tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-58230483442716444602024-03-14T04:48:21.609-07:00Mab's WriteAll about the spoken and written word. By poet Mab Jones - www.mabjones.comAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.comBlogger105125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-77157487529130758822016-12-16T15:50:00.005-08:002016-12-17T03:44:03.486-08:00A Writer’s Addiction to Facebook<div style="text-align: justify;">
This year, I endeavoured to take some time away from Facebook / social media. In August, I went on a 12 day meditation retreat where mobile phones were not allowed. However, by the end of my time, I was secretly scrambling to the top of a nearby hill to catch signal, scan my phone, and scroll through, in particular, the Book of Face.</div>
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Fakebook. Face Ache. Farcebook. The Brook of Faeces. And various other names, exist for this stream of neverending comment, critique, effusion, effluence, and idiosyncratic silliness. I share, therefore I am. I like, and I consequently exist. I can connect, in that luminous abode, to up to 5000 humans, a little like Jesus Christ when he shared the fish and chips out. I mean, wine and bread. Whatever it was. And, like that gallant guy of Galilee, when I am on Facebook, scrolling through a sea of posts, I feel that I am elevated, somehow: looking ‘out’ and ‘down’ at this ocean, this crowd of human beings, able to view all of them and they, strangely, with all eyes on me…</div>
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And so, believing I am ‘seen’, if I make a post on Facebook, and no-one likes it, I feel unliked. Some of my posts get many likes (many = more than three - the ones by my mum, my cat, and me); so, following the logic through, if no-one likes one of them, I must suddenly be an outcast, and no longer in favour. I look out from my hilltop and see other people getting lots of likes… Does this mean that they are now getting all the attention and affection which, just a few clicks ago, I would have had?</div>
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It seems, sometimes, like it’s a popularity contest. Famebook. There is also the fear of missing out. This month, again, I tried to come off, but began to feel worried about what I wasn’t seeing. As a writer, I belong to some groups and pages which are useful to me. They let me know about competitions, submissions, and other literary opportunities. I came back on. There was nothing of interest on the pages I followed, but after I spent an age crawling through the feed, I saw that another writer I was friends with had ‘liked’ a post by a page I didn’t follow. The post was a call for submissions, and I had some suitable poems. I sent them off. And felt pleased, and justified, in my return to Freaklook. If I hadn’t come back, at that exact moment, I would have missed this!</div>
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As a writer, it can be hard to manage your day. ‘Routine’ is so important but, at the same time, most of us haven’t got agents, managers, social media staff, administrators, PA, marketing help, booking managers, website developers, or anyone else assisting us in our quest for, er, whatever it is we are questing for (I’d say ‘fame and glory’, but if any writer was actually looking for this over and above other considerations, rest assured, they would be doing something different). Keeping up on social media is an important thing, for me. It has gotten me things, before. It is a gateway to opportunity. It also shows the world I am alive, engaged, engaging, and that I should be considered for the festival reading, workshop, or anthology. Or as a potential girlfriend (okay, not the last one, but I may as well just put that out there…).</div>
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However, it's also one of the main sources responsible for sucking away my time and attention. I seem to spend hours and hours just crawling through the feed… As<a href="http://www.lifehack.org/233325/5-psychological-reasons-you-are-addicted-facebook-and-5-ways-break-the-habit"> this article</a> states, “ Facebook scrolling is a symptom of procrastination”. Its “infinite scroll” capitalises on our tendency to look for other things to do, away from that important book or project we should be focusing on. In which case, as writer Daniel Wallen says “it might be helpful to change your perception of Facebook. Instead of looking at it like a place to be social or kill time, frame Facebook as the enemy of your productivity and purpose. Doesn’t sound as tempting now, huh?”</div>
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Other reasons cited as possible causes of addiction to FB are: loneliness; low self-confidence; unhealthy comparison with others; impatience; and people-pleasing. So… Imagine the average writer: working alone; worrying if their new work is good enough; looking around at the success of their fellow pen monkeys; keen to finish their latest book; concerned about whether people will like it when it emerges… It’s basically a perfect match-up with the list of reasons of why people get addicted in the first place.</div>
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After offering some suggestions for overcoming addiction, Daniel Wallen writer then asks readers to please share his article. The platform he prefers is - you’ve guessed it - Facecrook! Because it’s an addiction but it’s also a very useful one...</div>
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Maybe this is the key, then: to take a look at the uses of the platform, and the time one spends on it, and weigh up the actual gain derived from that time. Sharing isn't in and of itself wrong, of course - but spending hours of your precious life staring into a screen and worrying what others think of you (isn't that what the 'likes' are all about?) seems a terrible waste.</div>
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For me, the main solution is, I think, going to be to make it harder for myself to get into my FB account. Farcebreak! This is the only way I am going to stop fiddling with the thing when I should be out getting some fresh air or chatting to live humans or stroking real, breathing mice (!) or whatever it is people do when they’re not attached to their computers…</div>
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So, that’s what I’m going to do. As soon as I’ve shared this article on my blog, and then on - oh, you know!<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-45314122288213308212014-03-22T03:43:00.000-07:002014-03-22T03:51:55.598-07:00It's a Spring Thing!<div style="text-align: left;">
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Here's a little interview that's in the Western Mail today, talking about spring and what it means to me, as well as a poem written for the piece. It's about daffodils - a supremely spring-like, and prominent poetic topic! - and is also kind of inspired by the fact that the National Botanic Garden of Wales (where I'm Resident Poet) has 30,000 of the things, 50 species in all. That's amazing! And well worth a visit to see. More on the Garden's daffodil trail <a href="http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/E-Daffodil-Trail-2014.pdf">HERE</a>, while <a href="http://www.walesonline.co.uk/lifestyle/spring-what-season-means-people-6859404">HERE</a> is the link the the article in the Western Mail.</div>
