On the way to the venue I saw a woman drop her pants and take
a piss in the middle of the street shouting “FUCK OFF! FUCK OFF!” as her piss trickled
down the road.
After I got off stage at Inky Fingers a guy in the
audience came up to me and said “I really liked that piece you did about
domestic violence – it was bold. I have a poem about three squirrels raping a
pigeon."
Left venue and went to traditional Scottish pub with
Harry Giles (host of Inky Fingers). We were followed by a man who read on the open
mic. We sat at the back next to five whiskey drinking fiddle players while he told me
what it was like to be in a mental asylum in the 70's.
Back at Harry’s house he showed me The Salt Book Of Younger Poets. I saw a poet in there who is born in 1991.
This depressed both of us.
What an interesting collection of characters you met. I've never seen anything quite like that in Edinburgh, or maybe I was just at the wrong places
ReplyDeleteI was there Ray, I didn't get a chance to speak to you but I thought you did a superb set, and as it was the first time I had performed at an open mic it was good for me to see someone like yourself perform. I hope to have learned a lot just by being there. Take this as a digital handshake of thanks. Mark Gallagher.
ReplyDeleteCool. Thanks Mark.
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