The restless hornets

The restless hornets

30 November 2016

 

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The wavering tides

Gather on uneven shores

Of sand the dune stores

 

We count the seconds

Instilled in time-riddled grains

The waves a backdrop

 

No time a full stop

Washing over and over

The frothing horses

 

Fusion confusion

I walk within Time’s bubbles

In between the worlds

 

The summers spent hay

Burning memories now doused

In half-light of cloud

 

I remember day

When the night was clear in sun

When candles rewound

 

Ticking chronicles

Fallen happenings rebound

Broken jar upright

 

The splinters ride past

Whirlwinds summon the keepers

The day’s grim reapers

 

The restless hornets

They pick on the flesh exposed

Disclosure in Twelve

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Path 19 (yet frailest) – Max Richter & Ben Russell

Tout s’efface – Patrick Bruel

Dream 13 (minus even) – Max Richter

A place of Beauty

A place of Beauty

29 November 2016

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Pick up the pieces

Myriads of shards are talking

Their language broken

 

Bear with me token

Female Prometheus runs

Flame a blazing pyre

 

Gyrating the wasps

Zero in on the flesh cut

In between bloodlines

 

We grew swift the vines

Dragons eggs incubated

Within wombs of dark

 

Lift me from shadows

The half-light crushes all will

Petrified gallows

 

Instill in me dream

Shower within writhing mind

A place of Beauty

 

Reading of the poem: 

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For the Dreamers – Evi Vine

BigFoot Sliding Downhill

BigFoot Sliding downhill

12 November 2016

A short play (Wordcount: 2065)

(This was the fourth play I wrote and was part of a 48 H theater experiment where the play was based on two draws of items to define character and two draws of items to describe backdrop for situation. I drew 1. BigFoot and 2. A secret in character’s past and for the situation I drew 1. Aquarium and 2. handcuffs. The play had to be written in 24 hours but I only got 3 hours to do it as I was very busy that weekend and the directing – which I did myself as my play was quite wacky and lacked the right instructions as we had a 2000 wordcount restriction initially – had to happen over 24 hours too with actors selected by random draw and not chosen by the director. A fantastic human experiment )

Cast: MACK,  ROWLAND, TOBY, NAYAL

Setting: Underground cellar with giant aquarium in the middle and stairs on the side

Time: Indistinct

START

Confined cellar space with a giant aquarium in the middle. Time indistinct

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Voices in the dark comprising that of MACK, a young skinhead, TOBY, a mentally challenged young man, NAYAL, a girl in her twenties who looks like she has just been beaten up.

Away from this huddled group is ROWLAND, a young philippino lying handcuffed in front of the aquarium

NAYAL: Please, I don’t want to do this. Please don’t do this

MACK:  Shut ya trap and get the lights back on

NAYAL: Please Mack, please. I promise I will stay indoors. I’ll never go out again if that’s what you want

MACK:  (SOUNDING MURDEROUS) I said shut ya trap and get em lights on. Now!

TOBY:    (WHIMPERING) I say Mack. Don’t do bad Nayal Mack. Don’t correct her face. She all ok Mack, please. She ok with face Mack

LX1:        LIGHTS UP ON MACK TOBY AND NAYAL

LX2:        SPOTLIGHT ON ROWLAND

Lights come up on MACK and TOBY who is holding MACK’s sleeve with one hand and wiping muck of his face with another. They are standing a few feet away from ROWLAND who is on the ground, bleeding from gashes in his face. NAYAL is walking back towards them trying to avoid looking at ROWLAND.

MACK:  (SHAKING OFF TOBY AND WALKING BACK AND FORTH) Stop whimpering like a baby and get him up right now. I’ll show him how I crush roaches like him. Clean them up and then crush them. Just let them all understand what it is like to mess around with my sister. And you (POINTS FINGER TOWARDS NAYAL) you better get that slut paint off your face or I will thump it off like dad thumped momma’s face until she came off her high horses and knew where her place was

NAYAL: (CRYING AND WIPING MAKE-UP OFF HER FACE) I’m sorry Mack. I promise I’ll behave. Just don’t hurt him –

MACK: What did you say? You having feelings for this roach ay Nayal? I knew dad should never have taken you in with us, you and your prostitute mother.

NAYAL: She was your mother too!

MACK:  (MOVING TOWARDS NAYAL THREATENINGLY) I said shut ya trap. You speak again, you’re going in the tub with your roach boyfriend here.

