About three and a half years ago, when I decided to seriously take up poetry again I also decided that I would only perform on stage when asked. How so? Well, like many page poets, I (secretly) hate performing. I get incredibly anxious, I spend hours worrying about how to order my set list, I worry that my voice won’t come across, I worry something unfortunate will happen with the mic stand, I worry that I will get tounge tied, I worry I’ll be shit, I worry that I will be the worst poet reading, I worry, I worry… Yes, you get an adrenaline kick from a good performance on stage, but after doing some performance poetry years ago I realised that the adrenaline kick wasn’t enough to make it worth it, for me anyway.
So I’ve only performed when I was asked. Which means that I haven’t performed a lot. However, the fact that I will have a pamphlet published sometime in the near future by Red Squirrel Press means I will have to step up my self-publicity game. So I am performing, I even volunteered, I felt slightly enthusiastic for a whole half an hour after.
And whom would tempt me out of my performing retirement? Inky Fingers. To “celebrate” the dullest event of the year (the Royal Wedding in case you’re wondering) they are hosting a spoken word night themed To the altar! To the block! With a lot of poems on the subject of my recent separation, how could I resist? Hope to see you there. I think.