Posts Tagged ‘Satish Kumar’

26 July

A good review…

On page nine of the July 23rd Totnes Times, the following review appeared, penned by Louise Bennett…

Turning the world back on to poetry

MATT Harvey’s Wondermentalist Cabaret became the shining jewel in the Ways With Words festival, packing the Dartington Great Hall with a 400-strong crowd of local enthusiasts and nationally-recognised literary stars.

They were all happy to participate and wonder at the snowballing success of the Totnes-born cabaret movement which is determined to turn the world back on to poetry.

Matt said: ‘People love poetry. They just need to remember why, and that is what Wondermentalist is here to do. Bringing the cabaret to Dartington and the festival was the perfect way to celebrate our love of ideas, while getting some quite big stars to take part in the Dead Poets’ Slam encouraged more people to buy tickets.’

BBC2 Earth Pilgrim Satish Kumar, along with other notable literary figures including author James Long, storyteller Clive Fairweather, and Daily Telegraph literary editor Sam Leith, took part in the Dead Poets’ Slam – each pitting dead poet against dead poet in a head-to-head of sheer literary delight.

Christopher North’s poem The Ruin won the vote of the audience, which later helped to compile a poem called Windmills – What Are You Like?

Matt provided a turn of comedic and poetic genius while Mim Darlington and Beryl the Feral added sparkle to the event.

House band Nomad Shuffle and local musician-cum-poet John Elliott added musical magic, while comedian and singer/songwriter Jerri Hart delighted and disturbed with two sets of slapstick brilliance.

The Wondermentalist Cabaret will be returning to Ways With Words next year. It can be caught before that at the Westcountry Storytelling Festival in Totnes on September 5, and at the Plymouth Treasury on October 3 – with a visit to the Royal Seven Stars Hotel in Totnes the following day.

Louise Bennett

Any similarity between Louise Bennett and our own wondermental Liv Torc is entirely coincidental…

 

15 July

Windmills at Ways With Words

The suggestion for the audience poem at yesterday’s Ways With Words Wondermentalist Cabaret came from Satish Kumar, whose suggestion of ‘windmills’ was preferred over ‘cream teas’ and ‘praying mantis’ and did seem to inspire the collective metaphor-making faculties…  Here’s the poem as it appears on a Ways With Words poster produced the following morning… 

The Wondermentalist Cabaret

Audience Participation Poem - 14 July 2008

 

Windmills… what are you like?

 

Do you mind how I wind the windmill will?

Gyratory, vibratory, mistral–seeking blades

Sentinel shifters of airy semaphore

Windmill nimbys, nimwill wind me, spin me

Whisking up clouds for a sunset soufflé

An un-winged plane, going nowhere fast, forever…

Turbine be forever mine

Swish, swoosh, swish, swooshhhhh!!!

Oh how revoltingly Dutch.

Wind mills – (on) tall hills – (are) modern ills – (with) fancy frills

Puffing, blowing, huffing, flowing

Ghostly forms, foolishly arrogant in your ridiculous white attire

Why do your wings wave like a waffle?

A pickled onion spinning with its stick

A Spiro-graph of air-borne flight, fights…

Wind grinding pepper-pot, slow sail stew

Scarecrow comedian making a point

A lighthouse on the land, warning of approaching corn

Making flour by wind power, takes about 59 minutes! Doh!

Big sails waiting for wind kiss, sky caress, open arms

Sail this steeple across swollen sodden swamps

Slender blades generating “power”, strong stems – 3 turning petals

She loves me, she loves me not, “she loves me”

Whooshing, whirling, wheeling

Web, windy, wild, westerly

Focused on flour or flux

Though the mills of god grind slowly, they grind exceedingly small

Revolving doors

A Mandala milling the wind 

Ranks of slim white sentinels saving our skins

No ill winds please, keep it sweet

The sails on the mill go round and round…

Who can mill the wind?

And, once ground, what kind of cake would it bake?

Something light and airy? Self-raising? Or f-air-y?

Windmills – do they always wind with time?

Do wind farms really make all the wind?

There once was a windmill in old Amsterdam

Where mice loved to dine on bran flakes and spam

The slow wave of the giant’s arms

Not waving, but drowning.

 

 

Written on 14 July 2008 by the audience of the Wondermentalist Cabaret as part of Ways With Words Festival of Words and Ideas: The Great Hall Dartington

Edited and created by Beryl The Feral

Brought to life by Matt Harvey