Friends,
I took a poem to Milan at the end of last year. And it looked like this:
I will be taking it (the ‘it’ being Body 115, an hour long, modern homage to Dante’s Divine Comedy) north to the John Cooper Studio at Theatre @ 41 in York and then west to the Acorn in Penzance. A fews days later I will be performing it at an undisclosed location. Perhaps alone. Perhaps I might tell one of you. Or all of you. I’m undecided.
I do feel like an intruder in the theatre. It’s a sacred space. And I’m not an actor. But it has got me thinking about where poetry belongs, what it’s supposed to do and how it should behave. I’ve started to rethink who it’s really for. I’ll be exploring these ideas in the form of a newsletter on the Substack platform that you’re all invited to subscribe to below. I may just add you anyway. Some of you. Or all of you. I’m undecided.
For those who’d like to see how a poem behaves inside a theatre do please join me here:
11 April, York – TICKETS
13 April, Penzance – TICKETS
15 April, Undisclosed – MORE
Notes toward beauty and the eternal on Substack – READ
A presto
Jan
JAN NOBLE 