It’s a been a while – because life sometimes gets in the way. However, such breaks can allow for ideas to germinate and for inspiration to hit. Firstly the news I have is that the second Speaky Blinders is happening on May 24th. It is going to be headlined by the very exciting Jason Vegas Butler, a Spoken Word wizard who has been successful on the Slam circuits. The evening will be hosted by myself and so far -there are some great poets lined up to perform -with open mic slots also available. Jason Vegas Butler (Headliner at Speaky Blinders)
Amongst the poets there will be spots by Robert Garnham, Melanie Crump, Charles Hopton, and the comedic and surreal Steve “O” . Other performers will be confirmed on the evening, but with the standard of those that came to the first evening. Rest assured you will be treated to a very entertaining night. So by Order Of The Speaky Blinders I hope to see you at Peaky Blinders Bar, Paignton, Devon on the evening of May 24th.
Fast forward to Tuesday May 29th.
It’s Stanza Extravaganza time again. This month it is being headlined by the awesome Ross Bryant , whose delivery of spoken word is both breathtaking and marvellous in equal measure. The night’s host is yet again, the charismatic and lovely Shelley Szender.
Now to some inspiration and a man whose work I admire: Jim Morrison. As many will know, he was an American poet, Rock Star and a tortured individual. His looks, antics and songwriting have made him a legend. I have been an admirer of his writing ever since I was about thirteen years old.
Jim Morrison
I recently wrote a poem about him. His writing has inspired my style of writing every bit as much as the writing of the Beat Generation writers. I am not sure why I wrote it. It came Spontaneously and I thought I would share it with you. Here is the poem:
Lizard King
Frustrated dreamer
An unbelievable believer
With concise rambling
Juxtaposed with emotions
Heightened
By
Discord
Sensory overloads
Or
Apathy
Fighting to be heard
Not wanting to be left behind
But
At the front
Pack opens
Contents spill
Like
A trail on a broken path
Stones fly
Whilst Beetles shield their behinds with natures natural armour
The lizard reigns
Basking in darkness
Being misunderstood
And yearning for the
Sleeping Samaritan to awake
What happened to the harmonious
Lessons
That speak volumes
What happened to the honest benediction
That feels like an embrace
Why do my empty thoughts race
Who
What
Where
Why
I need to sit beneath an azure sky
Whilst the rider on the storm
Glides
Then
Maybe
Another door will open
Welcoming and wide.
Jason Disley (May14, 2018)