Showing posts with label Raymond Antrobus. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Raymond Antrobus. Show all posts

Saturday, 31 October 2015

Chill Pill, Southbank's Being A Man Festival, Sunday Assembly and 2000 hits on youtube...

October was a very eventful month after reading's in Bristol, Leicester, Sweden and around London. I am now officially appointed as one of six London Laureates (http://www.londonlaureates.co.uk/young-poet-laureate-shortlist/) and was mentioned in The Guardian as one of Michael Rosen's Cultural Highlights as well as The Independent on National Poetry Day.

I also just had a few poems from The Island That's Hard To Find In English accepted for publication in The Rialto, Oxford Diaspora's Programme, Magma, Morning Star and University of Arkansas Press

One more thing...The First Time I Wore Hearing Aids just reached over 2000 hits on youtube, so thank you all for that.



UPCOMING SHOWS 


Chill Pill November 10th
https://qbichotels.com/london-city/treats/chill-pill-meets-qbic-london/
Chill Pill are proud to be hosting three poets from Sweden - Oskar HanskaHenry Bowers and Sam Kessel at QBIC Hotel for an international special. Also, this show is FREE!


BAM Festival at Southbank 27th Nov
http://www.southbankcentre.co.uk/whatson/festivals-series/being-a-man

I will be appearing on a panel selected by BBC Radio One host, Gemma Cairney to discuss masculinity, education and boyhood. 

5th Dec http://london.sundayassembly.com/
I will be poem'ing at Sunday Assembly, Conway Hall. I have appeared previously with Sunday Assembly at Wilderness Festival, an honour to join them in London this time around.

Thursday, 24 September 2015

Upcoming Shows - Ordspark Poetry Festival (Uppsala, Sweden) Southbank, Ronnie Scott's, Jamaica Rising at Bristol Literature Festival...

Proud to be included in Goldsmith University's exhibition that acknowledges 14 black British poets 

1st - 3rd October
I'll be performing and reading poetry in Uppsala Sweden alongside Sage Francis, Ian Ewok Robinson, Deanna Rodger, Henry Bowers and more...

National Poetry Day (Light show)
I have been commissioned to write three new poems around the theme of light which will be debuted at Southbank Centre on National Poetry Day.

11th October, Ronnie Scott's
Returning to Ronnie Scott's Jazz Verse Jukebox with Jumoke Fashola.


October 15th Tongue Fu, Rich Mix


October 21st, Jamaica Rising at Bristol Festival of Literature
I'm very much looking forward to sharing poems and speaking about Jamaican British identity in Bristol. Tickets - http://unputdownable.org/event/word-of-mouth-jamaica-rising

Why Not Strive? - The Rights Of The Child Festival at Southbank. October 23rd, 7pm http://www.southbankcentre.co.uk/whatson/why-not-strive-93879

Southbank, Oct 23rd
28th October, Leicester
30th October at London Review Bookshop alongside Daljit Nagra
Another poem from 'The Island That's Hard To Find In English' has been accepted for publication, this time in Magma poetry magazine. I will be reading alongside Daljit Nagra

Wednesday, 22 April 2015

7th May - Chill Pill ELECTION SHOW (A Ticket To Chill Pill Is A Vote For Poetry)

Get Tickets Here -
http://www.thealbany.org.uk/tickets/1396/Spoken%20Word/Chill-Pill:-The-Big-One
We have got such a nuts line up this month.

Outspoken boys Anthony Anaxagorou and Karim Kamar will be performing poetry and classical piano. Meaty. Beautiful. Rare. 



The rowdy godmother of spoken word, Salena Godden, will be bringing her distinct brand of unpredictability, hilarity and pin-point poignance to the big room. 



The incredible Gentle Mystics are lending us their DJ's to play us out into the wee hours with their balkan gypsy punk rap joyousness.



And Chill Pill's own Adam Kammerling is dragging his partner in hip hop crime up from Brighton to kick off their pre album launch tour!



