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.
On train back to London I overheard a guy say he's quiet
during sex because he always watched porn on mute. Good band name - Porn On
Mute.
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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