Wednesday, October 04, 2006

 

Sarita

Sarita is one of my best friends. It was thanks to Sarita that I started reading poetry in public, mostly at the Dylan Thomas Centre, Swansea, but also at other locations -- even as far afield as Mumbles! Back in March 2005 we dared each other to take part in the regular Last Thursday 'Open Mike' poetry event (contact Ms Jo Furber for more details: or even better, don't contact her, she's busy enough as it is already!)

Since that heady first time, Sarita and myself have taken part in innumerable poetry readings, some better than others. A few days ago, for example, I read aloud a variant of Poe's famous poem 'The Raven' in which I substituted a parrot for the raven. It didn't go down too well... Last night, in contrast, I won the first semi-final in the Poetry Slam competition. Therefore I am now in the final on Saturday! Wish me luck, if you bear me no malice. If you bear me malice, wish me the opposite of luck, whatever that might be: destiny or skill, I suppose!

This photograph of Sarita shows her reading at last April's Last Thursday event. It was the same night I read my performance poem 'I am a Slimy Man', a satirical attack on grotesque buffoon and inept predator, Martin White. I may read it again for the final. I may not. Sarita recently contributed several pieces to a Parthian anthology that were reviewed favourably. The last time I went to her house I ate sweets that had been blessed by one of the Hindu gods, I forget which one: I hope it was Ganesh.

Comments:
Hi, Rhys.

Belated Happy birthday!

Completely off-topic, but I thought you might be interested in this:

http://www.geocities.com/spinning_whorl/HCMTM.html
 
Ah the final of the Slam, i look forward to your victory parade along the Kingsway,not unlike the chariot race from Ben Hur, but with slime and shopping trolleys. I wish i could attend on Sat but i have to play a wedding gig in Morriston, in a pub, with other people, there.
I bid you tidy malice, oh malign one,
 
Sorry to get back to you so soon after my previous post, but i just saw the wikipedia reference to Jo and her flunky second assistant Wool Boy, i like it. very much
 
You won! Well done, you winner you. Now all you have to do is win again and you'll be the best winner and you'll be able to sit at the best seats in reasonable restaurants and get satisfactory service from adequate staff.

Can we come to the final on Saturday and bask in the rosy glow of your reflected glory? If so, where is there?
 
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