Unfortunately we only caught an hour or so of the final night party Poetry Riot of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival - but what an hour with Trevor Meaney (yes not good photos but light levels were really low by this point as was my energy!):
And the sadly hilarious Clayton Blizzard with his whispered poetry and folk/rap songs that you are either going to laugh or cry or both too.
It was great fun though we sadly missed Mark Neil performing though I almost crashed into him at the top of the stairs and said my normal hello and he responded with his (I can't remember who you are) smile like normal - Alaric appears to have transmogrified into Luke Skywalker from Return of the Jedi.
No really look!
I took embarrassing photos of the interns (who should start a comedy show up!)
And I took arty pics of people taking much better pictures than me!
Other photos of events can be found at Write Out Loud and Bilt Photography (which is where my current profile picture on FB comes from!).
You can probably tell that I really really enjoyed the festival
Yesterday I sort of forgot to do any work - after 9 days of intensive festival coverage I awoke tired but happy and helped get the girls off to school mind buzzing with more things to write up about the Cheltenham Poetry Festival. But I had to go to the bank at 10 and somehow this took up the entire morning!
I did find some fantastic bits of wall art to snap whilst out though!
Then my parents and Al had conspired together meaning that I was taken for lunch were I relaxed and ate and drunk and produced the rough first draft of a childrens picture book.
I then came home and slept!
When I got up Jean was home from school and I ended up watching Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs whilst buried in children and kittens. It was then tea time which was eaten in the garden.
With a rabbit for company!
My dad also tried the trampoline.
Then I had a bath and read the book I was given as part of World Book Night during the festival, in bed I wrote two poems and babbled about arty stuff.
Of course today I am staring at the state of the house going eep! And Mary isn't going to let me get much done as I've basically been missing for a week and she is determined to catch up on snugs!
Last night I went to watch my friend Dan Holloway perform his show Some of These Things Are Beautiful as part of the Cheltenham Poetry Festival.
He is a fantastic poet and as always his set was emotionally charged dealing with creative freedom and the intensity of life and death.
Lighting levels at the venue were a bit tricky so I apologise for the quality of the photographs.
Again I did some experiments with long exposures and this photo came out in a way that I just feel fits with Dan's creative zest - to me it is a poet in a spiralling tunnel of thought and creativity.
The event also had two other poets performing - I unfortunately had to run away before the last performer but I did catch James Webster.
Who did a wonderfully funny piece on time travel and the self - it was philosophically deep but light in the presentation.
The event took place in a lovely bar called The Strand in Cheltenham which had some lovely wall art I will have to go back and photograph at some point.
Anna Saunders one of the Festival Directors was there in person to compare and I just love this shot of her I got - I think it shows her fantastically warm and bubbly personality.
Last night I went to a truly inspiring event - So It Goes by the Cheltenham Improvisers Orchestra at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival.
Sound rippled around the room, building and echoing and fading away to almost nothingness, reminding me of the psychedelic of previous decades mixed with the fragments of poems building up to create a picture of the stretching endless existence.
Pictures of the cosmos played in the back ground and occasionally across on of the performers leaving a silhouette of them, stark in the nebula.
I could have closed my eyes and just listened creating pictures for stories and the like but then I would have missed the spectacles of how they produced some of the sounds - vibrating, glowing massage spider on a balloon for example.
I had great fun taking photos again hence the black and white - I also played around with long exposures to see if I could get an image that captured the essence of the music.
When I spoke to the poets afterwards it turned out they didn't know who was going to read when - this was interesting as the poets seemed to pick up and continue with the style of the previous poet but adapted to them - as if their was an invisible creative string connecting them within the performance.
I really loved this event and could have easily spent all of last night writing - I took quiet a few arty shots:
Poets including Anna Saunders, Adam Horovitz, and Sara-Jane Arbury to name but a few.
Last night I went to a sell out event at the Cheltenham Poetry Festival were Dan Sluman and Mark Burnhope both read out their amazing works. Both explored illness and life altering events as well as the obsession with death and sex and a myrraid of other topics. All sculpted into a lyrical wonder.
Also I found the black and white mode on the camera works at low light levels were as the colour setting is all grainy.
I remember first meeting Dan at poetry cafe when it was at the museum and art gallery a few years ago and have always found his work deeply moving.
Sadly there are not more of Mark as it was a sell out gig and I couldn't move around to get pictures.
Dan's book is Absence Has A Weight Of Its Own
And Mark's is Snowboy
There was also an open mic before they started their reading - if you want to see any of the photos in a larger format just click on them.
And lastly - I love this photo I took of Mark listening to the poetry even though it came out a bit blurry.