Lewes Poetry celebrated its sixth anniversary on 24 February 2014.
It was an exceptionally good night.
Poetry enthusiasts and poets turned out in their droves.
Jonny Fluffy was superb, and everyone seemed to enjoy all the poetry, the limerick
contest - and the birthday cake. Even the Mayor of Lewes, Ruth O’Keeffe, paid us
an official visit.
Looking back over the history of Lewes Poetry, it has been a long and turbulent six years.
The club has had its ups and downs – and so have I.
Despite trying my best efforts to avoid trouble, I have
been involved in fighting no fewer than four major battles: two work-related
(the latest one is ongoing and very stressful), one transport-related and one
horrible, hateful divorce battle.
In reality, it has been a hell of a time to run a poetry club, but, against all odds, Lewes Poetry abides and thrives.
When I embarked on this great poetic journey, I decided I wanted to run
a club which mixed and matched the best of the published “page” poets and the
“performance” poets, while giving everyone who writes or wants to write poetry the stage time to
read their work in a supportive and friendly atmosphere.
Our little stage, in the wedge-shaped upstairs room of the legendary
Lewes Arms (Lewes’ best public house in my view), has seen great, memorable performances by John
Agard, Elvis McGonagall, Catherine Smith, Attila the Stockbroker, Ros Barber, Martin
Newell, Rachel Pantechnicon, Justin Rhymes, Jeremy Stockwell, Kitty Hardy, Dreadlockalien, Jared Louche, A F Harrold, John O'Donoghue, Elle Osborne The Anti-Poet, Robin Houghton, Iona Jette, Simon Welsh and MC Elemental among
many, many others.
At the sixth birthday gig, Alan Bradley, Laura King, David Glynne, Robin
Dalglesh, John Feakins and I read – as well as the magnificent headline
performance by punk poet and storyteller Jonny Fluffypunk, who also gave the Mayor a hug.
The limerick competition was hotly contested and won by Guyan Porter.
The next gig at Lewes
Poetry is on Thursday, 17 April from 8.15am.
All are welcome.
My estranged eldest daughter celebrated her 24th birthday on
Her grandmother (my mum) tried to phone the family home to wish her a
happy birthday but, for her trouble, received a torrent of verbal abuse from my
ex-wife before the receiver was put down.
Naturally, my mother was very upset
These days not many things make me really angry - but this incident does.
If my “ex” has something to say about me, she should have the guts to say it to my face.
She should not exercise her rage on a 78-year-old woman who has never
meant her any harm and is caring for an ailing husband suffering from Alzheimer’s
In my view, to do that is cowardly and inhumane.
Besides, my mum was phoning to speak with her granddaughter who is clearly,
at the age of 24, an adult and perfectly capable of taking her own phone calls.
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