Archive | April, 2017

Now with music! The Sad Machines by Before Victoria

20 Apr

drawing of a robot falling over. The text reads 'Before Victoria. The Sad Machines'I’m on an album! The Sad Machines is an electro concept album all on the theme of depression. It has spoken word tracks which pack even more or a punch with a backing of synthy music which swings between hypnotic, heartbeaking and the kind of badass where you need a long coat billowing in the wind and a choreographed fight scene.

Before Victoria is the musical side-project of the infinitely huggable Marc Burrows, better known as one quarter of steampunk anarchists The Men That Will Not Be Blamed For Nothing.

My track is I Called You Captain. It’s a poem I wrote a few years ago about when a relationship/friendship/houseshare is falling apart and the scales start to fall from your eyes. I always thought it was one of my strongest pieces, but also too depressing to slam and I never felt like I’d quite found a home for it before. All of which is to say: it’s an absolute fucking delight to see it so much richer with the musical backing – let alone to be among such awesome company. Continue reading

Poem: On being his final straw

16 Apr

Straw-crop

Weeks, months or years later
He will apologise
Tell you how much he has changed
How he’s got help now
How if the timing had been different, you and him

You were his final straw
A redemption tale he has now spun
Into gold
Placed around another woman’s finger

You have played this part before
Wonder what the casting says about you:
Malleable enough to bend
Strong enough to stay whole
Still the one left on the ground

He is grateful for your kindness
For your lack of thorns
For the way you absorbed his mistakes
Insulated his falls
Quietly
You will wish had more nettle or briar in you

You will miss how his alchemy hands
Made you shine
Are still not sure if that glint
Was yours or his.

Review: Sign my Citalopram by Hannah Chutzpah

7 Apr

Natasha Borton

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Sign my Citalopram is a collection of poems from Hannah Churzpah’s one woman touring show ‘Asking Nicely’ / ‘Confidence Tricks’. At it’s heart the collection is an exploration of permission. How that effects us individually and socially, about how we navigate modern society and ultimately how we navigate ourselves through this minefield of permissions, both granted and revoked.  It highlights a very modern dilemma of How, Where and Why we ask permission of both ourselves and others.

As Chutzpah says in Permission ‘This is for the women who’ve stopped counting calories/ And started counting stars’ in a world seemingly filled with the individual Chutzpah’s writing style is crammed with colloquialism and personal anecdotes that tease familiarity from the reader. The collection is like sitting down with an old friend and setting the world to rights. Chutzpah reminds us that we all experience solitude and isolation and…

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