LX3:        LIGHTS UP ON THE FULL STAGE

ROWLAND:         (ADDRESSING NAYAL) Please help me. Nayal, don’t let him do this, please. Nayal

                NAYAL keeps her head away from ROWLAND and scurries towards the wall near the stairs

MACK:  (WITH A LAST UGLY LOOK AT NAYAL BEFORE TURNING BACK TO TOBY) Move it. Pick him up under the armpits (TOBY OBLIGES BUT ROWLAND IS RESISTING)

TOBY:    Please Mack, I can no do it alone. Toby can no hold Rowland. Rowland slipping. Rowland biting Toby (YOWLS AS ROWLAND RESISTS AND BITES HIM AGAIN. ADDRESSING ROWLAND). Why you bite Toby? Toby put you to wash. Clean you up. Then if you good wash, stay quiet, Big Foot come. Big Foot only come when good wash. Mack, help Toby…

MACK:  Ask Nayal to help you-

NAYAL: (OVERLAPPING) No! Please no

TOBY:    (OVERLAPPING) No! No good

MACK:  (OVER THE TOP) Shut ya traps!

NAYAL: Don’t ask me to do that. I can’t! I can’t! I helped you bring him down here but I won’t do more.

TOBY:    You says girls ain’t cut for them boy things Mack. I need you. Help Toby Mack. Mack help Toby

MACK:  (SNARLING) Fine, I’ll help you. What use you are to me, huh? A big guy like you. All these years with me you ain’t learnt nothing. All those roaches crushed. I told you how to do it but you ain’t got no light up there and you ain’t freaking made for your bulk. (GOES TOWARDS TOBY AND TAPS ON HIS HEAD) It’s in there that you ain’t made for this (POINTS TOWARDS TOBY’S HUGE BODY) You’re huge but useless. Soft. Remember Nick?

Projector:            BigFoot Sliding Downhill Projector 0

 

TOBY:    Please no say about Nick when Nayal here. Please Mack. She like Toby. If you say for Nick Nayal she no like Toby no more

MACK:  Ain’t this a plan! Toby and Nayal. You got the hots for her big fella? (SNICKERING) Nayal and Toby. The prostitute and Dumbo

NAYAL: (OVERLAPPING) I’m not a prostitute

TOBY:    (OVERLAPPING) Toby is Dumbo.

MACK:  You’re a slut like momma been. You ain’t got one minute alone and ya shooting off with some fella around the block

NAYAL: I’m not. I only had one boyfriend before Rowland.

TOBY:    Toby is Dumbo. Big Foot come and Toby fly high like Dumbo. Toby fly high (CLAPS HANDS EXCITEDLY)

NAYAL: There was only Nick. (PAUSES AS SHE RECOLLECTS) What was that you and Toby said about Nick?

CUTTING OFF TOBY WHO WAS ABOUT TO SAY SOMETHING. TOBY STARTS WHIMPERING AGAIN

MACK:  Nothing! (ADDRESSING TOBY) Pick him up under them arms. I’ll take them legs (THEY GO BACK TO ROWLAND AGAIN, PICKING HIM UP AND AS ROWLAND RESISTS) I should have got them cuffs on his feet too. Would be easier to hold him tight (LAUGHS A WICKED CRAZY LAUGH) Would be funny, could swing the yellow sausage right into the water (LAUGHS AGAIN AND TURNS TOWARDS TOBY) What d’ya think big fella? Will this one go down quick or will we need Big Foot for him too

NAYAL: Toby, what did you say about Nick?

TOBY PAUSES. HIS BACK TENSE

NAYAL: (PLEADING) Toby…Please. Tell me you didn’t…

TOBY SLOWLY LETS GO OF ROWLAND WHO SLIDES TO THE FLOOR HURTING HIS HEAD AND STARTS CRYING FOR HELP AGAIN. MACK STARTS SWEARING UNDER HIS BREATH AS HE TRIES TO MAINTAIN CONTROL OVER ROWLAND WHO IS TRYING TO KICK FREE. TOBY INCHES TOWARDS NAYAL

TOBY:    (OVERLAPPING) Nayal like Toby. Toby no do nothing

NAYAL: (OVERLAPPING) Toby please. What happened to Nick?

ROWLAND:         (OVERLAPPING) Help me…

MACK:  (OVER THE TOP AND TRYING TO PIN DOWN ROWLAND) Toby, get your ass back here right now!

NAYAL: Toby?

TOBY:    Nayal like Toby? Nayal no stop like Toby? I say for Nick if Nayal promise

MACK:  Toby, shut ya trap and come help me with the roach!

