I can finally say publicly, we’ve won the Oxford Samuel Beckett Theatre Trust Award, and will have a run at the Barbican’s Pit Theatre in late 2018. I’m relieved and honoured to have the financial and practical support of the Barbican going forward. It’s an incredible privilege. I want to say thank you to everyone […]
On Wednesday 8th November I read my text, ‘heart’ at Something Other‘s event at the Peckham Pelican. They’ve published the text here.
Women outside screamed and I felt dead in my head. I turned in the terrible bed, in the still night still willing sleep. Whichever way I turned I was there. Singing along to the song of thoughtless thought. Thoughts like lichen on sea-battered rock. Desperate, desolate 4am thoughts trying to force into that blank new forever […]
Here’s a piece I read when I presented Shuji Terayama’s Throw Away Your Books, Rally In The Streets at Limbo, Limbo (~26/04/2017). I would say this text is meant to be read aloud rather than on the page. In writing it I borrowed from the Heart Sutra, a Buddhist text, an online anime drawing tutorial, and […]
I’m in a pub in Worcester. Nearby, four old men. They have sex lives. Two, before the third arrives, moan of him. They talk of friends’ funerals’ like you might mention a disappointing football game. The four dress individual: one in sharp grey suit, ironed trousers with the crease, another in khaki slacks, comfort-wear then […]
The day that Trump was elected I was attending my first day at school. I was too shy to ask again and be denied a second time in front of the other children, so I kept my hand down and humiliated all over myself, humiliated onto the chair, which humiliated down onto the floor. It was warm and I almost dreamed […]
I had been writing and thinking about society, technology, cruelty, violence, injustice. Trying to be a big boy. I found myself turning 30 and wanting to think about; love, lust, friendship, affection and adventure. Perhaps as a way of coping. Perhaps as a dessert. And truly as a balm for feeling my age.The events of […]
String your harp with living laughter, let it ring, snap, be restrung again; between the strings is death always, calling your commitment.
Just got home from teaching it’s 5:48 pm and the window to my left is showing cool blue Spring light turning green and in the mid parts a big clear new sky for it is Spring, season of change and new life and always I forget the feeling fresh in my head of rising wonder the […]
A poem of mine was published in the wonderful Minor Literatures. You can read it here.