had the task of deciding the '2014 Festival Poet Laureate' also gave commendations to Jinny Fisher, Peter Woodcock, Yvonne Brunton and Jim Henderson before awarding the title to Rebecca Brewin for a terrific poem entitled Night Walk.
Here's Hilda reading some new work, and Jill giving Rebecca Brewin her certificate and prize.

Off then with my new bezzy to join the bevy of poets (we weren't sure of the correct collective noun, but on this occasion bevy feels appropriate) at the Archangel!

Tuesday, May 20, 2014

Summer's lease...

Summer's Lease was the theme, loosely, for Monday night's poetry cafe at Frome's Garden Cafe, which would have been held outside but for the aptness of the quote hath all too short a date weather-wise ~ and with such a fabulous lineup of poets it definitely felt like the evening was too short as well. Daisy Behagg used bike as well as rail to ensure arrival this time, and opened the night with an exquisite and profoundly personal set: tender, delicate and full of mysterious lightness and colour. Her Templar pamphlet Cockpit Syndrome is due out soon, you can pre-order here.  

Dawn Gorman, doyenne of Bradford-on-Avon's popular Words & Ears performance nights, showed why her poems were selected by Toadily Press for publication in Mend and Hone, and then nine very varied voices stepped up to our virtual mic. From debut poet Jim Henderson bashfully sharing his first tongue kiss to the incomparable Muriel Lavender performing hirsute to celebrate her trophy as World Champion Lady Beard, all delighted us in different ways: some reflective and some very funny (thanks John Christopher Wood for the bird calls...)  So thanks to all who came ~ we'll do it all again in July so put Monday 7th in your diaries now!  This will be our Festival special, with Hilda Sheehan our guest and the title Festival Poet Laureate up for grabs.