Did I feel like I talked a bit of nonsensical tripe on Friday afternoon? Interspersed with reading my poems out loud, which incidentally I believe I'm getting better at, some sensible and enlightening comments might have been made - thank goodness for Sue Farmer, what a lovely lady... I would though like to be able to gesture more in the future when performing my poems which is impossible at the moment as I tend to become rigid like a board when reading my own work. Ah those memories of school, Shakespeare and John Keats's - apparently I murdered their words - stone dead, their souls wailing in the playground as my unaccomplished vocals grappled with pronunciation. Confidence, wine and good friends around me, that helps and on that theme I'm reminded of today's date - two days to go until opening. Its getting a little frayed at the edges (me?) but I am checking everything over and over again; you would think I was on the operations team for NASA, no clipboard though, back of hand is good enough...
I have been taking some sneaky shots of sections of my pieces as I work....so here they are...tempted?
Well you know where they'll be and everyone is welcome.
Next post will be live and throughout the day so lots of people will be contributing...interesting.....
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