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Last week I went to the amazing Verse Matters spoken word event at The Theatre Deli in Sheffield.
Unexpectedly I found myself on stage sharing some words. It was the first time I’d done this but found it rather inspiring.
After the event I wrote this….
Absurd by Young Sung Hero
When I was bothered and exposed,
I decided to enclose,
in a tomb,
not golden like tootan Khamoon,
but beige and raw.
Trapped I was,
not even the fucking energy to get mad.
It is what it is I said,
this is how you’ve grown,
just another broken cliche surviving on his own.
Even these words,
they make me shudder, blink and cringe,
yet another indulgent creative having a whinge.
Because we do that don’t we?
Afforded the luxury of words,
whereas if I was some poor cunt with no food in his belly,
I’d be like,
You lot are fucking absurd.
I wrote this wee micro poem after watching a program on the BBC about pollution caused by vegetable production in Southern Spain.
I’m a little aware of this issue, but seeing it on tv was a stark reminder of our destruction in the name of profit.
Club Med – Young Sung Hero
Abundant Stories – Young Sung Hero
INNERVISIONS – Young Sung Hero
Chapter 12 extract.
‘Let me get this straight, you’re telling me that your dead, childhood friend Christabel is living in your loft, and you’re having conversations with her?’
Lee’s keyworker Sandy had edged forward in her chair, her posture reminded him of a woodpecker preparing to bury its beak in a rotten log. A grey cardigan hung loosely over her body, belying the anxiety that made her feet shift back and forth.
An open window hinted at the world outside. It smelt of Lynx deodorant, cigarette smoke, and disappointment.
‘I know this sounds crazy.’ Before he could finish, Sandy interrupted.
‘Lee, you’re not going crazy.’
Fucking hell, she thinks I’m crazy.
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Breakbeat stares – Young Sung Hero