NAYAL: I promise.

MACK:  She’s a liar

NAYAL: I swear I like Toby. I will always like Toby. Forever.

MACK:  (SNARLING AT NAYAL) Beat it. Get out of here woman!

TOBY:    (SQUARING SHOULDERS AND ALMOST GROWLING AT MACK) Toby no like Mack. Mack no want Nayal like Toby forever.

NAYAL: That’s right Toby, Mack does not want us to be together

MACK:  (LOOKING AT NAYAL IN DISBELIEF) You think you gonna control that thing? I been handling him for years before you turning up on our doorstep with your slut momma. Dad took his dad into business and then gave me Toby when I got ready. I learnt fast (WINKS AT NAYAL). I trained him damn well and business was good. He knows who to obey. (LOOKS BACK AT TOBY) Toby, remember, if Mack angry with Toby, Toby get no Big Foot. Toby no fly like Dumbo (LOOKS BACK AT NAYAL) I’ll sort you out later on, trying to turn my tools against me (TURNING BACK TOWARDS TOBY) Toby, Nayal no like Toby. She make believe like momma make believe with dad, remember? Woman no good. Woman no good for Toby. Nayal no good for Toby.

NAYAL: Don’t listen to him Toby. Nayal like Toby. Mack no like Toby. Mack no want Toby and Nayal happy (SHE GOES UP TO TOBY AND GIVES HIM A KISS ON THE CHEEK. TOBY TOUCHES HIS CHEEK, MARVELING AT THE FEELING) Nayal give many kiss to Toby but Toby need to stop Mack correct face Nayal

TOBY:    Nayal like Toby Mack. Mack no correct face Nayal

MACK:  What? You giving me orders big fella? (LOUDER) You giving me orders?

TOBY:    (SUBDUED) No, Mack. Toby quiet. Toby listen. Toby want to fly. Toby want Big Foot.

NAYAL: Toby, please. Nayal like Toby forever. Nayal take Toby Big Foot

MACK:  Shut ya trap slut

NAYAL: I won’t ever shut up again. You have no right over me. You will never lay a finger on me again.

MACK:  (RISING TO HIS FEET AND LETTING GO OF ROWLAND’S) You think y’all can threaten me? You think you can tell me what to do you slut!

MACK RAISES HAND TO HIT NAYAL BUT TOBY COMES IN BETWEEN THEM SHIELDING NAYAL WITH HIS BODY

TOBY:    Mack no shout Nayal. Nayal good. Nayal like Toby

MACK:  She’s playing you Dumbo. She’s lying

NAYAL: I’m not Toby. Nayal like Toby.

MACK LUNGES AT NAYAL BUT TOBY PUSHES HIM OFF SENDING HIM REELING.

SFX1:     BigFoot sound 1

HIS HEAD HITS THE AQUARIUM BEHIND. THERE IS A SOUND OF A LARGE CRACKING. MACK FALLS TO THE GROUND SLOWLY. BLOOD FLOWS FROM HIS HEAD ONTO THE GROUND. TOBY STARTS GOING AROUND IN CIRCLES, FEVERISHLY SAYING

TOBY:    Blood. Oh no Blood. Too much. We can no wash clean. Mack can no help. Mack have blood now. Mack no bring Big Foot. Toby can no wash Mack alone. Toby can no fly without Mack. Mack like Nick now. Nobody pay for Nick. Nobody pay for Mack. Toby no get candy. Toby no fly. Big Foot no come. Nayal. Please. Bring Big Foot. Toby can no fly.

NAYAL: What pay? Who did not pay for Nick? What are you talking about?

TOBY:    When Toby wash and Big Foot come, Toby fly. Then small man pay. Small man pay Mack. Mack give Toby candy. Toby fly like Dumbo then eat candy. Toby want candy. Toby want big foot. Toby want Mack.

TOBY GOES TOWARDS MACK’S LIFELESS BODY AND STARTS SHAKING IT, SCREAMING REPEATEDLY

TOBY:    Mack. I be good, Mack. Please Mack. Speak Mack (TAKES MACK’S HAND AND HITS HIMSELF WITH IT) Toby sit quiet Mack. Toby listen. Please Mack, Toby want to fly. Toby want Big Foot.

NAYAL: Calm down Toby. Nayal bring Big Foot. Nayal make Toby fly.

TOBY:    (INSTANTLY CALMING DOWN, RUNS TOWARDS NAYAL) Nayal promise? Nayal bring Big Foot? Nayal make Toby fly?