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Plus, here is my poem, which is actually (really) about not just about daffs but about the human spirit and how it overcomes obstacles in order to, quite literally, wake up, rise, and shine! It's the first time the three, very different types of poem that I write - funny ones, nature poems, and more mystically-inclined things - have all come together in a single piece. This pleases me! There is only a little touch of humour in this, but, for me, it feels like the beginning of a new way of writing, too. All three of my poet-y selves together for the first time... I'm pretty happy with it. Do let me know what you think, though, and happy reading/joyous spring to you all! x</div>
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Ascension<br /><br />From inside unlit bulbs they climb,<br />Feeling through the crumbling dark;<br />Fearless spears, insistent shoots,<br />Certain even in the dirt that there's<br />Another world, <i>up there.</i><br /><br />Eating earth with hungry roots,<br />Finding paths through stone and rock,<br />Endlessly rising, eventually emerging,<br />Green tongues poking from the ground<br />As if to say <i>I told you so.</i><br /><br />Advancing upwards, ever further,<br />Reaching for their unknown goal;<br />Finally unfurling, bursting into flower.<br />Star-like, sun-cast, their golden glory<br />Sings out: <i>even in the dark, we knew,<br /><br />That this is what we were.</i><div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-4899344363380882132014-03-16T12:34:00.002-07:002014-03-16T12:44:04.322-07:00City Stories<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5H8Hoof-sRd9yIlSbYRQ7sV5DQSXR1ia73d3g9p_cepOlr1YJ1p9HuPI_7-_JSe4pEhswPwfwfrjQnlt5-vgqBn-X16iok4OcIXJdXfurVMi5sA3TuXlsl4aNeY5j1gAtZ6EOLeoV610/s1600/city+stories.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5H8Hoof-sRd9yIlSbYRQ7sV5DQSXR1ia73d3g9p_cepOlr1YJ1p9HuPI_7-_JSe4pEhswPwfwfrjQnlt5-vgqBn-X16iok4OcIXJdXfurVMi5sA3TuXlsl4aNeY5j1gAtZ6EOLeoV610/s1600/city+stories.jpg" height="130" width="200" /></a><br />
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I'm currently taking part in the Lent Project, a group blog in which the various members document whatever-they-like over 40 days and nights. "Raw creativity" is what it's all about. I've decided to write short fictions inspired by some of the 'things' of the city (Cardiff) - statues, doorways, signposts, landmarks, ceilings, and more. The stories will be accompanied by my own photos, some of which are already shared via my Instagram account.<br />
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Anyway, please take a moment to follow the blog, which also features work by Lia Moutselou, Dan Green, John Abell, Susie Wild, Beth Greenhalgh, Sara Rees, and more. My pieces will all be titled 'City Stories' so you can find them easily. Here's the two I've written so far. Happy reading!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-51882794693930414292014-02-27T03:17:00.002-08:002014-02-27T03:20:11.270-08:00Book! Me! Book - Who?<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJOgQ5Dopm9GfgUtBz9pw3XP6cZAoZwNR_h6MjbX6swRaeBwXB-APn2fW7W8w1PiavliE0ANKFaDRxp5nXnm-0i9rWSjvB1FNincXWOVOSj0T7HIcnjKbFnB5ehDzW1jNgOFRMfFmvbA/s1600/ink.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEJOgQ5Dopm9GfgUtBz9pw3XP6cZAoZwNR_h6MjbX6swRaeBwXB-APn2fW7W8w1PiavliE0ANKFaDRxp5nXnm-0i9rWSjvB1FNincXWOVOSj0T7HIcnjKbFnB5ehDzW1jNgOFRMfFmvbA/s1600/ink.jpg" height="244" width="320" /></a><br />
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So. I am having a book out. I think I can say that? It will be out later this year. I'll let you know the publisher if they say I can! I'm only just putting a draft together now. I was sort of waiting to get a 'first thing' out there because I've been doing this for 6 years now, and knew almost from the beginning that I wasn't the poet I wanted to be yet. I wanted to wait until my poetry voice matched my internal voice a bit more - or, one of them - the one that I feel is more from my heart than any other place. I started out Doing Funny, but nearly everything I wrote back then to amuse, now I am re-reading, is also very Dark and Angry. I do sometimes make a joke onstage about 'poetry as therapy' - for plenty of us, it is! - but this is reeeeally apparent in these pieces. I mean, I *was* having actual therapy and doing a lot of work on myself at the time... The poems also seem a lot darker/angrier because they are on a page, all black and white and stark as anything, rather than me performing them with my soft voice and jokes inbetween. What to do? </div>
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I don't think I can wait for my first book to be ready in any other voice/style I use, 'Mab' is too well-known now, she has written hundreds of poems, and performed nearly 700 times, and could have sold hundreds of books too, instead of flimsy self-made chapbooks or anthologies where people often didn't buy because they didn't know the other writers... I need a product. I need somewhere for these poems to 'go'. I think - I also need to make a distinction between what Mab writes and what my other (real?) self writes. I feel like 'Mab Jones' came about at a very particular point in my life, and as a character really helped me overcome lots of personal challenges. I still want to continue with her. I won't kill her off and become all serious! It's too much fun, and Mab just loves making people laugh toooo damn much.....!</div>
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However, after a fair bit of mucking about, persona-wise, in the past couple of years, it seems I have found the self I wish to use when it comes to writing these 'other poems'. I will continue to write comic verse through Mab, but I will use my real name, Michelle Anastasia Oliver, for these. What difference does this make in practical terms? Actually, none at all. Not at this point, anyway. It just seems like, some of my newer poems are so different to these older ones, that they need to be marketed under a different name. This will be it. I already have a secret blog which this persona writes in any case... *don't bother looking, you will not find it!!*</div>
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That's all for now, anyway. Thanks for reading. And, back to the book!!<br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-76998188721219397792014-02-12T09:55:00.000-08:002014-02-12T11:29:19.121-08:00A Blog for World Poetry Writing MonthHere is a blog I wrote for WoPoWriMo, which I was invited to do by the lovely Sarah Snell-Pym. It's entitled 'Poetry and Me'... and it's about me and poetry! Click on the pic below to read it...<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-62713794806554766632014-01-27T08:15:00.000-08:002014-02-01T10:29:34.088-08:00What Shakespeare Would Be Doing If He Was Born Now<div style="text-align: justify;">
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Tomorrow, I will be going to see Jonzi D in Lyrikal Fearta, a triple bill that includes Jonzi's acclaimed solo work The Letter, which explores the responses to Jonzi being offered - and refusing - an MBE, as well as Broken Lineage, which looks at the differences between the old skool and new skool hip hop generations. Personally, I don't know very much about these two 'skools' - but, being a very lucky journo indeed, I got the chance to speak to Jonzi directly about all of this, and found him to be a very friendly and good-humoured sort, despite being super-busy, and always working and travelling, and probably always inundated with inane questions from don't-know-much-about-hip-hop journos such as myself...</div>
