Category Archives: Performance

Good evening and welcome to my blog.

I have given this blog a life expectancy of thirty minutes – that is, thirty minutes in which to say all that I want to say. Should I complete this task in less than the allotted time, then fine. If not, I will publish it as it is – including mid-sentence if needed.

Can you feel the suspense rising?

Try harder.

I have looked at the clock and it is 21:07 GMT – I estimate that I have already been writing for three or four minutes, so my time runs out at 21:33 GMT. Time to get on with it!

I am a fan of James Bond films. I like the recent ones, and the older ones have a certain “cheesy” charm to them. I have liked all the “Bonds” – There is the question of who was better – Sean Connery or Roger Moore, and I think Sean Connery just nicks it for me. However, I have to admit recently watching a bond film that I didn’t like. It was “Never Say Never Again”, and it was awful! It just looked like it was on a very low budget – at least for the first half of the movie; the fight scenes were crap, Connery was clearly wearing a wig and his make up looked awful – in one scene he looked almost orange!

The second half of the film was better – Kim Basinger in a leotard will improve any film – as it seemed that the producers had realised they needed a bigger budget. But by then it was too late – I couldn’t watch any more.

I assume Bond saved the day?

I recently had a bit of a wobble about my poem writing, infact I’m still “rippling” as the wobbling stops. I had some rejection letters from publishers, and although I accept it was naïve of me to expect to get published straight away, to have someone say they don’t like my poetry was hard to hear. I bought a book about the rhythm and flow of poetry, but found that when I wrote as suggested in this book, my ‘voice diminished’. Fortunately, I received some guidance and advice from another very experience poet I met at an open mic night, who not only said that he thought I had a good poetry voice and he liked what I wrote, but also said I shouldn’t worry at this stage about the flow etc. that will come. For now, I just need to continue writing.

And not just poetry. Writing this blog is of immense help to me, so I intend to continue.

Times up!

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W is For Duck – Now on Social Media!

Dear readers of my blog,

I am pleased to announce that W is for Duck is now on Social Media – it has it’s own Facebook page which you can find by simply searching on Facebook for “W is For Duck” or by clicking here: https://www.facebook.com/WisforDuck.

On the page you will see my blog posts, and will be able to see some of my Friday Poems brought to life – as there are videos of me reading them at a local Open Mic Night – including a reading of my newest poem, “I Hate Barbie” – which won’t appear on my blog for a few weeks yet!

Feel free to like, and share the Facebook Page, and encourage your friends to check out my blog!

And don’t forget to check out this week’s Friday poem – it’s posted at 6:30pm tomorrow, Friday 28th July.

Thanks

 

 

Friday Poem #24

Good evening and welcome to this week’s Friday poem.

As you read this, I will be preparing to go on stage to play my part in my local amateur dramatics group’s performance of “Dangerous Corner”, a play by J.B. Priestley.

This weeks poem is inspired by the act of performing.

I hope you like it.

 

UNDER THE LIGHTS

Lights up

Heart rate up

All dressed up.

The steps to the stage, a mountain

 

Lines learnt

Midnight oil burnt

My place in this cast earned

So why do I doubt myself?

 

I know these lines

I know these lines

I know these lines

I’ll just check my script once more

 

Sounds of the audience filter through back stage

I pace to and fro like an animal in a cage

I have nightmares that my script is a blank page

The time creeps ever nearer

 

My mouth goes dry

I have butterflies

I don’t know why

I can’t remember my own name

 

The hall falls silent, it’s time to go on

I’m so nervous,  I don’t think that I can go on

At least this time I don’t have a song

There’s my cue –

 

Deep intake of breath, and……