Thanks to everyone who contributed to the first edition of Velvet Tongue, which has received a 5 STAR review at remotegoat.co.uk:
"Fun, diverse and so sexy!"
http://www.remotegoat.co.uk/review_view.php?uid=6555
Thanks to 10 Gales, for providing a stunning physical space;for their brilliant guest readings; as well as Ant Smith, Marcus Reeves, Graham Buchan, Mel Jones, Kevin Maxwell, Alan Wolfson, Natasha Moskovici, Sophia Blackwell, Scarlet French and Mathew Stradling for their fabulous open mic performances; and, last but no least, a wonderful (packed) audience.
http://www.antsmith.net/photographs.php?page=103 (scroll down)
http://www.antsmith.net/photographs.php?page=102
and on facebook (you must log in first):
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=273340&id=571036400&fbid=10150100662231401
VELVET TONGUE POEMS:
http://www.antsmith.net/photographs.php?page=102
and on facebook (you must log in first):
http://www.facebook.com/album.php?aid=273340&id=571036400&fbid=10150100662231401
VELVET TONGUE POEMS:
I include here two pieces that were written specifically for the event. They're both entitled "Velvet Tongue" and were performed on Sunday 6th February 2011 at Ten Gales. One is a breath taking poem by one of the featured poets, Cathy Flower (pictured - below - by Lewis Horsman); the other one is a little limerick by the host, Ernesto Sarezale. Here they are:
Velvet Tongue
(by Cathy Flower)
Oh velvet tongue don’t ever leave me
Your velvet ribbon on my skin
Does such tanta-lizing things
Oops-ay… I spilt my… coff-ay
My wee favourite ever so small espresso cup
blooms a floral Cezanne mixture on the side…
Tipped it over next to me
Too close it was
Whilst you were stroking my… … …
With (pause)
Your (pause)
Velvet (pause)
Tongue! (pause)
(mellow-ecstasy) Don’t stop (pause)
(mellow-ecstasy) Don’t stop (pause)
(mood change: domineering) I will evict you
if you cease.
Your velvet tongue (pause)
is (pause)
your lease.
© Cathy Flower 2011
25th January 2011
(by Ernesto Sarezale)
I sip honey to warm up my tongue.
I use plenty because he’s well hung.
He pulls back the helmet,
it feels just like velvet,