If you visit Mr. Philpott...

... you will find my 'Experiment in Deconstruction : Midi' alongside a poem I wrote for Peter & read at Crossing the Nine.

& a seasonal photo.

Diverse Deeds : 16th December 2009

Dear all,

My voice will be performing at Diverse Deeds, Café OTO on December 16th.

If you can go, please do.

Everyone else is going to the Veer book launch. It is really the youngsters vs the old folks :-)

Return to London

I'll be attending the final Openned tomorrow evening.

I'll be reading at December's Crossing the Line, Dec 3rd, Leather Exchange.

My voice will be erd at the second Diverse December Deeds, however I'll be back amongst the fields by then.

Summer Ball Update

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(visual representation of abandoned ball)

I haven't seen an abandoned ball for a week and a half now.

I have, however, seen brooms in strange places: a bush, the roof of a sports shed and a river bank. Hmm...

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I am reading at Crossing the Line tonight, as part of the onedit issue 13 launch. Be sure to see me flinch from lung pain - as I have been doing all week. Hurrah.

gazelle

Tonight - Skipping to an Openned, the Foundry, Old Street, Near You

Tomorrow...

+ a special un-announced guest.

Come down, it will be a gazelle of a hoot.

Summer Ball 3

In further news, I will be reading at Openned on July 2nd & at Xing the Line on July 9th.

Flux us Mr. T.

Last night I read at Roehampton's 'Put Your Words Together', a student-organised student reading. I started off with a fluxus piece:

The performer ties a long piece of string to a bottle, then places the bottle on a table and hides. After some time, the performer tugs on the string to knock the bottle of water over. Takes a bow.

I followed this with a poem taking the micky of list poems:

Things to do today

1. Finish this list poem

Then a couple of poems to celebrate Mr. T's Birthday:

Letter to Mr. T.

Dear Mr. T.
Hey, Sucka! I got no time for the jibba-jabba. I’m on a real short leash here, and I’m tired of your crazy rap. What’d you say to me paper champion? You’re washed up, finished. I’m the baddest in the world.

All the best,
Harry.

The second Mr. T. was a song, performed with help from Joe Stohlman and Adam Stone.

I finished my set with another fluxus performance:

Jack Spicer argues with a bottle of water and subsequent murder

Performer sets up The Collected Books of Jack Spicer (open) and the bottle next to each other. The performer stands to the side of the book and takes a photo of the audience and then a photo of the set up. After some time, he slams the book shut. If this doesn’t knock over the bottle, try different things.

(photos from performance)

a very blurred audience.

the set up

It was an energetic, buzz filled couple of minutes. Promptly killed by the reading of prose. Why can't people read prose with the same energy they put into reading their poems?