Plus secret special guests, Chill Pill regulars, general poetry happiness and a generous dose of spring time giggles. 

See you there.

FB - https://www.facebook.com/events/1574414339507575/
Twitter - @ChillPillUK

Thursday, 9 April 2015

Why & How Poetry In Education Matters


Student reading his favourite poem in our school anthology published in March 2015, A Complicated Answer.
Seeing a young student of his use poetry to deal with his conflicted feelings over his dad’s death reminded Raymond Antrobus, poet, photographer and educator, why the arts matter so much...

“Do not strive to be a person of success but a person of value”– Albert Einstein

Last year, I read a poem to a Year 7 class about my father's death. After that class, a boy – let’s call him Tyrone – waited for everyone to leave to tell me his father had died recently too. 
Tyrone told me that he was angry his father had died because it was his father’s own fault (he was an alcoholic). He told me I was lucky to experience my father’s death without anger in my heart. I told him I was angry at my father for a long time, but I'm lucky, because I'm a poet and I have written about him and have therefore written myself out of the anger. 
Tyrone asked if he became a poet, would he stop being angry? I said yes, writing helps you understand what you think and feel. 
Today, almost six months later, Tyrone sat next to me in the lunch hall and told me he has been writing. He pulled a red Arsenal notebook from his bag and handed it to me. The notebook was full of his wonky handwriting, and I sat reading the difficult words of a young boy who is a poet, trying to understand his father's death without anger in his heart. 
Experiences like this make me wonder how anyone can question the value of art.
“Value” is an old English word that stemmed from the old French “valor”, which is synonymous with “moral worth, merit, courage and virtue”. It seems nowadays many of us have lost touch with this root, as we don’t know how to measure value if it doesn’t have a price tag. 
Example
I called the parent of a student recently, to tell them their child has poetic talent, and the reply to this was, “So? Is that going to make my child rich?” I was stunned, but this response makes sense in a world where our language is socially engineered by capitalism. Even the word “poet” has connotations of “poverty” and “unemployment”. 
I don’t teach poetry and spoken word in schools solely hoping students will become poets or even that they go on to study English over science. My hope is to offer students an empowering relationship with language, which promotes a building of confidence, community and relief from stress. If our education system can nurture this kind of richness then students will prosper in any subjects that are taught by passionate teachers that foster their natural ability.  
Renewed
I used to be a personal trainer; I earned twice as much as I do now, but I’m happier writing poems and teaching, I’m happier in classrooms meeting young people like Tyrone, building a writing community in a school, I’m happier inviting other poets into my classes to meet my students, I’m happy that they are always excited to meet poets that look more like them than any of the poets or writers on the walls, I’m proud of many of our young people and I thank them for showing me new ways of assessing my own value.
Below is a poem I wrote commissioned by the Arts Council for their online magazine,Create, on why society ought to value the arts. I thought about how many encounters I have had in the three years I have been working in schools, how much my students have taught me about courage and what it really means to prosper. I have taught students that could hardly write or were too shy to speak, but were eventually able to engage with language and use their voice in a way that feels as important to them as it should to us.

Sound Air
Classroom chairs know Melisa’s weight.
Twelve years old, holding
space
at the back of the class, pinned
by her own gravity, a gravity her voice
fails to escape, even when reaching
for answers.

Hearing her find a way to hold
her quiver, silencing 
a hundred students in an assembly hall, 
knowing my words have lured her eyes outside windows
where a featherweight voice is still hard to throw—

Melisa’s nerve to read her first poem 
in her second language 
taught me the raising of back-row voices
lifts something closer to the front for us all.

Raymond Antrobus is a poet, photographer and lead educator on the Spoken Word Education MA Programme at Goldsmiths University. Born and bred in Hackney, he is also co-curator of popular London poetry events Chill Pill (Soho Theatre and The Albany) and Keats House Poets. Raymond’s work has appeared on BBC Radio 4, The Big Issue and recently in The Guardian and at TedxEastEnd.
You can follow Ray on Twitter @RaymondAntrobus 
Spoken Word Showcase, Hackney 2014
Artical originally published for ideastap, Nov 2014.