NAYAL: Yes, Nayal make Toby fly but where is this Big Foot.

TOBY RUSHES TOWARDS A CORNER AND UNCOVERS SOMETHING WITH A GLEEFUL FACE

TOBY:    (WITH A THEATRICAL POSE) Like Mack say, Tada. Big Foot time

Projector:            BigFoot Sliding Downhill Projector 1

NAYAL: This crawler with the crane on it? That’s Big Foot?

TOBY NODS HAPPILY

NAYAL: So you want me to hoist you up on this crane and then you fly? (TOBY NODS AGAIN) Fly where?

TOBY:    Over the bowl Nayal! You ain’t go nothing here (COPIES MACK’S GESTURE EARLIER) but you no have big bulk. Nayal small bulk. Toby like Nayal bulk. First over the bowl then inside. After wash, Toby hold all inside bowl. Toby hold on bowl wall and Mack make pictures. Mack give pictures and small man give money. Now Mack no move. Mack no give candy. Nayal give Toby candy?

NAYAL: Sure Toby, don’t worry. Nayal will take care of you but first remove Rowland’s handcuffs and clean him up (AS TOBY IS ABOUT TO DRAG HIM TOWARDS THE AQUARIUM AGAIN, SHE REALISES AND SCREAMS) No, not that clean him up. No wash Toby. Toby no wash Rowland.

TOBY:    Nayal, Mack say wash Rowland. Wash him then Big Foot come. No small man come with money for candy but Toby need to wash Rowland.

NAYAL: Toby, Mack won’t say anything. He’s dead. Let’s wash Mack

TOBY: Dead.

Projector:            BigFoot Sliding Downhill Projector 2

SFX2:     BigFoot sound 2

Nayal:   (GETTING INTO CRAWLER AND STARTING IT) Okay, let’s move this crawler and lift this horrid aquarium to break it. We’ll wash Mack first. He’s dead but we can wash and bury him.

TOBY:    Mack dead. Nick dead. Toby wash Nick. Mack take pictures. Now Toby wash Mack

NAYAL CLIMBS OFF THE CRAWLER

NAYAL: What did you say? Mack killed Nick and took pictures. The sick ba-

Projector:            BigFoot Sliding Downhill Projector 3

SFX3:     BigFoot sound 3

 

LX4:        LIGHTS OFF ON STAGE. BLUE LIGHTS ON

 

TOBY:    Nayal! Big Foot sliding. Big Foot sliding downhill. Nayal move

TOBY PUSHES NAYAL OUT OF THE WAY AND FALLS DOWN. SOUND OF TOBY WHIMPERING

TOBY:    Toby no fly. Toby fall. Big Foot crush Toby…

Lights go out.

LX5:        BLACKOUT

 

Video of BigFoot Sliding Downhill played during the first 48H festival in Dubai

Keeper of my Light

Keeper of my Light

23 November 2016

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Stealth dancing

Your shadow on mine

The twirl slow

The breath low

Abated sunken in teeth

Touch diffusing heat

 

Grasp my arm

Fend off from me harm

The days yarn

Needles work

Into my heart as they smirk

Un-assorted pairs

 

The eye stares

Into my bosom

The head spares

Grow me hairs

Of whiter melancholy

Love’s monopoly

 

Brittle game

The players like darts

Launching pad

Wicked fad

Flame thrower sprucing the ends

Hate makes no amends

 

In love’s sight

We sighed like children

Hiding toy

Breathing joy

Theft of innocence galore

Pile me more to store

 

Move the whim

From my bleeding shore

Bury dark

From the bright

Swirl out of my mind’s delight

Keeper of my light

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Tango Sentimientos – Tango Project

In my mind

In my mind

16-22 November 2016

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They walk unhindered

In my mind the mice are blind

They walk in trio

 

They cower then run

All good things under the sun

Sources diverted

 

They float like petals

In my mind the ice is kind

Blue sheets for the grave

 

They shiver they pray

All happenings just a play

Life’s scene invented

 

They call trains of thought

In my mind the trains rewind

Tracks of never more

 

They quiver they float

In corners of darkened throat

Constricting the voice

 

Reading of the poem: 

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No ordinary Love – Sade

 

Overcoming thoughts of You

Overcoming thoughts of You

20 November 2016

 

 

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The days fading fast

Into oblivion of nights

Detonation blast

 

The mind’s explosion

Into realms of darkness creep

Whispers of autumn

 

