Monday, 12 November 2012

Q&A w/ Kenyan Born Somali Poet Warsan Shire


“I have my mother’s mouth and my father’s eyes; on my face they are still together” - Warsan Shire  
Warsan is a Kenyan born Somali poet based in London. She’s also one of my favourite poets alive and she’s only 23. ‘Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth’ is the name of her first collection of poems.

Q1. Warsan, what’s more beautiful, midnight or midday?

midnight because it is quiet and all black is beautiful.

 Q2. The poet is often perceived as a tormented character, a lot of your poetry explores trauma. When you write are you in a certain mood?

probably crying, but not because i'm tormented or traumatised, but because something finally fell into place. 

Q3. You’ve started working with script writing, how does a poet work on scripts?

I thought film was poetry?

Q4. True, ok, if a love poet, a political poet and a preacher sat in a room together what would they talk about?

loss (my first answer was brittany murphys death, i don't know about everyone else, but personally i still have so many questions.) 

Q5. You’re reading a set of poems at Keats House on Sunday November 18th. What do you think makes a good poetry reading?

Intimacy, safety, relief between poems in the form of inappropriate humour. 

Q6.  So there’s this genre of poetry called ‘Spoken Word Poetry’ which has become quite popular… What’s your take on ‘Spoken Word’ as a form of poetry?

when it's done well, it's so good, so beautiful, that i die a little bit.  when it's bad, i just want to die. but that is true of most things, a bad cup of tea is tragic. a good cup of tea is a small heaven. 

Q7. I was teaching a year 10 class at school last week and I asked the class what they know about poets and a girl blurted the word “poverty!” across the room. What can up and coming poets aspire to apart from poverty?

Well, she had a point, you do aspire to be poor, but also, to be so deeply fulfilled that sometimes, you just sit with your face in your hands, in awe of it all. 

Q8. Finally Warsan, did you tell your mother she has a beautiful daughter?

She said you should come over for Somali tea, Ray.

Teaching My Mother How To Give Birth
DON'T MISS Warsan giving a reading of her poems at the Keats House Open Mic event on Sunday November 18th, 2pm - 4pm. (FREE)


Keats Grove, 
Hampstead, 
London, Greater London 
NW3


Follow Warsan Shire on Twitter - @warsan_shire
Keep updated on her blog 

Thursday, 8 November 2012

Q&A With World & National Slam Champion Harry Baker

Harry Baker is odd… he’s a poet even through he was born in the 90’s. Actually he’s more than that, he’s the UK, European and World Slam champion and he’s doing a set at Chill Pill on 29th November at The Albany

When on tour in Germany almost everybody knew Harry Baker, he’s referred to as “the perfect Slam Poet” and I don’t think anyone can disagree. I caught up with him to interrogate this young poetry star. 

Q1. Even though I’ve seen you wear orange tights you’re a pretty cool dude…. how can people adopt the swagger of a young poet? 

Thanks - my edinburgh show this year involved the tights, some tartan trousers and a dressing gown amongst other things... I think if you're trying to be a cool poet you're doing it wrong. I generally go for the shy awkward teenager vibes… it takes years of practice.

Q2. When you and Keith Jarrett (former UK Slam Champion) went back to back at Chill Pill, that was magic and I remember watching that thinking “that’s how you know they’re both Slam Champions… what makes a good Slam Poet? 

 That was a good night - I'm looking forward to the next one! I used to think you made a good slam poet f your poems happened to be around 3 minutes long, but as I've seen more of it there are common themes. Partly you've gotta have something to say. Once you get to a certain level as a spoken word artist/poet/whateveryouwannacallit you can make anything sound nice but with slam here's a definite message behind it, you've only got to look at all the big political American slam poetry to see that. For me it's more about being aware of your audience. Make them laugh, or cry, or shiver, or wet themselves.. Slam works because they have a say, if you've just spent 3 minutes listing everyone you have had or want to have sex with etc (I've seen some weird ones) then quite right they can give you 3 out of 10.
Harry Baker is not rubbish
Q3. You’re like 19 man…. Wtf?

20 now! I love that I've got into it this young. Managed to do a gap year of open mics and saying yes to every gig, i did 12 festivals over the summer and 2 shows a day at the fringe, and I'm currently doing 17 gigs this November (all building up to the fabulous chill pill) so Its not like Im inexperienced, but i guess it means I'm funding it from a student loan rather than arts council grants.. and I'm still doing it because i love it. 

Q4. If your poetry was a wrestler what would it’s special move be?

Beach elbow. (Ray wishes Harry said "The Proper Pop -Up, Purple, Paper People's Elbow)

Q5. Edinburgh Festival had its first official Spoken Word programming; you were at Edinburgh and had great success, you working on a show? 