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Jonzi: I play 6 different characters. One of them is somebody I work with at Sadler’s Wells, and they’re giving me more of a corporate perspective on it. I speak to a local kid who lives in Bow, which is where I’m from, and the effect I have on him, regardless of whether I take it or not. I play that kid’s mum. I also play a very middle class African woman. And I play a very militant guy, called Darren. And yeah, it’s a variety of voices all sharing their opinion on me. </div>
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Jonzi: (laughs) Who says I’ll be wearing a dress! That’s a huge assumption…</div>
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Jonzi: No, I’m not naked either! My goodness. You’re obviously a blogger! (laughs) I play two women in the piece, but I’m still wearing black t-shirt and black trousers. Although the poster, which you might have seen, shows an image of me holding a cigar, wearing make-up… That was added by Photoshop. i.e. by me!</div>
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Me: Okay, cool. So, can I ask you now about the MBE thing... Recently, a lot of poets got invited to Buckingham Palace, and it seemed to me that a lot of people's masks kind of slipped because, you know, some people were invited and some people weren't... So, this kind of seems like a timely reflection of that, as a poet myself...</div>
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Jonzi: It’s interesting, because I’ve been invited to the Houses of Parliament, and no 10 Downing Street, and there’s no way I’d refuse that. That’s a brilliant chance of getting into these places of power and to talk my piece, really. I think the MBE is a very different perspective. I think to accept an MBE is also an acceptance of the legacy and the history of the British Empire. More importantly, I think it really compromises our voices as poets who want to talk about justice, you know what I mean? So, for me, it was always difficult. I knew before I was offered an MBE that I would not take an MBE.</div>
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Me: I totally agree. I think I would be the same... I'm really interested in seeing you look at all this, but I have to admit, for the other piece in the show, 'The Legacy', I'm a bit, well, ignorant. It's about the differences between the old skool and new skool in hip hop. I don't know if you can tell by my voice, but I'm a chubby Welsh woman wearing a cardigan... I don't know a lot about hip hip. Please can you tell me a bit about this?</div>
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Me: The bitterness, the different generations... It sounds very Shakespearian to me. So, can I just ask you, who your own influences are? Which musicians you like, in both the old skool and the new skool?</div>
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Jonzi: Old skool influences – I’d say <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rock_Steady_Crew" target="_blank">Rock Steady Crew</a>, as a group, are just completely amazing. I’d definitely say Melle Mel from the <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grandmaster_Flash_and_the_Furious_Five">FuriousFive</a>. <a href="http://www.krs-one.com/">KRS-one</a> from the original Boogie Down Productions, great influence politically. But also, in relation to hip hop, I don’t know, I’d put Malcolm X in there, I’d put <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Louis_Farrakhan">Louis Farrakhan</a> in there, mainly because I discovered a lot of the work of these guys through listening to rap. So there was a very strong political agenda in 87, 88, that kind of period of time. Nowadays, I’d say who influences me… Odd Future. I like <a href="http://www.oddfuture.com/">Odd Future</a>. Tyler, The Creator, Earl Sweatshirt, those guys are really cool. I also like <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madlib">Madlib</a>. And <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/MF_Doom">MF Doom</a>. Although, he’s old skool, I first heard him in 1988, as part of a group called <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/KMD">KMD,</a> he also did a track with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/3rd_Bass">3rd Bass</a>, one of the first legitimate white groups in hip hop. It’s interesting, I do struggle a bit when asked about the new skool, and I’m embarrassed to say that bitter old character that I play in Broken Lineage, there’s a part of me that relates to him.</div>
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Me: Do you know a musician called Akala? Me and the boyfriend went to see him recently... I think he's amazing.</div>
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Jonzi: Akala is amazing. He is brilliant, so clever. </div>
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Me: We are going to see the Hip Hop Shakespeare Company in the South Bank in March. Do you like them?</div>
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Jonzi: I do. I think they’re excellent. I’m hoping to work with them one day. Me and Akala met up three or four years ago, and he asked me to direct one of his pieces. Since then, he’s been working with a much better theatre director than me…! But, he was a pleasure to hang out with. He’s great.</div>
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Jonzi: Of all of the countries I’ve been to, I can’t get a visa to get into Wales (laughs)… But I smuggled myself in one day, and I went to Cardiff, to the Millennium Centre, and we did Breakin' Convention there.</div>
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Jonzi: Fave country... I’d say South Africa. The first time I went to South Africa in 1987 was a revelation. I’d say that one… I mean… I’ve just got back from Brazil, and that was huge. It was a very serious danger to South Africa being the top place, but I think, in balance, it’s South Africa still.</div>
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Jonzi: The spirit of the people, the understanding of hip hop culture, the rappers... My wife.</div>
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Jonzi: After that, I’ve got lots of development work with <a href="http://breakinconvention.com/artists/jonzi-d">Breakin' Convention</a>. We’re going to do something called Back to the Lab where we work with choreographers and bring them back to the laboratory to start exploring some stuff with a very experienced theatre maker, <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jonathan_Burrows">Jonathan Burrows</a>, then after that I’ll be going out to do the Open Arts Surgery in Toronto. Then I’ll be performing as part of the Washington DC Hip Hop Theatre Festival. Then, after that, I’m going to be going straight to the Harlem Apollo to start working with <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Soweto_Kinch">Soweto Kinch</a> and some artists from New York to develop a piece that’s going to be performed in London in 2015. Then when I get back we do Breakin' Convention the National Tour.</div>
