Poetry-wise: Dylan Thomas, Hugo Williams
Music-wise: Jenny Apple, Bjork, Catpower, Nick Drake, Jeff Buckley, Tim Buckley, Mazzy Starr, Lemon Jelly, Turin Brakes, Pixies, Breeders.
Sounds Like
An alleged hybrid of Joanna Newsome, Bjork and Cerys Mathews apparently, with a bit of Catpower thrown into the broth.
Born in Bridgend, South Wales 1977. Moved to Derbyshire when I was 8, came to London at 18 to study to be lawyer and have parked here ever since. I am currently assuming the role of a writer with the FT, but poetry and music is what I wake up for.
Started writing poetry about 4 years ago, and have since racked up over 200 gigs in London, France and Holland, and some people like the BBC's Radio 3 The Verb have even be silly enough to pay me to write poems. The Battersea Arts Centre have recently commissioned me to write a one-woman poetry show, which in its current guise is an autobiographical play in blank verse called With Tongues.
Last year was a busy one for performing poetry at festivals, including the Ruigoord Poetry Festival, Latitude, and my first Edinburgh Show Invisible Ink with Nathan Penlington and Suzanne Andrade.
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 162 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): TEES TO TYNE: FIRST IMPRESSIONS - SUMMER 2001
Where traditions are not so rare; Sea, country and works scent the air; A multitude of monuments, Planted tubs and patterned pavements.
The longish pedestrian malls; The remnants of defensive walls; Historic buildings are a gauge Of the respect for heritage.
Wheat, rape and pines in the fields; Estuaries guarded by shields; Long sandy beaches and wide scenes; Romantic-ruin go-betweens.
Rivers in parts licked by trees, Or fringed by boat clubs, wharfs, gantries, And crossed by practical delights - Varied spans, forming pleasing sights.
Fine churches headed at Durham; Football kits ad infinitum; Kept castles - one for study; Masonry behind masonry.
And, with moulding-works out that way, It’s somewhere for a longer stay..?
After you've finished here, you may like to hear this poem sung on myspace...
Poem 2 of 230, WalkaboutsVerse (please see my blog): WALKABOUT WITH MY PEN
Once drove an old sedan, up north, From a place in Sydney to Cairns; Then to Kuranda I went forth, By train, to look without set plans.
I browsed through the trendy market, With fresh fruits of tropical kind; Walked to the creek through lush thicket - Nature’s hand giving peace of mind.
I dined in a scenic cafe; Then, outside, as I wrote for yen, Some passing Kooris called-out: “Hey, You go walkabout with your pen.”
Request or question, I don’t know - Assured voices, elderly men. That’s now several years ago, And I’ve seen the world - with my pen.
Ce qu’il faut, ce sont de nouveaux amis, pour combler les trous laissés par la migraine, des corps intacts, des noms jamais lus, ni prononcés. Malheureusement, il se trouve qu’une personne nommée Sirène fait partie du lot. Atteinte d'hypersensibilité chimique multiple, Sirène parvient à sentir les âmes. Tu imagines facilement à quelle puanteur elle est journellement confrontée, ainsi que la haine qu'elle doit porter au monde.
I need new friends, never touched bodies, never pronounced names, to restore the damages, to fill the holes bured through me by the migraine. Unfortunately, there is a person named Siren among them. She suffers from the Multiple Chemical Sensitivity Syndrom, meaning she can smell the souls. You can imagine which stink she has to face every day, and how strong her hate for the world must be.
good afternoon Rhian, thnk you for your add; I am happy to discover your work, "Unmentionable"'s strengh is really hitting my forehead... I am reading Maurice Blanchot agian these days (in particular the text called "Celui qui ne m'accompagnait pas" and I try to follow the lead of this unspoken and silent stream into language, into writing... the concrete touch of your text covers another concrete ground, the body of the words so deeply mixed with our flesh and bones; is it possible to draw the line between these two beings? are they really 2? I guess they are uncountable ;)
hiya Rhain - gr8 to meet you today and put a real face to the name (instead of a 1 inch sq myspace photo). Sorry to shoot off just be4 the end but had to get back for my daughter. See you soon I hope. Please do let me know if you ever want me for a return visit - gr8 venue/gig. Neal x
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