Widowed eyelids weep

Parting of the eyebrows raised

Holding soft the gaze

 

Remnants of spring’s path

Sun kissed blossoms now fading

The weeds invading

 

Gardens in simmers

Under a sun that glimmers

Dying rays wet kiss

 

Water down the hills

Dark tides flowing into sands

Ice into Islands

 

Ebb and flow pursue

Within the changing seasons

Shades of my mind’s blue

 

Hope of morrows faint

Reflux a lesson of tides

Tireless happenings

 

Rearranging stills

Breathing through invented gills

Dead canvas to paint

 

The brush strokes in clues

Overcoming thoughts of You

Bold red and blue hues

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Soldier of Love – Sade

King of Sorrow – Sade

By Your Side – Sade

Throw me words

Throw me words

16 November 2016

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Fallen down

On concrete flooring

Reaching lows

Loosing flows

This blood cascading river

Cutting deep slowly

 

Breathe in me

Sounds of your return

The days cry

As I yearn

For your name to be printed

Across soul wilted

 

Sorrow’s clown

Pantomimes a thought

In my mind

Windmills grind

Sands grains that come loose sinking

Hopes of lost laughter

 

Morrows flee

Your shadow hovers

Moon covers

Pale lovers

Their sight building up in I

Living on a lie

 

Frozen crown

Plays with fire’s lace

In disgrace

Throw me words

Flocking sheep to their shepherds

Once upon a rhyme

 

Give up glee

Nothing left to see

Buy me time

Features grime

Mask the curse you gifted me

Break this death’s saunter

 

Reading of the poem: 

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So Close – Olafur Arnalds feat. Arnor Dan

The colour of the night – Lauren Christy

It’s not goodbye – Laura Pausini

 

Undulating frames

Undulating frames

14 November 2016

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Lion’s Den

Land of the Dragon

Griffin wakes

In my mind

His tales my seconds rewind

The first wave pulsing

 

Chicken hen

The countdown pursues

Grown numbers

Burnt timbers

Fire raging match to torch

Sweeping through bosom

 

One to Ten

Waves overtaking

Smooth quiver

Cold shiver

Our bodies traces river

The sheets like spent tides

 

Taking sides

Obliqueness a must

Swords to rust

In waters

Of bodies liquid oceans

Dilution the fate

 

Mellow thrust

Remnants of the shore

Where the land

Calls for more

Liquids creating quicksand

Feverish demand

 

Dripping sweet

My fingers honey

Queen of bees

Mind to tease

Extrusion to intrusion

Undulating frames

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Seduction – David Arkenstone

Blended illusion

Blended illusion

14 November 2016

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Three to one

Sorted confusion

Our limbs meet

Green hilltops

Slopes sliding through the morrows

Forged in the sorrows

 

Priest and nun

Thwarted diffusion

Our bones sweep

Blue graveyards

Where the look takes to the kill

Bodies lying still

 

Hopes are torn

When the children die

Pennies lie

Change wasted

The smiles on our mouth pasted

With gruesome dark glue

 

Blink I’m gone

Remnants of pieces

Skin hanging

Rose petals

Showering your pale body

As the sound subsides

 

Wild horse rides

Peaks of never more

Wave broken

On the shore

The hurt still throbbing and sore

Wrists red though uncut

 

The eyes shut

Blended illusion

Surging through

Blue temple

Your breath warm as I tremble

My way through your chest

 

Reading of the poem: 

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The Trees – Max Richter

The Tree the Beach the Sea – Max Richter

This Bitter Earth / On the Nature of Daylight  – Max Richter / Dinah Washington

The purple at dusk

The purple at dusk

12 November 2016

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Square circles

Blend in my footsteps

The suns rise

In winters

When the tides set in rivers

Knocking at my door

 

They were four

Liquid symphonies

They rode on

Beyond breeze

Their breath and fire lit trees

Pathways of cinder

 

Water came

Flowed into broiled game

We knew not

How to tame

Raging of fire and flow

The split and splinter

 

Shards of rain

Swept away masses

Needle’s eye

Forgave not

The slightest remnant of thought

Borne within the fear

 

Bask in pain

Sunlight reminder

When we wake

To mistake

Morrows shadow our past tense

Wickers of pretense

 

The woods lie

Down by the river

Where the hearts

Still quiver

Sound of music invading

The purple at dusk

 

Reading of the poem: 

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Courtesy Charles Villiers Stanford Requiem 1897

Soul of the Tango Sur Regreso Al Amor – Yo Yo Ma