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Jonzi: (laughs) You’re just going to have to travel a bit, love, that’s it!</div>
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Me: Ha ha! Well that's about it from me.... Last thing, I guess, is - is there anything, like, any final words, you would like to say, about hip hop theatre?</div>
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Jonzi: (pause) What I will say is that I think that hip hop theatre is what Shakespeare would be doing if he was born now.</div>
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Wow! Great final words, and great interview, I think you'll agree, and a very interesting, erudite man we have in Mr Jonzi D. You can catch his highly acclaimed Lyrikal Fearta production at Sherman Cymru tomorrow from 8pm. And I, my dearest blog buddies, will see you there x</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-20015072601835949862013-12-29T14:41:00.002-08:002013-12-30T13:53:01.014-08:00My End of Year (food) Blog<div style="text-align: justify;">
After last year's much complained-about final blog post, my <a href="http://mabjones.blogspot.co.uk/2012/12/the-year-in-shitty-pictures.html" target="_blank">Year in Shitty Pictures</a> (well, okay, one person complained - they wondered if I really did wish death upon Justin Bieber. Answer was: yes! This blog isn't a joke, y'know!)... Anyway, after last year's complaint, I have decided to end 2013 with a 'best of' rather than a poor and, I admit it, mean-spirited, piss-take, thereby focussing on the positives of the past 12 months as opposed to the negatives. The focus in this post, friends, will be on achievement, inspirational events, academic accomplishment, and intelligent political outcome. </div>
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I have, however, decided to take onboard the fact that food blogs are extreeeemely popular (more popular than poetry blogs, really) and use that little law to hopefully 'up' the pathetic number of hits I normally get on here (see that page counter to the right of this? I did that myself, I did, by clicking my blog all year instead of masturbating - that non-wank-o-meter stands as a sad testimony to my current end-of-year sexual frustrations... Inbox me, perverts, *please*.......!!) :-/</div>
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So, anyway *weird Hayley Cropper wannabe-sex face* - here is my list of best things and people of 2013, a sorta Top Ten, with a slight emphasis on grubb, nosh, chow - enjoy!<br />
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1. Best Food-Inspired Headpiece: <i>Lady Gaga (design by Weetabix)</i></div>
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2. Best Drink: <i>milk, consumed on the day of Thatcher's funeral</i></div>
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3. Most Talked-About Fruit: <i>Angelina Jolie's melons</i></div>
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4. Most Likely to Put One Off One's Food: <i>royal baby farce/face. Bleurgh!!</i></div>
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5. Dessert of the Year: <i>'just desserts' generously dished out by Saatchi to </i></div>
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6. Best Bank: <a href="http://www.theguardian.com/commentisfree/2013/dec/28/coalition-wont-face-fact-of-food-banks" target="_blank"><i>Food Bank </i></a></div>
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7. Scariest Story: <i>wine is running out! Stock up while you can! More on this story <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-24746539" target="_blank">HERE</a> :-(</i></div>
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8. Most Secret Ingredient: <i>horses, of courses!</i></div>
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9. Best Food Additive: <i>Potassium Bromate</i></div>
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10. Best YouTube clip: <i>How Animals Eat Their Food</i></div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-56276124353123262512013-11-27T04:05:00.000-08:002013-11-27T04:24:27.455-08:00Lover<div>
Here is another new poem, inspired by a recent visit to the psychiatric unit at Llandough Hospital, Cardiff.</div>
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Your mind, like blown glass,<br />
Has cracked.<br />
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They have taped up<br />
What they can. Only a few<br />
Fragments are missing.<br />
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In the tea room,<br />
An older woman in tight jeans brags about how<br />
You give her bear hugs.<br />
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In the hallway, a girl</div>
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Is pulling herself toward the door,<br />
On the floor. Ragdoll thin,<br />
Her hair streams behind her<br />
Like a wedding veil.<br />
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You are bearded. A young prince.<br />
Dandruff confettis your shoulders<br />
As you hold court.<br />
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You are popular here.<br />
It is Sunday, and I am your fifth visitor.<br />
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You tell me you love me. <br />
You want to show me your poems but<br />
They are in the older woman’s room.<br />
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I see two people I know:<br />
A sex offender I taught to write haiku.<br />
A well-to-do woman<br />
I need to invoice for work.<br />
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You put sugar in my coffee,<br />
Forgetting that I do not<br />
Take it.<br />
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You kiss me. I kiss back.<br />
I am let out and walk past traffic,<br />
Keep walking until<br />
I don’t know where I am.<br />
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You drink tea. Set up pieces<br />
On a board game<br />
You do not know how to play.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-20660035987126728832013-11-22T14:42:00.001-08:002013-11-24T10:38:37.673-08:00Bedroom Tax protest/poem<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;">
Today I took part in a protest outside the office of LibDem's Jenny Willott, after the MP decided to continue supporting the bedroom tax in the face of opposition from the people she is supposed to represent. I had been asked to write a poem about the fact that Jenny had ignored requests from concerned citizens to talk about this, instead choosing to spend time on the much-more important issue of - rubbish. Yes, that's right - apparently the black bags outside our homes, and their collection, is far more important to Jenny than the people currently losing their homes, and being dumped outside like rubbish themselves!</div>
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In the end, Jenny did not turn up to her own office, and cancelled her usual Friday surgery. With families being forced to sell furniture to pay the tax, many falling into debt, and still others facing threats of eviction (if they haven't been evicted already), it seemed both cold and cowardly for the MP not to turn up to meet us today. The police were there, as usual, and were very polite and helpful indeed - they are constituents too, after all. This bedroom tax is hitting many of us, and it's hitting hard. And how is Jenny sleeping at night? Well, apparently, very well, as it is a well-known fact that the MP bought an extremely expensive <a href="http://www.walesonline.co.uk/news/wales-news/welsh-mp-claimed-nearly-2000-2101167" target="_blank">four-poster bed on her expense account</a> - almost £1,800 of taxpayers' money in total, on the bed, mattress, matching curtains, and home delivery.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-58027570512109063892013-11-21T06:29:00.006-08:002015-03-03T15:14:03.953-08:00Mab v Scrunchies<div style="text-align: justify;">
