Wow, Heather,
I’m kicking m’sel’ for not entirely waking up and checking all my emails to date---and I’ve gone and missed your performance at Brixton Jam. My consolation prizes, tho, are gorjus: DANCE THE GUNS TO SILENNCE 100 poems for Ken Saro-Wiwa and the http://www.remembersarowiwa.com/events.htm#party.
I’ll set about rearranging plans to come to Poetry Cafe in Covent Garden 23 November for your two-woman show “Accents on words.” Yippee!
What time does “Accents on words” start and finish?
Aiming to experience the experience, my dear, with ready roses to toss onstage.
Judy
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> From: Heather Taylor <[log in to unmask]>
> Date: 2005/11/03 Thu AM 04:56:59 EST
> To: [log in to unmask]
> Subject: Re: Snapshot - confinement
>
> Thanks for that! I'll be performing at the Ken Saro-Wiwa tribute at the
> Brixton Jamm on November 10th as I am in the new poetry anthology, Dance
> the Guns to Silence: 100 Poems for Ken Saro-Wiwa. There's more info on
> http://www.remembersarowiwa.com/events.htm#party.
>
> I'm also launching a new show on November 23rd at the Poetry Cafe in
> Covent Garden. It is called Accents on words and is a two woman show
> featuring Aoife Mannix & Heather Taylor, containing a unique blend of
> poetry & music served up by two extraordinary voices. It will challenge
> emotions & help you laugh at the pain of being subsumed into so many
> different worlds at once. If anyone wants more information on the show
> or
> knows of any festivals who'd be interested in having a interesting new
> piece of poetry/ music (and a touch of theatre!), I can send it over!
>
> heather
> www.heathertaylor.co.uk
>
> > I remember this lovely from your website, you talented woman---a
> touching
> > tribute.
> >
> > Do stay a continuing presence here, Heather.
> >
> > Why can't I seem to find you in London or thereabouts? I'll be in
> Wilton
> > Wilts UK 'til 10th November.
> >
> > Most best and prolly getting better; it certainly feels that way,
> doesn't
> > it?
> >
> > Judy
> >
> >> From: Heather Taylor <[log in to unmask]>
> >> Date: 2005/11/02 Wed PM 12:09:16 EST
> >> To: [log in to unmask]
> >> Subject: Snapshot - confinement
> >>
> >> Confinement
> >>
> >> After school care turned 24 hour close watch
> >> when ER doctors prescribed a housebound state:
> >> the march of red measle ants thru checked corridors
> >> made hospital reprieves deadly for shrivelled lungs,
> >> pneumonia turning bronchioles into tiny fists.
> >>
> >> My sleep surpassed counting sheep to 5 day affairs,
> >> consciousness a parade of banana syrup,
> >> toast soldiers, my mom's open palm pounding my back,
> >> to spasms as I monkey-hung off of her knee,
> >> my head two fingers from a mixing bowl turned bucket.
> >>
> >> My mum became warden,
> >> I became ungrateful,
> >> my house became the pillow
> >> that suffocated me in the night.
> >>
> >> It isn't til now, years passed like tabloid papers,
> >> that I remember her sat days at my bed
> >> my pre-pubescent frame relearning how to breath
> >> while she willed me back to life through sleep hungry nights,
> >> her hand a light touch on my back, a salvation.
> >>
> >> Heather
> >> www.heathertaylor.co.uk
> >>
>
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