Archive of February 2009
Bubble Theatre
Today I called the organisation linked above - they are local to me so it is quite exciting, even though the next chance to join in with them is linked to term times (meaning it shall be September). They were kind enough to offer me a free ticket to their summer performance! Not sure how I shall afford it, but time to worry about that later...
I am going to add a category of drama, and the focus is intended to be towards script-writing and especially the art of the playwright (not sure if that is the "right" spelling!). Of course the content may vary from a theatre review to a link to a script I have written - we shall see what develops!
07:28 PM | 0 Comments | Tags: bubbleOde to a burglary
Come on you burglers
Come and have a go
Take every thing I own
I'm a Quaker so
that's OK....
The riches of my spirit
far outweigh your karma
if you want to hurt me
You'll have to try harder
Come on all you burglars
You got my daughter's DS
now you really shouldn't
Mess with my princess
Come on all you burglars
show me your face somehow
I may be a Quaker
But I could kill you now
All the stuff you have is tainted
You can have it all
But frightening my daughter
You really didn't oughta
That made it personal
that made me care
Makes me see your life as worthless
But I can't go there
We'll get our home back
we have our love
You have some stuff
and when you go above
You're going to fucking pay for this in ways you never could imagine you fucking bastard.
Sorry I'm a Quaker
What I meant to say
was God bless and I feel sorry for you
and listen to a voice inside next time
Just LEAVE THE DS, OK?!
06:48 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: autobiography, unemployment, parenting, Quaker, poem, kindness
Freedom Come Aa Ye
Roch the wind in the clear day's dawin
Blaws the cloods heilster-gowdie owre the bay
But there's mair nor a roch wind blawin
Thro the Great Glen o the warld the day
It's a thocht that wad gar oor rottans
Aa thae rogues that gang gallus fresh an gay
Tak the road an seek ither loanins
Wi thair ill-ploys tae sport an play
Nae mair will our bonnie callants
Merch tae war when oor braggarts crousely craw
Nor wee weans frae pitheid an clachan
Mourn the ships sailin doun the Broomielaw
Broken faimlies in lands we've hairriet
Will curse 'Scotlan the Brave' nae mair, nae mair
Black an white ane-til-ither mairriet
Mak the vile barracks o thair maisters bare
Sae come aa ye at hame wi freedom
Never heed whit the houdies croak for Doom
In yer hoos aa the bairns o Adam
Will find breid, barley-bree an paintit rooms
When Maclean meets wi's friens in Springburn
Aa thae roses an geans will turn tae blume
An the black lad frae yont Nyanga
Dings the fell gallows o the burghers doun.
Hamish Henderson - 1960
English translation
It's a rough wind in the clear day's dawning
Blows the clouds head-over-heels across the bay
But there's more than a rough wind blowing
Through the Great Glen of the world today
It's a thought that would make our rodents,
All those rogues who strut and swagger,
Take the road and seek other pastures
To carry out their wicked schemes
No more will our fine young men
March to war at the behest of jingoists and imperialists
Nor will young children from mining communities and rural hamlets
Mourn the ships sailing off down the River Clyde
Broken families in lands we've helped to oppress
Will never again have reason to curse the sound of advancing Scots
Black and white, united in friendship and marriage,
Will make the slums of the employers bare
So come all ye who love freedom
Pay no attention to the prophets of doom
In your house all the children of Adam
Will be welcomed with food, drink and clean bright accommodation
When MacLean returns to his people
All the roses and cherry trees will blossom
And the black guy from Nyanga (Cape Town, South Africa)
Will break the capitalist stranglehold on everyone's life
11:03 AM | 0 Comments | Tags: Hamish Henderson, Scotland