Lucky we didn’t say anything about the Runcible Knife

It’s May. Two events coming up… and a bit more publication news.

First up: next Sunday, I’m doing another Zoom feature in Runcible Spoon, based in Leeds, England. This is my second Runcible gig in less than five months – they must like me or something.

The other feature will be my Australian Zoom buddy Skylar J. Wynter, who has been very busy over the last year. Her recent book Pieces of Humanity was included in gift bags for Academy Award nominees, which makes her, if not famous, at least famous-adjacent.
The night (afternoon here) will be hosted by American expat Kathleen Strafford, and there will be an open mic, so tune in and bring something of yours to read or perform. Another truly international poetry event.

Also, another Ad Lib night happening later in the month. I promote this monthly event as a gig, even though it’s really more of a glorified open-mic night these days… anyway, bring something to share for a supportive group.

More info and stuff on the side. If there’s no Zoom link yet, be patient.

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Also: the Italian arts website The Dreaming Machine recently published my poem “If It Happened Now”. Here’s the linky link.

I initially worried that this poem was going to offend and anger people. I was expecting reactions like, “How dare you suggest cancel culture might exist!” or “How dare you take a swipe at the #MeToo movement!” or “How dare you make fun of Saint Ronan Farrow! And his brave sister, God bless her!”
Instead, people seem to like the poem. And the few who don’t are more like, “Oh come on, you’re just trying too hard again, stupid. More of your dumb hacky stand-up clichés,” followed by bored yawns and snorts.

But that’s the weird thing about offence, isn’t it?
I have a long history of offending and angering people, with my spoken word and social-media posts, and ninety-nine percent of the time, it’s not on purpose. It’s when I think I’m going to offend people that nothing happens, or I get bored reactions like the one above. But then, people – sometimes even the same people – will completely freak out and tell me I’m single-handedly destroying society because of one throwaway line that I didn’t think about, that it never even occurred to me would be offensive. That’s what happened with “A Love Letter”, of course, and with a few other pieces. It’s a constant learning experience. You can never predict what will trigger people, or what won’t.

Anyway. Who cares? It’s just art.
Like this:

Good day.