This has been a mixed month that I have enjoyed. I have been writing this month just talking a lot about the Shake the Dust project. It is getting really good at present, a lot of my group in Young Identity are becoming very proactive and seem really driven. Their excitement is infectious and I look forward to more of this during the following months. However this process has made me think I used to sit where they sit so out of no where I feel really old, yet only slightly wiser I guess it is weird what can spark your own thoughts of mortality.
Overheard at a (University!) bar. What’s the reply to this?:
Spoken word artists are very good actors. They inject lots of their personality into their performances, and now video, soundtracks, and props...so much that the poems themselves are trivial compared with their repartee, banter and other clutter!
Caller: How’s it going with A, B and C?
Me: It’s good. More A, B and D now. How about you and delivery of X,Y and Z?
Caller: I want to talk about something beyond the alphabet here. The 27th letter if you like – let’s call it Omega. I think it would be a brilliant idea for us to deliver Omega.
Me: Sounds fantastic. And does Omega come attached with any finance to make it happen?
Caller: The finance is aspirational at this point.
Me: I see. Well how about the budget for the X, Y and Z, how’s that cooking?
Caller: A conference only for black writers? That’s racist to white people!
Me: Under the Equality Act 2010 and its provision for Positive Action, the conference is justified because we as an organisation reasonably think that Black writers suffer a disadvantage linked to their race and have a disproportionately low level of participation in the UK writing industry and bestseller lists and the Conference encourages this group to overcome this disadvantage and encourages participation. The event is moreover a proportionate response to the issue... Does that fly for you?
I never looked at poetry changing my life until recently as I just neglected to think how poetry has got me through the rough times as well as good times. The way poetry is a way to express myself no matter what my mood an avenue to be destructive or positive. To show my joy with events and my discontent to spread like locus or vanish in an instance. Poetry has changed me into believing in ideas and revolution maybe this comes from the fact I used to squat only time will tell.
We the many have been occupied
By the few, impotent of that moral compass that drives
James Brown came onto a stage with that twitching, stiff-legged, electric-kinetic , roaring presence. His songs, including the anthemic ‘Say It Loud’ struck a chord like no-one else’s did. I watched him on stage dancing with Sammy Davies Jr (via youtbe – I aint that old!) and the difference in dancing styles, expressing a difference of attitude to life, was immediately apparent. Nobody did that James Brown stuff like James Brown.
Black Writers Conference? Why not ‘Black & Asian’ Conference? How about ‘Urban’ Writers Conference?
Well I have always steered clear from writing too much on blogs as I just saw it as people needing to moan or just talk about themselves a lot.
I would like to apologise for this crude view as I have seen it do so much more, it can be used for fun, to exercise those personal demons and all sorts in fact it is a very useful tool.
Anyway my name is Danni Skerritt and I am a lesser known writer meandering from genre to different medium if it can be written I have tried it or am in the process of making it happen.
How I know my life's a failure
My phone remains unhacked
Or maybe no-one's told me yet
But if you see me grinning ear to ear
Know Scotland Yard just gave the word
Leading to inner raptures
'Companied by a-quickening stride
- spring in my step
Exultations! I'll have had a result
The compo's good
Pension? Who needs it!
Subtitle: When News is news
I haven't spoken to Rupert in ages
And I'm far from lacking in humility
as my former boss says
I now keep a low profile
As befitting my lifestyle
I'm at one with the hacked
A career move for some
That's paid off in so many ways
I drop in at police stations
Now and again
Such a pain
Talking to oinks on my need to keep silent
I wish not to
But to trumpet to the world
(Trumpet crumpet; yes all human life is here)
They Will Know
- as much as is legally possible
You get my meaning
My high-flying life is now becalmed
But yet, still