 I've done two shows in the last two years, both went fantastically, you hear all sorts of horror stories about having audiences of 2 people and losing loads of money but everything fell in place nicely. I think I'm going to have a year off next year - make the most of the 'world champion' title and go back to the states where they care about such things, then by 2014 I'll have potentially had a year in Germany and have something new to say. 

Q6. Wtf! I just tried to tweet you! Did you UNFOLLOW me on twitter? 

Gosh. yes, it was either too profound for my tiny head to comprehend or things that you tweet like this - “That moment in the barbers when you have an itch on your head & the barber runs over the spot with the razor #Bliss” 

Q7. It's true! I thought that was kinda profound... anyway, you’re studying medicine.. or was it maths? either way you’re a bit of a brainiac and you’re being a poet. Don’t your parents think you’re wasting yourself? 

Maths and German. I was going to study medicine but got into poetry so the obvious choice was to switch to math’s. I think my parents were relieved because if you're good at science at school they try force it on you but it wasn't for me. There's 4 people for every place doing medicine so someone far better would've taken my place, but if i don't write poems about dinosaurs and dessert, who will? My parents are incredible. I remember first seeing poets do incredible pieces about how their dad's weren't there for them and thinking my life was too boring to write about in comparison so stuck with prime numbers and bees for a while. But they're fully supportive and have got into it, My dad even quotes kate tempest in the foreward to his latest book! 

Q8. Finally Harry, if it breaks will Jim fix it? 

ummm no? Obama might.

Follow Harry Baker on twitter - @harrybakerpoet
website - www.harrybaker.co.uk

Again, come see Harry alongside Lyric L & The Albany Poets at Chill Pill on 29th November!
We tend to sell out so book advance tickets herehttp://www.thealbany.org.uk/event_detail/846/Spoken-Word/Chill-Pill

Wednesday, 7 November 2012

My Universities by Yevgeny Yevtushenko

dedicated to all students of life.

My Universities

I learned not only from those
who brightly beam out of golden frames,
but from everyone whose ID photo
didn't come out quite right.
More than from Tolstoy
I learned from blind beggars
who sang in train cars about Count Tolstoy.
From barracks
I learned more than from Pasternak
and my verse style was hot 'barracko'.
I took lessons on Yesenin
in snack bars from invalids of war
who tore their striped sailor shirts
after spilling out their plain secrets.
Mayakovsky's stepped verse
didn't give me as much
as the dirty steps of staircases
with handrails polished by kids' pants.
I learned in Zima Junction
from my most untalkative Grannies
not to be afraid of cuts, scratches,
and various other scrapes.
I learned from dead-end streets that smell of cats,
from crooked spattered lanes,
to be sharper than a knife,
more ordinary than a cigarette butt.
Empty lots were my shepherds.
Waiting lines my nursing mothers.
I learned from all the young toughs
who gave me a whipping.
I learned
from pale-faced harried hacks
with fatal content in their verse
and empty content in their pockets.
I learned from all the oddballs in attics,
from the dress cutter Alka
who kissed me
in the dark of a communal kitchen.
I was put together out of the birthmarks of the Motherland
from scratches and scars,
cradles and cemeteries,
hovels and temples.
My first globe was a rag ball,
without foreign threads,
with brick crumbs sticking to it,
and when I forced my way to
the real globe,
I saw-it was also made of scraps
and also subject to blows.
And I cursed the bloody soccer game,
where they play with the planet without refs or rules,
and any tiny scrap of the planet,
which I touched,
I celebrated!
I went round the planet
as if it were a gigantic Zima Station,
and I learned from the wrinkles of old women,
now Vietnamese, now Peruvian.
I learned folk wisdom
taught by the worldwide poor and scum,
the Eskimo's smell for ice,
and the Italian's smiling non-despair.
I learned from Harlem
not to consider poverty poor,
like a Black
whose face is only painted white.
And I understood that the majority bends
its neck on behalf of others,
and in the wrinkles of those necks
the minority hides as if in trenches.
I am branded with the brand of the majority.
I want to be their food and shelter.
I am the name of all without names.
I am a writer for all who don't write.
I am a writer
created by readers,
and readers are created by me.
My debt has been paid.
Here I am
your creator and your creation,
an anthology of you,
a second edition of your lives.
I stand more naked than Adam,
rejecting court tailors,
the embodiment of imperfections-
yours and my own.
I stand on the ruins
of loves I destroyed.
The ashes of friendships and hopes
coldly fly through my fingers.
Choking on muteness
and the last man to get in line,
I would die for any one of you,
because each of you is my homeland.
I am dying from love
and I howl with pain like a wolf.
If I despise you-
I despise myself even more.
I could fail without you.
Help me to be my real self,
not to stoop to pride,
not to fall into heaven.
I am a shopping bag stuffed
with all the world's shoppers.
I am everybody's photographer,
a paparazzo of the infamous.
I am your common portrait,
where so much remains to be painted.
Your faces are my Louvre,
my private Prado.
I am like a video player,
whose cassettes are loaded with you.
I am an attempt at diaries by others
and an attempt at a worldwide newspaper.
You have written yourself
with my tooth-marked pen.
I don't want to teach you.
I want to learn from you. 

