Loop Reviewed Poetry Theatre GOMA Take II

Part two of a Loop Theatre Performance at the GOMA review, this one written at home.

Beautifully witnessed,

     Contemporary living unshakeable dreams, too oft left single lonely stage of attention out, Beyond the mountains of stigma, portraying them as mere beautiful insecurity mannequins... Our sight is the disguise, of magnificent change your perception and heart lives.

     As if artistic wish capacity was docile, but it never was... Painting extravagant lip blossoms of budding smiles, forever blooming as happy memories, A new forever recollection portrait of hope, never to be forgotten,  Amidst the ache of our prolific social aptitude sight blemish diagnosis held over others, A test everyone's conscious heart of conviction should refuse to accept.

    Beheld in a magnificent gallery, hall of  acceptance's equality summer after the reign of a bitter December recital, how tangibly organic and beautiful is the heart's choreographed epidermis counterpart locomotion of a memory loop theatre's conscious marionettes, providing more than physical movement!

     If any eyes who witnessed had a heart, surely it  moved!

In earnest anticipation of,

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Loop Reviewed Poetry Theatre GOMA Take I

Written in the moment, 

     As the heart moved whilst watching Loop Theatre Patrons perform at the GOMA, May 2014.

Beautifully witnessed.

     Contemporary living unshakeable dreams, too oft left invisible beside lonely stage mountain, as mannequins... far behind.

     As if artistic capacity wish docile, but not. Painting extravagant lip blossoms of budding smiles, forever blooming in happy memory service upon a museum of faces! A new forever recollection portrait of hope, never to be forgotten

     Beheld in a magnificent gallery, of acceptance choreographed movement.

     If any eyes had a heart, it surely moved!

In earnest anticipation of,

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The Little Things

Sometimes,

      It is better to let be what you have written, as a short malady of words that crescendo into the mind, then the heart and finally the conscious soul of your readers. Let the little things be. For there is oft more magnificence to be found in a brief line than in a poem of infinite stanza(s).

     Standing at the blurred,

      No faithful to hopeless finger lifted in attention; Edge of apocalypse tomorrow, Where the reset of karma's soul caste poverty reincarnation system is blessed by every mythical god's well bloody crimson oil stained red right single digit raised fist!

      The time for equality on our sandcastle hell avarice swollen earth, is at hand...

      Which was posted today, a simple little trick of the vernacular hat poem, that might mean something to someone... Or it may not.

Only a handful,

     Of oaths ever make it... But the disavowed still retain their amnesty towards hope...

     So when toiling under threat of silence in response to your work away, write only what is necessary, nothing more nothing less, as it pours out from compassion's empathetic imagination engine within! But that imp-perfect line, can't be taught, learned or drawn, not really... It can only be discovered in context of the moment as you deem fit.

     For as the art immunization theory states that only you define your art, and therein lies the fluctuating algorithm of assurance, the courage to stand in what you craft.

In earnest anticipation of,

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The Auditorium II

A Place for performance,

     If you're like me, and your home town has no venue for poetry... This space is for you, to win back some of self decaying esteem, back from the beautiful insecurities, that you haven't quite realized are magnificent in your life.

      How we look at ourselves, it shapes us. My journey into poetry began as cathartic journal entries that somehow morphed into stanzas I now know are poetry. But I no longer believe that there are true definitions for what poetry is, in the sense that people can categorise an artists work simply to disavow any creativity therein. This has happened to me and I shall do my best to give you the tools to see through the lies people are feeding themselves and thus handing you.

     One tool is art immunization, a type of self-esteem or confidence, I don't really believe in confidence... That is a disguise projected to create an image, I believe in courage... For it is an image, a disguise worn to projected the created.

     The assurance is not specifically in who you are as a person, more-so as an artist and specifically in what you create and how you interpret people's criticisms of your work(s).  Part of that morale is clarity, or if you will, conviction. Belief in the art you are making is more than just... Or is simply just...

      Created to raise awareness of a particular topic through the finely honed empathetic imagination engine within or woven via inspiration merely to reflect the world around you or the emotional memory shrapnel ache upheaval in any particular moment of life.

     The Auditorium is a place for people to perform, get feedback, discover who they are as an artist whilst listening to other people perform or they themselves performing. Working with f(r)iends to create a piece, collaborating or merely getting some kinds words of mentorship. The online space will be open 24 hours a day, 7 days a week, with a regular performance schedule and competitions which winners will get awards to show their recognition.

     Whoever and wherever you are on earth, if poetry is your thing, The Auditorium is definitely a place you should check out!

In earnest anticipation of,

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Scottish Poetry Fanzine!

Well Scotland,

     Your poets are on the vernacular war of peaceful resistance path yet again, The High Flight is a new Poetry & Short Story Fanzine made by four artists uniting to create something the rest of the UK might enjoy. How do you find out more, go to the source! First hand account by Sam Small  On Youtube The Indiegogo Campaign is on a march to creative ends!

      So, maybe you know who scarlett johansson is, well she was recently quoted by a 3rd magazine convenient party as stating she'd move to Glasgow, For our poetry scene! Yes, that's right people the creative young persons masquerading as poets in this city have brought attention to it as more than just 'Scotland's Largest City.'

     Not that we're pretending to be poets, only that... Well, a lot of us are humble word noobs that just adore creating and reciting words on behalf of something more than ourselves! I in particular would only call myself a poet on behalf of conviction's onset within, contriving the empathetic imagination engine to write for a cause beyond that which is merely the 'I' entitled me.

     So whether or not you're from Glasgow or Edinburgh, show some support for your peers and those who are creating on behalf of sharing, to inspire something more... In others, even if it is just a smile!

In earnest anticipation of,
Juton

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Tidings of a Poet's Bargain

It has begun,

      Though a myriad of mistakes have been made throughout the memory ache of this life time; Don't let those mistakes make you.

       Everything is in order, the Algorithymns² Poetry Project Spoken Word University launches it's 30 man spoken word Teamspeak Server this week end! May the conviction in your vocal chords resound in the vernacular of your poetry, as you channel experience through the empathetic imagination engine within, to inspire other to... Arise from inaction to their own aspirations!

In earnest anticipation of,

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