Look. I've got nothing against Scrunchies, okay. For those of you who have seen my Facebook posts... All I am saying is that a cheapo bit of string with some tatty material wrapped round it should NOT be more popular than me. I have performed over 650 times in the past 6 years! I bring smiles and delight (and slight drunken flirtiness) wherever I go! I do charity events, I do workshops in the local community, I've worked in various schools and prisons. My whole life is dedicated to sharing and inspiring a love of the spoken and written word. What the hell did Scrunchies ever do???</div>
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As far as I can see, all they do do is wrap their smug, crap-patterned selves around people's already-dead hair strands. BIG DEAL!!! I could do that, y'know. you don't need an MA (what like I've got) for that!! Scrunchies seem a bit smug about it all, to be honest. Are their hearts really in the right place? Do they care about their local communities? Or are they just about showing off, with all their tartan and furry bits and sequins and that? All their 'look what I can do' attichood, like fat little crowns on the top of young girls' (and sometimes old ladies') heads???</div>
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Yeah, that's right. A young, half-naked girl showing off her 'bits and bobs' while wearing Scrunchies. Like a sexed-up version of the Victorian Little Match Girl, innit? What is she REALLY selling here? Eh? EH????</div>
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Anyway, I think this slightly disturbing, overly-young-girl imagery just proves what Scrunchies are really all about. So - liking their page MAKES YOU A DISGUSTING PERVERT!! Please unlike it now. Liking MY page - <a href="https://www.facebook.com/mabjones" target="_blank">HERE</a> - makes you a GOOD AND HONEST (and therefore sexually attractive) PERSON! Please like it now.</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-41317387845266627692013-11-17T05:40:00.000-08:002013-11-17T08:40:08.075-08:00Paper ManAt first, paper man,<br />
I admired your cutting edge,<br />
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Your inability to be anything more than<br />
See-through. I noticed you<br />
Folding in certain situations.<br />
I thought it was your nature.<br />
I watched you crumple,<br />
Poor screwed-up you,<br />
And I cried and cried.<br />
You had been punched, and<br />
You had been burned, and<br />
I could see so many holes.<br />
The thought of flames hurting<br />
You, hurt me even more.<br />
But then I saw you taking the match<br />
To yourself, and I did not<br />
Understand it. Tried to stop it, in fact.<br />
But you would find those matches<br />
Wherever they were hidden.<br />
I told you it was over, and you<br />
Posted yourself to me in an envelope.<br />
Love me, you’d written on the place<br />
Where your heart should have been.<br />
Hate me, was written over your pencilled cock.<br />
I crumpled you into a ball <br />
And threw you from the window, but still<br />
You returned – masquerading as a<br />
Bill, a letter, a Christmas card,<br />
An origami swan. And every time<br />
I let you in – the fire, the smoke,<br />
Filled my flat and my lungs. Licked at<br />
My heart. Paper man, I am tired of this.<br />
The water I throw just turns you to mulch,<br />
My pleas to stop are ignored. <br />
I finally see that you don’t have ears.<br />
You don’t have a heart, either.<br />
You are so thin, now, <br />
And you are just paper,<br />
But still you left me in cuts all over<br />
While I in turn have changed to other<br />
Things. Water. Wood. <br />
Finally, to stone.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-69755729307994488132013-09-23T03:43:00.001-07:002013-09-23T03:43:28.504-07:00Made in Roath - Resident Blogger<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
V excited to announce that I will be Resident Blogger for this year's Made in Roath Festival!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-14133037128052310182013-07-29T03:40:00.003-07:002013-07-29T15:05:08.779-07:00Imperial<div>
This is a new poem, a draft, not a funny one, inspired a little by thinking about the royals, because of the recent birth, and also by Wales Wildflower Day, which happened recently at the National Botanic Garden of Wales, and which I was lucky enough to attend. Who ever thought the buttercup was such a blighter? Well, it is, so here you go:</div>
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I am trying to find the beauty in you, buttercup.<br />
I am looking only at your golden heads.<br />
I am attempting to forget what the expert said:<br />
That your species is invasive.<br />
That your style is ‘creeping’.<br />
That your taste is acrid.<br />
That your sap can cause blistering.<br />
You carry your poison so prettily,<br />
You are lovely to behold, intermingled<br />
With the daisies, as if you were one of them.<br />
As if you could ever be ‘common’.<br />
You will live for a thousand years<br />
And gradually those daisies will be crowded out.<br />
You will block the light from them, put them in the shade,<br />
Steal the soil’s potassium from beneath their roots,<br />
Secrete toxic chemicals from your own that<br />
They will drink, unknowingly.<br />
Thinking that you are a friend.<br />
They will feed it to their children and their children<br />
Will become weak. You will smile as their heads grow limp,<br />
As each generation is born smaller, feebler.<br />
One day, there won’t be any births at all.<br />
And still the passersby will look at you,<br />
And marvel at your pretty golden heads,<br />
So many of them, like cups, reflecting the sunlight<br />
From above, so beautiful, full only of themselves.<br />
The soil beneath now richer than it ever was.<br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-55752677658171356082013-07-05T09:30:00.001-07:002013-08-12T06:01:43.589-07:00Super-Tired...I can't say that this poem is about me... It's about some ladies I know, though, and who I wouldn't mind being like... It's about a feeling I sometimes feel, though normally I am happy to help people out... It's also inspired by this amazeballs Superman dress that was just made for me by <a href="http://nellystreasures.com/" target="_blank">Nelly's Treasures</a>, who share the upstairs balcony space with my <a href="https://www.facebook.com/queenmabjewellery" target="_blank">Queen Mab</a> shop in <a href="https://www.facebook.com/CardiffFashionQuarter" target="_blank">Cardiff Fashion Quarter</a>... Hope you like it, anyways x<br />
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A superwoman’s super good at doing super deeds<br />
But sometimes, well, it’s super-swell<br />
To not be super, just to dwell<br />
In the ‘woman’ part of who I am and simply be<br />
This super greed can supersede the need you have for me<br />
And if I don’t I won’t be able<br />