Tuesday, 6 November 2012

Shots From Raymond Antrobus's Poetry Tour in Germany & Switzerland

I'm back from tour, 12 shows in 12 days. Other than being constantly stopped and searched in Switzerland (for looking suspicious apparently), breaking down on a German 4am highway and missing my flight back to London, it was a great time. Poetry is a big deal in Germany, you win a major Poetry slam and it's covered in the nation papers, audiences come out in their hundreds to watch a Poetry Slam, nowhere in the world is poetry happening like it is out there. Below are some shots taken at some of the venues I performed at across the country. 
The Mic in Freiberg
The Mic in Langani
The Mic in Marberg
The mic in Frankfurt w / Lars Rupple
Setting up pre-show in Herne
Took all those shots arriving early at the venue... when they pack out they look more like this...

250 people in Freiburg

500 people in Cologne
                 I also sold books and CD's after the show... here's some of the happy punters!

man buys Rhyming Thunder Anthology
Man buys my book 'The Coloured Experience'
Man buys 'Autistic Pieces EP'
Here's the picture of the car I was in when heading to the airport and one of the tires randomly exploded as we skidded off the highway. We waited hours for the serviceman. It would be another 14 hours, three trains and a coach until I'd find another airport with planes heading to London.

Special shout out to poets Lars Rupple & Sebastian 23 - the tour could not have been possible or special without you.

Sunday, 4 November 2012

November Shows Include Chill Pill at One Taste, Autistic Pieces at Bang Said The Gun, Warsan Shire at Keats House & more...

Paper Tiger Poetry at Tea House Theatre, Vauxhall Walk. November 9th 2012.


Chill Pill Poets (Raymond Antrobus, Mista Gee, Deanna Rodger, Simon Mole & Adam Kammerling) - Are doing a show at the One Taste Festival. Come See Us In Full Force! 11th November 2012.
http://onetaste.co.uk/events/2012/onetaste-festival-2012/

Autistic Pieces (Raymond Antrobus / Alex Patten) at Bang Said The Gun. The Roebuck, London Bridge. 15th November 2012.

Open Mic event, Keats House Poets Forum is back this month with special guest poet; 
Warsan Shire. 18th November 2012
Warsan Shire
Chill Pill is back at The Albany with multi-slam champion Harry Baker 
& amazing musician, poetess - Lyric L as well as a special performance from Albany Young Poets (Runner's Up of London's Olympic 'Shake The Dust' Slam) 29th November 2012.
(Includes Open Mic)
BOOK NOW TO SECURE TICKETS http://www.thealbany.org.uk/event_detail/846/Spoken-Word/Chill-Pill

Wednesday, 31 October 2012

HAPPY HALLOWEEN! New Animated poem (Autistic Pieces)



Special thanks to the amazing Armand Cordero for the animation.

Autistic Pieces is a collaboration project between musician, singer-song writer Alex Patten & poet Raymond Antrobus. Their first EP can be purchased for only £4 below.





http://autisticpieces.bandcamp.com/album/autistic-pieces-ep

Monday, 29 October 2012

Quick update on Poetry Tour of Germany & Switzerland

I’m halfway through the tour of Germany and Switzerland and it’s been amazing to meet and share a stage with poets out here. The audiences are big, between 150 – 350 people per night. The tour started in Frankfurt last week at The English Theatre. A sell out show hosted by my good German friend Lars Ruppel - a lot to say about this man.

Speaking English has been a barrier some nights, the audiences speak German, Swiss-German and French. I made an effort to introduce myself in the local dialect and slow down the delivery of my poems while performing.


It’s the Slam people come out to see, the German National Slam Championships are coming up in November and if you make it into the final your performances are televised throughout the country.


I’ve been participating in the slams some nights and featuring as “the special guest from London” in others. The Marburg, Gießen and Freiburg shows were mainly students from the local universities but Kressbronn was interesting because it was a Slam in ‘The Literature Hotel’. Every room was dedicated to a German poet with quotes written on the walls and various collections of their work left on the beds.

The show in Langenthal, Switzerland had the smallest crowd but has been one of my favorite shows so far because the venue was perfect, amazing acoustics and atmosphere so big up Valerio
 Moser for the space.

Switzerland was special in general, they made it snow just for me, so me and a bunch of Swiss-German poets went outside, had a snowball fight, got drunk, then went to a Dubstep warehouse rave, got drunk, had another snowball fight, then found a cozy bar and played on the pinball machine. In the morning there was a local election so I followed the poets to the polling station, then we built snowmen and spray painted them gold. After eating my Swiss breakfast of bacon, sausages, scrambled eggs, croissants, tea and jam I had a lot of people to thank for the magic.

