Monk is a North Lancashire poet with no phony airs, affected graces, put on pretensions, or performary hubris prevalent
in numerous others less naturally gifted and with a less diligently
sustained poetic attainment than this truly brilliant self-trained Ban Filí faery
woman experientially versed in the apical
compositional skill of the poet, imbhas forosnai - 'prophetic illumination' - in bardic practice one of the Three Things Required of a Poet.
The Wonder Inn
is 'a creative wellness centre based in a beautiful old listed building
built in 1810 in the centre of Manchester. Our focus is to raise the
vibrations of our community and the planet through creativity and the
celebration of art.'
It begins at seven pm, and is free admittance.
And
also reading is someone I may have been in the same as and occasionally
read of as being actively reading live shortly after one stepped away
in 2008 from four years poetic pranks on Dublin's weekly live poetry and
spoken word scene: 'a scholar, ideas person and a perfectionist', whose
poems, Afric McGlinchey writes, in Cork's premier literary magazine, The Penny Dreadful; 'are exciting, daring, original and hard-earned. Moreover, they have something to say.'
We can what they say tonight from the mouth of the Irish-American Elkhart, Indiana poet KimberlyCampanello, who is ' like Billy Ramsell,
attempting something new, something challenging and inspiring and
radical, something that hasn’t been seen before in contemporary Irish
poetry'.
Joining Campanello and Monk tonight are fellow experimental poetry and literary avant-garde culture professionals, IainMorrison; and 'one of the most interesting and inspiring authors writing flashes today', a live performance spoken slam poet
Blackwell's called 'the lit scene's most chic starlet', and Manchester
Music helpfully informs the Reader that 'The detail in her observations
can turn the most mundane setting to one you want to experience ... her
style keeps listeners eagerly wanting more': Sarah-Clare Conlon.
May all our love be large and all our sorrow small.
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