Next time that the world’s unstable<br />
Next time there’s a perilous plot<br />
Next time some crazed soul has got<br />
The earth to ransom and near-ruin<br />
I won’t be there, I’ll be doing<br />
Other things because you didn’t let me have some rest<br />
I’m super sorry, but don’t worry, now it’s off my chest<br />
You’ll understand my needs which aren’t so super after all<br />
High flyers sometimes tire, need to stop or else they fall...<br />
So for today, I’m not that super<br />
Go away, and let that blooper<br />
That mistake, that fatal blunder<br />
Be your own, I’m all snowed under<br />
My superwoman suit has just been washed and isn’t dry, yet<br />
I’m super sick of all of this, and want to just ask why it’s<br />
Always me (or Superman),<br />
When the shit has hit the fan<br />
You call upon instead of seeing what you might do on your own?<br />
I am a super being but before, weren’t you alone?<br />
My kryptonite is every fight you don’t need me to do<br />
So, go away, because today, that super being’s YOU.</div>
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-73027430990848500992013-07-04T09:42:00.000-07:002013-07-04T09:48:46.876-07:00This Mouth Spits Ink<div style="text-align: justify;">
As some of you will know, I was plucked from poetic obscurity during my third ever gig by iconic poet Peter Finch about 5 years ago. As a result, my fourth gig was in the Welsh heat of the BBC Radio 4 National Poetry Slam, and my fifth gig live on BBC radio.</div>
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Most recently, I was startled and impressed by a young poet called Johnny Giles, who came to my attention during a spoken word event organised by Alwyn Jones in Tommy's Bar. A naturally gifted performer, Johnny is possessed of a compact, charismatic presence which captures audience attention from the very beginning to the always-too-soon end. Already writing poetry for 5 years, the transition from stage to page has been a relatively recent one, but one which has seen the young poet already win fans and the respect of his poetry peers, myself included.</div>
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As a result, I took the step of making Johnny Poet in Residence at my new Jam Bones event, Back of the Pub Poetry Club. It really is a rarity to find a poet who is both brilliant on the page <i>and</i> kick-ass on the stage, but this is one who manages it. Expect striking; stand-out simile; astoundingly original metaphor; a deeply developed sensitivity to human frailties, human cruelties; rare tenderness, quirky humour, and strong, sometimes political, passion.</div>
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Someone reminded me today about the fact that I am featured on the 'Aryan Untiy' website, in their 'Red Watch' section, for my rhyming poetical crimes against fascism. It's kind of like a 'most wanted' list; it means I am considered a danger to those delightful people we call neo-Nazis. I can't remember which poem it was, particularly, which offended them... Perhaps the one about pubic hair styles around Wales *wink*.</div>
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Anyway, before I nip to Newport to see the lovely <a href="http://www.pamayres.com/" target="_blank">Pam Ayres</a> this evening, I thought I would take the Political Compass test to see where my politics lie... Lie as in <em>sit</em>, rather than tell a porky, or lounge lazing on a chez longe of course... So, I took <a href="http://www.politicalcompass.org/index" target="_blank">this test</a>, here be the result:</div>
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Yay! I am still more left wing than the Dalai fricking Lama! This makes me happy indeed. Happy Friday, comrades!!!</div>
Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-31933709823787609792013-01-05T07:23:00.002-08:002013-01-05T07:29:31.047-08:00From Cooped Up.... to Souped Up!<div style="text-align: justify;">
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I've been ill for sooooooooooooooooooooooooo loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong - my Lord, it feels like a lifetime! I used to organise a hell of a lot of things, but at the moment I still don't feel I have what it takes to do very much... But I'd like to help make cool things happen... How, though....???!!</div>
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Ah, yes! Sunday Soup! It's a project that began in the USA a little while back... Basically, people gather together for a meal, they pay a small amount for said meal, and the monies they pay then go into funding a small creative project. People put bids in for their event/project/happening, and everyone attending votes for their fave after the meal...</div>
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What a sweet idea! If I can't actually organise something, I can at least help fund it....!</div>
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This suits me. This is what I will do, then. From cooped up to souped up in, er, well, a couple of months, really...</div>
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More details on Sunday Soup Cardiff </div>
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/447994068583743/" target="_blank">HERE.</a></div>
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More details on Sunday Soup itself </div>
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Get in touch if you'd like to help out, too! x<br />
<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-4698370299078773632012-12-31T08:57:00.003-08:002012-12-31T11:00:11.902-08:00The Year in Shitty PicturesA lot of shit happened this year... Some of the shit was too shit for me to notice, as I had some other shit going on... But here's a few of the bits what I remember.<br />
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The year began. Everyone was really happy, and started using this new word, 'Amazeballs'. Some people liked it, but some people didn't... Of all the protests this year, this one was perhaps the most fierce!<br />
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Apparently, it got put in the <a href="http://www.collinsdictionary.com/dictionary/english/amazeballs" target="_blank">Collins English Dictionary</a>, and was something to do with popcorn. Maize balls!</div>
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A social internet tendency towards these sort of pictures flew about, each one less amusing than the last:</div>
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Next up: I got a Valentine's Card! One that was entirely fitting for a classy bird such as myself...</div>
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Then, the National Botanic Garden of Wales tried to stop me writing rude poems by making me their first ever Poet in Residence. I think it worked!<br />
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There were lots of things in the news, but I was too ill/caught up in shit to take notice...<br />
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Though, I did manage to enjoy the Olympics opening ceremony. It was great to finally find out where all those NHS beds went!<br />
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There was some blah-blah-crap to do with celebrating the Queen's existence, with a lot of tax payers' money going towards appropriate signage for the event...<br />
