So me and Tom Bellerby, old friend and artistic director of TakeOver Festival, hazily entered the rehearsal room on this dull and wet Monday morning. We started by shifting through about a dozen or so of my poems, finding poems that fitted the context of the performance, poems about growing up or striving.
Once we had a look at what we had on offer we picked out 20 minutes worth of poetry, but clearly there needs to be an extra few poems written specifically for the piece. Plenty for me to get on with, not to mention re-visit old poems I don't know off by heart. Seems I need to explore the negative side of growing up, with invariably exists. What is scary about growing up? Answers on a postcard...
Surreal tranpsirings occurred outside with the next workshop stacked full of panto costumes, a strange oxymoron to my very language-based performance and writings.
The Letter To The Man (from the boy) is on March Wednesday 23th, keep eyes peeled.