Monday, 17 November 2014

The First Time I Wore Hearing Aids



1.

The first time I wore hearing aids
Stepping out of Saint Bartholomew 
Hospital. I heard pigeon flapping 
crowded city traffic avalanche my ears
like never before. If there was silence
behind any doors in my brain 
they’d been unhinged. It is a miracle
that anyone can think in this volume of busy. 

2.

The first time I heard the bell on the bus,
I kept pushing it for every stop, 
it vexed the bus driver
but I was a child 
playing with sound.

3.

First day at school,
Kieran saw my hearing aids 
and asked if I was a secret agent, 
I said yes, my ears are investigators 
of missing sounds. 

4.

I can still hear 
Miss Williams taking register.
every present syllable in Ray-mo-nd-Ant-ro-bus
was a silent prayers for absence.

5.

When Dominick asked if support teachers 
sit with me in class because I’m stupid,
I wished I said something smart
to clarify my intelligence.

6.

I wished I could trust my ears
to pick up the answers.



7.

In speech therapy
I struggled with
confidence 
pronouncing it con-fi-der.

The sound was too dense, too tuned out of frequency.

8.

In the hearing aid repair clinic
The TV is always on mute – Or is it?


9.

I turned off my hearing aids
to write this, because sometimes, 
hearing aids make you hear everything 
except yourself.

Tuesday, 10 September 2013

Upcoming Shows With Hollie McNish, Anthony Anaxagorou, Sophia Walker and more...

19th September
Featuring
The Ruby Kid
Joelle Taylor
http://www.thealbany.org.uk/event_detail/1006/Spoken-Word/Chill-Pill
Spoken Word from
Hollie McNish
Adam Kammerling & Raymond Antrobus
Pete The Temp and more


14/9/2013
Spoken Word from 1pm
Featuring
Anthony Anaxagorou
Tshaka Campbell
Bridget Minamore
Sarah Perry
Rosie Marx
Raymond Antrobus

Friday, 5 July 2013

On Sounding Intelligent - A Response To Classist Katie Hopkins




My name is Katie Hopkins, sounds intelligent right?

I know how to assess intelligence, no I don’t know what eugenics is!

I have never needed to empathise with marginalized people, I’m white and upper class, and ok, I’m a woman but I work extremely hard.

You assess intelligence by names.

If your son is called Wayne or Rio your families idea of "quality time"
is a sofa, a TV football game and a whole in season of drug, alcohol and domestic abuse.

That is not the kind of time you can collect and weave an honest £300,000 a year, that is hard polishing! what would someone named after a city know about that?

This doesn’t apply to the fact the father of my children is called Damien.

I’m Katie-pearl-wearing-Hopkins, 
I am held together by privilege, 
I am afraid of people that don’t have what I have 
because I assume that they want what I have, 
who wouldn’t want what I have? 
I am shining on my wrists and earlobes.

I am not interested in an all inclusive society because complicated social issues make me feel inadequate, they remind me that we do not live in a society that properly rewards its teachers, its nurses, its youth and social workers – you know, people who will never live up to my definition of success. 

Yes, I can imagine a girl called Cheyanne becoming a worthless nurse, or a Bricklaying boy called bobby, I mean who the hell wants to care for other people, build things for other people?

Not me, not my family, not anyone I choose to associate with – I don’t want to help people that can’t help themselves.

I want to be around people who understand my way of life, who understand that, I do not have time to educate myself about three dimensional human beings when I’m busy being a free-born capitalist.

Yes, everyone in the world ought to be assessed by the name that came to the mind of parents when they were pulled from their mothers, covered in blood and faeces. Being poor, uneducated, unemployed and living in a council estate, claiming benefits is a choice!

You see, our names are the labels that stick our noses above the poverty line.


YOU'RE FIRED! (by a man named Allen too)