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I was also pleased to discover that this was the year Royal Doulton commemorated the release of the topless photos of Kate Middleton, by releasing a Collector's Edition of two small jugs...<br />
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The end of the world then showed up. It threatened to out-do the Great Asteroid of 1998 with its mega-awesomeness!!<br />
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However, the year didn't come to an end, but instead came to a close in its normal manner. I got ill again, but I had learned one important lesson...<br />
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Also, that if I could have a dinner party with any three people, dead or alive, it would be Justin Bieber, Chris Brown, and Piers Morgan. <b>All dead.</b></div>
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That was my shit year in pictures! Let's hope that 2013 isn't as crap!!!!!!!!</div>
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-6835884933192153042012-12-28T03:37:00.003-08:002012-12-28T09:37:41.899-08:00No More Mrs Nice Mab!I've been ill for some time now. The most recent string of sicknesses (like dirty beads on a stinking chain - and when you look closely, you see the beads are actually throbbing glands, sweat-soaked cells, and globules of glutinous bile) has included: food poisoning; swiftly followed by yet another kidney infection; succeeded by a chest infection/flu; with conjunctivitis and an adverse reaction to some meds thrown in.<br />
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I've been lying down a lot, a bit like Katy in What Katy Did, but without ever having naughtily gone on the swing I was told not to. Generally, I am a Good Girl. I don't like to hurt people's feelings. I try to 'be nice' and pleasant and fit in with what other people want. I trained as a counsellor and I'm usually diplomatic with my words (in Real Life - which explains why On Stage I am such a madam!). However, there's nothing like a bit of enforced inertia to instill a strong sense of 'What I Want' in one.<br />
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And what I want is: excitement! Adventure! To enjoy more thrilling activities! And, to obtain a flat of my own, as per my Facebook status earlier this week:<br />
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Here be my pledge:<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">I pledge to seek the thrills, not worrying about the spills;</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">To find fun in every endeavour; to do</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">(Be it harm none... Except for the odd carpet burn, of course).</span></b></i></div>
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<i><b><span style="color: #674ea7;">I pledge to edge instead of centre;</span></b></i></div>
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May 2013 be the year!!!!! Woo!!!!! :-)<br />
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"It is a man's duty to have books. A library is not a luxury but a necessity of life" - Henry Ward Beecher<br />
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And when he (or she! Bad Henry) have finished reading the books, then there's all sorts of stuff you can do with em...<br />
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This year, there seemed to be a lot of book-related things doing the rounds on various social media. Here are a few links to them for you... Enjoy! x<br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Lisette, the bestest housemate ever! Nothing like a straight-talking Cockney wench to help you see things straight.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><a href="http://www.energymoves.co.uk/Welcome.html" target="_blank">Fiona</a>, the wise and beautiful dancing sprite, for sleep overs and advice and energising dance classes.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Kevin, who has a heart of gold, despite being a filthy, funny fucker (watch <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jaKIb4xaS7g" target="_blank">this clip</a>!).</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cheers, also, to hep-cat Nicholas and cool-cat Marsha, simply for existing; to my sister Linds and brother Mao for their timely advice; to Emma Syrup and Will Ford, for listening when I ranted on; and also to the various ladies who I bumped into when distressed, and who were very nice to me: Sheryl; Coral; Yin; and everyone else.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to all my lovely, funny Facebook friends - FB gets a bad rap, like 'it's not real life' and that, but conversing/interacting with so many sweethearts *did* help, and *does* make a happy difference to my life.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to my meditation/healing group for being like little sparks of sunshine in a dark, dark world, and for showing me where and how to find the Light in myself :-)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Apologies to all the many people I did not get back to, esp. <a href="http://www.writeoutloud.net/profiles/jackpascoe" target="_blank">Jack Pascoe</a> and Rachel Jones - I hope you will forgive me!</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to the 'friends' who got in a huff/struck out when I was feeling low, really glad you've fucked off/I've told you to fuck off/I don't see you anymore! :-)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to <a href="http://www.buzzmag.co.uk/" target="_blank">Buzz Magazine</a> for being so understanding and giving me some great opportunities this year, and to <a href="http://www.writeoutloud.net/public/index.php" target="_blank">Write Out Loud</a> (esp Greg Freeman) for allowing me to blog for them.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to <a href="http://www.chapter.org/" target="_blank">Chapter Arts Centre</a>, for hosting PechaKucha Night; and to Annie Haden at the <a href="http://dylanthomasbirthplace.com/" target="_blank">Dylan Thomas Birthplace </a>for being so kind and supportive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thank you to everyone who supported my cultural trip to Japan earlier in the year. See the full list of people who helped fund the trip <a href="http://www.mabjones.blogspot.co.uk/2012/03/crowd-fund.html" target="_blank">here</a>: but I would also like to thank those two who funded the most money (because I said I'd write a blog about you, and I havent yet): marvellous performance poet <a href="http://www.pixiesparties.org.uk/ComedyVerse/comedyverseindex.html" target="_blank">Anthony Fairweather</a> and the super-talented singer-songwriter <a href="http://www.cherylbeer.co.uk/" target="_blank">Cheryl Beer</a>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks also to Cheryl for asking me to perform at the wonderful <a href="http://www.facebook.com/groups/355243581158742/?fref=ts" target="_blank">Celtic Women</a> festival.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to Hirono Chikako of the <a href="http://cdsjapan.jimdo.com/" target="_blank">Kansai St David's Society</a> for asking me to perform at their festival in Osaka, Japan, and to photographer <a href="http://www.noir-image.com/" target="_blank">Rhys Jones</a> for recommending me.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Thanks to the <a href="http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/" target="_blank">National Botanic Garden of Wales</a> (David Hardy, in particular) for having me as their first ever Poet in Residence.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">To Steven, for driving me to the Latitude Festival; for the sweet moments; and for making me realise I prefer dogs to cats.</span></div>
