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Poetry is blasting its way back into the hearts and minds of a new generation with a fresh, high energy and rhythmic style, and so - winning new audiences for poetry and sketching out a new literary landscape for the 21st century.
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Charity Poet in the City, working with Apples & Snakes, the leading performance poetry organisation, has created a Spoken Word All Stars event, featuring some of the best spoken word artists in the UK in a fabulous live show.
They've taken five poets and one globally-acclaimed musician, and given them free rein to create a spectacular evening of wall-to-wall words with an unflagging backbeat.
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The Spoken Word All Stars are on a national tour, which begins at Latitude Festival 2010.
So to get the full Spoken Word All Stars experience, go to one of the live shows and allow them to take you on a journey of comedy, tragedy, romance and philosophy, all bound together as the All Stars interweave their carefully crafted words with live and improvised loops, beats and melodies alongside the sophisticated sax-man Jason Yarde.
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Vicky Ellis
Wed 18 August 2010, 10:24
Where are the All Stars making their other appearances, apart from Latitude? I couldn’t make it this year, sadly.
Thanks!
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Jennifer Brisk
Fri 4 February 2011, 16:25
In the Kitchen – By Jennifer Brisk – 07890 592446
There is a muddy mess
On the table
Empty cards and such
Things without writing
In the kitchen
Something cries in the sink
A stain, a cobweb
Lingering
Then looming
All is quiet now in the house
The pictures in the frame
Shrinking
The piano sighs very quietly
Almost breathing
Lillies weeping with the radio
As it rattles out sound
Small crumbs beneath my chair
And little pulls on my sleeve
Someone said something
In a conversation
A fragment stays
And forms itself into a nag
I can not stop staring at a crack
It seems wider somehow
Without fuss the cat saunters
I flit from here to there
The boots in the corner are shiny
And wet, they hold the floor
It is just me today
Tomorrow, the same
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