CHEERS SWITZERLAND!
Headed back to Germany and performed in Leverkusen last night, which was an interesting show, the hosts 'Lasse Samström' and 'Catherine De La Roche' made me feel super welcome.

Now I’m in an area called Cologne for tonight’s show, Catherine took me up on a rooftop to marvel at the beautiful city.

It’s also great that books and CDs have been selling after the shows; not sure how many copies I’ll have left when back in London.

Right, that’s it for now… Heading to the theatre to prepare for the show.

Wednesday, 17 October 2012

Q&A With George The Poet

Throughout 2010 I interviewed poets based between the US, Germany and the UK on thoughts of themselves as poets, public figures and social commentators. I've decided to launch a new series beginning with 21 year old George The Poet.

If you haven't heard of George, you will very soon. When he had a poem broadcasted on BBC One just before Eastenders people started talking. He’s performed at Chill Pill and was recently praised by Grime Emcee ‘Wretch 32’ and Hip-Hop legend ‘Nas’. He is now collaborating with the likes of Tinie Tempah and Professor Green. The Poet is crossing over in ways no poet in our generation has before.
George The Poet at Chill Pill in June
Q1. In today's society, what is the difference in role of the poet and the rapper? - If there is one?

I think rappers are primarily expected to make money for the industry and provide party soundtracks, but obviously there are exceptions and grey areas. The poet’s “role” is usually to provide thoughtful social commentary. I’m not saying these roles are either good or bad and I’m not saying everyone conforms, but these are people’s expectations. Rappers are considered “cooler” than poets – people like the carefree attitude and the slickness of it all. Poets are considered more niche – not for the mainstream and not as concerned with entertainment as with enlightenment. This makes poets seem boring, but at the same token, makes rappers seem dumb. I don’t like to compartmentalise these things but by and large I feel rappers and poets create these stereotypes for themselves. There doesn’t have to be a difference between the two. A poet can be edgy and a rapper can be insightful.

Q2. What can you tell us about Hotel Cabana other than it features Emeli Sande, Tine Tempah, Professor Green and Gabrielle? 

            First rule of Hotel Cabana is: you do not talk about Hotel Cabana.

Q3. You warmed up for Nas! that must have been amazing?

     Opening for Nas was a complete honour, I tried to tell him how much it meant to me but I think I just scared him a bit. His work is one of the aforementioned grey areas of rap; it’s introspective, thoughtful and outside most rappers’ comfort zones. He is someone who sowed the seeds of my current ideas about community and social responsibility, sick guy.

Q4. The idea of being a poet is unusual to most people but with the increased exposure to Hip-Hop and Stand Up influenced Spoken Word it seems to be becoming "the cool thing to do". Do you feel you are destigmatizing poetry by having the word "poet" in your stage name?

        Come to think of it, yes. Wretch 32 told me that most people won’t even click on my video because of the word “poet”, and he only did it because the poem was called #YOLO lol (lesson in marketing). But I’m cool with that cos my work speaks for itself; once people listen to it, they tend to share it. So I don’t get exposure as this different-kinda-rapper guy – I’m unequivocally novel. That’s a Unique Selling Point, a social statement and a way of bridging communities/cultures/audiences – all good for poetry.

Q5. What can a poet do that music can't and visa versa?

           Poetry can make things clear. No one gave a monkey’s when I used to rap but the minute I turned the music off and delivered the exact same words acapella (literally) people paid attention. Music, however, has so much power because it transcends everything – age, time, language, context, everything. I’ve been listening to the opera “Vide Cor Meum” and I have absolutely no idea what it’s about but I just leave it on repeat for hours because it hits the spot. Once you put words to beautiful music, you’ve got people’s hearts, which is the best and worst thing about it.

Drop Out TV will be launching a new Spoken Word series soon.. watch out for it!

Follow George The Poet on Twitter @GeorgeThePoet

Monday, 8 October 2012

Chill Pill back at SOHO THEATRE! October 15th

http://www.sohotheatre.com/whats-on/so-chilled-2012/
We're featuring the brilliant Francesca Beard at the next Soho Theatre, Chill Pill show on October 15th.
www.francescabeard.com
Francesca Beard was born in Malaysia and spent the 70's growing up in Penang, an idyllic island paradise. Since then, quite frankly, life has been down-hill all the way, but with occasional slow climbs... a bit like mowing a sloping lawn. After a spell in real jobs, she gave it all up to become a fictional character and now exists as a London-based poet, performing spoken word to lucky audiences all over Britain and the World.

After Adam toured Ireland with us this summer we couldn't live without him, we now welcome Adam Kammerling to the Chill Pill family.




www.adamkammerling.com