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Because I am constantly having lots of poet-y adventures, and always getting caught up in the midst of multiple activities, and am a bit of social can't-believe-it's-not-butterfly with too-many-things to see/hear/do, actually settling down to <i>write</i> about these adventures is often a little bit tricky.</div>
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First up, I performed at the <a href="http://www.swindonfestivalofliterature.co.uk/" target="_blank">Swindon Festival of Literature</a> as part of a BBC Radio 4 show called <a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00ybths" target="_blank">Wondermentalis</a>t. This is described as a "comedy-infused, musically-enhanced poetry cabaret" and is presented by the very witty Mr <a href="http://www.mattharvey.co.uk/" target="_blank">Matt Harvey</a>. The music comes courtesy of the super-talented Jerri Hart, who I bumped into at the hotel we'd all been booked into just as I was leaving for the gig. The other guest this time was the incredibly clever and funny <a href="http://www.longlivealex.com/" target="_blank">Alex Horne</a>.</div>
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A short taxi trip later and we were at Swindon Arts Centre, where I met Alison (the lady who'd Arranged Everything, from train to hotel to taxis to red wine upon arrival - manythanksindeed!) and Mark, the show producer. It was also really good to catch up with my poet friend Anthony Fairweather, who I did a show with last year as part of the Exeter Fringe Festival. </div>
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Anyway, hanging out before the show was fun (except where the chaps started talking about sport) and performing, as always, was a lark. The heavy red curtains of the theatre space reminded me of one of my very first gigs at the Swansea Grand Theatre, where I'd had a strong deja vu-kinda experience being on stage with similar scarlet drapes... It was a feeling not just of I've-been-here-before, but also of belonging/being 'in the right place'. I often get this in theatre spaces, but when the red curtains are there I get it even more strongly. Maybe it's the womb-coloured comfort of the things, or maybe it's something left over from a past life... Either way, at the risk of sounding like a lascivious luvvie, one of the places I feel happiest is in the theatre. It's true, dah-ling!</div>
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I remember reading Spenser's <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Faerie_Queene" target="_blank">The Faerie Queen</a> and always wanting to be the royal mistress of my <i>own</i> garden abode. Now, that youthful dream has come true... and I have been crowned as the first ever Poet in Residence of the <a href="http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/" target="_blank">National Botanic Garden of Wales</a>!</div>
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Except sometimes, when the personal or political aspect of a subject becomes a little too meaningful. The <a href="http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/news/spiketastic/" target="_blank">poem</a> I wrote about the biggest bud in Wales, in bloom last year in the National Botanic Garden, and which led to me becoming Poet in Residence, was not just about this evil, blood-drinking killer-plant, or even how it transforms into a beautiful, nectar-offering delight when in bloom - it was more about a girl who is at first an ugly duckling, then something like a starlet... I don't think I will ever write a poem that is 'just about a flower' - though, I've got a whole year in the Garden, so, never say never!</div>
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Yes, a whole year... Of flouncing and pondering, mooching and meandering, walking and writing - and, since I am a <i>performance</i> poet, in true <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Troubadour" target="_blank">troubadour</a> spirit I will also be engaging with visitors and staff, through research, workshops, readings, and blogs/social media. Poetry isn't just about the printed page... It's been in existence before the printing press was invented! And that's something I would like to promote during my Garden time, really.</div>
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMG0Dg0zz0eicZ6KMzfK_0tkUz1oeqxFV1w-RwM6MK69t4sH3sMhyphenhyphenrWcXwM8xyv8YxJoWn4PlcpdrU28NXo9YR1CCM8Z2kkLhCXl1AuK7_up1UiOLohGzgrLjB7vAneD0R9KeoNAf6snc/s1600/baby+jennets.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em; text-align: justify;"><img border="0" height="200" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMG0Dg0zz0eicZ6KMzfK_0tkUz1oeqxFV1w-RwM6MK69t4sH3sMhyphenhyphenrWcXwM8xyv8YxJoWn4PlcpdrU28NXo9YR1CCM8Z2kkLhCXl1AuK7_up1UiOLohGzgrLjB7vAneD0R9KeoNAf6snc/s200/baby+jennets.jpg" width="150" /></a>So... A good first weekend in the Garden. I performed some poems in the Great Glasshouse, which is <i>beautiful</i>. I made some notes in the Hot House - some amazing palms, gingers, and orchids in there. AND - I got to see some some animals, including meercats, boa constrictors, and these baby jennets (pictured). Not quite the lion that the Faerie Queen is pictured with above, but - I'll get there! Maybe. Can we get some lions to <a href="http://www.gardenofwales.org.uk/visitors-info/how-to-get-here/" target="_blank">Llanarthne</a>, please?? Thanks very much!</div>
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<i>Please follow my blog, on the right hand side, to keep up with my Garden/poetry adventures! Here are some news articles about it, too:</i><br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-17782102">http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-wales-17782102</a>
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesarts/2012/04/mab_jones_poet_in_residence_national_botanic_garden_of_wales.html">http://www.bbc.co.uk/blogs/walesarts/2012/04/mab_jones_poet_in_residence_national_botanic_garden_of_wales.html</a>
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And, a radio interview! With Bethan Rhys Roberts and Oliver Hides. I am 2hrs 24mins in :-)<br />
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<a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01g80bk/Good_Morning_Wales_20_04_2012/">http://www.bbc.co.uk/iplayer/episode/b01g80bk/Good_Morning_Wales_20_04_2012/</a>
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<br /></div>Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14776803784527383633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5823048344271644460.post-25298340007178631472012-04-09T02:56:00.001-07:002012-04-09T02:59:11.397-07:00Keep Calm!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Poetry can be contemplative, meditative, calming... It can lull you, soothe you, relax and relieve... It is a wonderful sort of stress-relief. Of course, I'm not saying *my* poetry will do this, but many of the great poets will! So, in times of angst and unease... You know what to do!! (Writing poetry is tops, too) ;-)</div>
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