What would the world be in black and white? Can you imagine?
We are certainly glad that we get to experience life in amazing Technicolor. So please join us as we paint the town red on Monday December 9th at our usual spot at the Bike Shed Theatre. Meet us there at 18h00. Bring some pen and paper!
See you soon,
Oriana & Bryce
What would the world be in black and white? Can you imagine?
Have you ever had an urge to go back to the sixties? Do you ever wonder what the future will be like?
As writers, the time for our story or script or poem is always an important part of its context, and we have therefore carefully perfected the art of travelling back and forward in time. If you would like to join us for our next time defying adventure please come and meet us at The Bike Shed Theatre at our regular table at 18h00 on Monday November 25th… Or next Monday, or the one before… No, seriously come and meet us on the 25th!
See you there, or the time after that, or last week…
See you soon
Rule 1. All humans must pick delicious fruit at all times.
Rule 2. Said fruit should be cut into geometric shapes to be decided on at my own whim. Today’s shape is Triangle.
Rule 3. Death to moths!
Rule 4. No orgies on my giant shimmering wings. I don’t care if they feel like purple smoked velvet when you roll about on them – it’s not on!
Rule 5. Humans shall build me a 1000 foot high swing and push me on it as I decree.
Rule 6. I want pickled eggs for dinner. Except Mondays when it shall be marshmallows.
Rule 7. All Vampires to report to my tree house – we’re having a tea party. Bring a teddy bear.
Rule 8. Everyone to say “Fuck you’re huge” every time I cause a solar eclipse.
Rule 9. Songs of praise to be sung to me in the style of nineteenth century hip-hop every Wednesday dinner time.
Rule 10. I am to be addressed at all times as Cecil the Magnificent, destroyer of worlds. I know my nickname and it’s not funny.
Rule 11. The only acceptable swear words are: “Oops a daisy”, “You berk!” and “Buzz off minge tits”.
We are separate,
In times of need
We band together,
In the search for new resources
Expanding the colony
Each plays its part
And we work together
And when hunger passes
These are not the words I thought I would write today.
These words flicker like a candle
in the corner of a dimly lit room;
gentle though they may be,
they radiate through the dark.
When the day began,
I thought I would write
about a boy I once knew.
About a boy I once was.
A boy who used to dream of flying
until he found he couldn’t sleep.
But the leaves were turning,
and the wind sang through the branches.
A squirrel and a black bird
got into a territorial skirmish.
The smell of autumn was in the air
and a ponderous sky
showed how quickly things can change.
These are not the words I thought I would write down today.
One day, I may be ready to face those words,
but not today.
Today is for innocence.
Today is for the future.
Today is for the knowledge that things can change.
That things will change
and that there is hope in that change.
You are not that little boy any more, Bryce.
You have proven your strength time and again.
One more sleepless night won’t break you.
You are heading in the right direction,
though you were lost for awhile.
Call it a re-birth,
call it a baptism,
call it a come back,
you are here.
Where you belong.
And you couldn’t be anywhere else.
Just a quick reminder of our Resident Writers picnic tomorrow at 14h00 at Northernahy Gardens. It would be fab to see you all there.
In other news our very own James Turner will be performing alongside the fabulous Rebecca Maze, Morwenna Griffiths and Tim King next Sunday evening at Arrietty- Returning the Dark Stare is a thought provoking performance piece which I have already had the pleasure to see and will be seeing again on Sunday August 25th. I highly recommend it!
And in other less exciting news I will be reading some of my newest material at Taking the Mic at Exeter Phoenix this Wednesday. It would be great to have your support and a brilliant opportunity to get together and have a drink if you like- I am sure I will somehow manage to mess my lines and I will find a little easier to laugh if I am laughing with friends.
Muchos love everybody,
hope your summer is progressing nicely. If, like us, you’re already missing our fortnightly get-togethers at the Bike Shed during this ‘dark’ month of August (that’s theatre speak, luvvies, not a comment on the weather) then you may be delighted to hear that the first Resident Writers’ Summer Picnic will take place on Sunday 18th August at 2pm in Northernhay Gardens. Gather round the memorial at the crest of the hill, bring foodstuffs of your choice (to share if you like or simply for you to consume if you have special dietary requirements). Also bring writing implements because a Resident Writers event would not be the same if we didn’t do a little writing, would it? And if we could all appeal to the weather gods to ensure we have a nice day for it as Sod’s LAw generally decrees that whenever any group of people organise an outside event in the UK the rain will bucket day on said date. Let’s buck the trend by bribing Thor not to get all thunder and lightning-y on our pick-a-nick, Boo Boo.
See you soon,
Oriana & Steve
PS: No Wasps
PPS: a map can be found here https://maps.google.com/maps?oe=utf-8&ie=UTF-8&q=northernhay+gardens+exeter+map&fb=1&hq=northernhay+gardens&hnear=0x486c52c4d4498da7:0xa976e3256bdfad1e,Exeter,+Devon,+UK&cid=0,0,7894578885066634270&ei=YNv_UZyKDpG4hAf58YDYCQ&ved=0CI0BEPwSMA4
It starts with deciding who you are,
but not saying it out loud.
Then, putting one foot
in front of the other,
you will start a journey
of ten thousand steps.
depending on where you are.
And as each foot steps
in front of the other
and on again
you will take that knowledge of who you are
and you will boil it,
make it hard as stone
(and yet malleable, like iron,
for life has a funny way
of throwing you off guard).
You will know when you
have reached your journeys’ end
when you have compacted your knowledge of yourself
into a single word.
And you will shout this word,
as loud and as hard
as you can
into the wild that surrounds.
And this word
One for the road
Inducing projectile vomiting
Cold sweats and DTs
With your G&T
Drooling into the sink
The stink of sweat
And sick, spots before your eyes
Fitting in, it was always about
Fitting in your clammy skin
Angels singing in your ears
Dark demons chanting deepest fears
Sydney Barrett sings “The Octopus Rise”
Until you recover
Until you die
Ahhhh to grow up, and move on… to feel ready to walk the walk and talk the talk and experience the world with confidence and new eyes… sounds grand doesn’t it?
Oriana can you remember what it felt like to finally become an adult? Me, I’m not sure I can, in fact I am not sure I’ve reached that stage yet, but here we are, trying to write about our rites of passage.
With this message we would like to invite us to join us for an evening of writing, living and reflection, the last one before our summer break. What to expect? The possibilities are endless!
We will be meeting on Monday July 22nd at 18h00 at our usual spot at the Bike Shed Theatre, bring pen and paper and an object that tells the story of a rite of passage.
See you there,
Oriana + Steve
PS: The good people from OrganicARTS are opening their lovely farm to artists this weekend. There will be an organised walk from 10h30 to 13h00, you might even see one or two of us there. Details can be found on their website.