Greetings, bonjour, what’s happening?
As previously mentioned, I’ve been away, hence the podcast silence. This month is just a little update on the Euro’s and what I’ve been up too, plus a few new poems I’ve got in the works (been a while since I banged any of those out!)
Hope you’re all good out there in Lager Land, enjoy the sun, enjoy the football, keep it larger than life
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Paul
LINKS
Love Scripted @ Birmingham Rep Theatre - Friday 19th June
BUY-ME-A-LAGER
THE SUBURBAN BOOK
My 1st book collection of stories and poems
Beats & Elements: A Hip Hop Theatre Trilogy
2 plays I co-wrote plus Denmarked by Conrad Murray
https://paulcree.co.uk/shop/beats-and-elements-a-hip-hop-theatre-trilogy
It really Is
Calm yourself with your cliché’s about cliches
I’m not talking to you
Life is a show, mate.
It really is.
The pain of the graft to get you
Ready for that stage.
Learning your craft
Making use of what
You’ve got, however
Big or small.
Making friends
loosing friends
Surprising yourself and
Breaking your own self-
Imposed limitations
Rejections along the way.
Mistakes made and
Plenty of practise.
If you get all that right,
You might just get that
few seconds of applause
a feeling that you’ve done
something good
for once
Audience leaves
curtains draw.
Stage-crews quickly sweep-away
your magic moment, doing the
real graft that keeps this
whole game afloat
You trundle off back to the
dressing-room exhilarated and high
horney and depressed
worn-out, knackered
wanting to do it all again
wondering whether you can do
it all again
Critics and cynics make themselves
Known, you tell yourself you’re
not listening.
Even when it hurts.
Then you think of that brief moment
Where it worked.
You landed the words
the movement
the note
Everyone felt it.
And they told you so.
Those big moments make it worth it.
So you keep on doing it.
Chasing it, improving it
making and remaking it
Until the show
really is
Over.
Remedy With Lines
Move the pen nib.
Get the line down.
Numerous, busy and
boisterous are the distractions.
Forgot the worries on what
others think, that
drink swamps the soul and
drowns the focus
Some merry-go-round of misery.
And round we go.
Just get the line down.
Basic and simple.
Humans reflect my worst habits, I
I deflect back my worst judgements
Until I turn it inwards
And overload the circuits
It’s either that, or
slap my own face for
the circus
Just get the line down
nothing else matters
All else is white-bread and
Toc-tics
Can’t Wait For The Week
Weekends scare me, mate
Too many variables and
Moving parts.
Moves to make, stuff
to do, people all
fighting against the
clock, windmill-arms and
sockless shoes
Demons come out to play and
Things fall apart and
Down like a facepalm
Mondays, I restore order
Peace resumes
Sometimes it takes until
Tuesday to get back on-line
Wednesday I quietly crack-on,
Thursday I’m good, then
Friday I Remember about Saturday
Panic and Chaos ensues
Sunday, I’m either still battling or
Badly beaten, as little critters
Feed on the wounds.
Monday, it’s back to me
Back to peace
Piecing this thing
Back together
One disc at a
Time
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