‘nothing is supernatural when your mind is yours,’ as Stephanie informs her audience: ‘the light and dark do dance in equal measure.
Stephanie Finegan Performing - Rest Assured
Here some Links to Staphanie's music:
Part 2 - Dutch Bedroom Session: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iy3uCtgFqQI
Queen of the Overkill: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7x5VIioeNt8
Flesh Bends Stone: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W-xipNVy7Xc
Esse Est Percipi: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vUWmn7niyqU
MyInner Synth by Stephanie Finegan, Dj FrikK of RatNFrikK&Jimi Voltagio: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_b_LDxFyq2w
Chinwag Open Mic. 18th June, 2014 - Aberystwyth Arts Centre - my reflections on a winderful evening:
Eileen wrote a memorable poem called Belfast Swan – what can I can say? Profound, mesmerizing and beautiful, this poem had a wonderful metrical structure, as Eileen says:
‘the wish for peace is stronger than hatred's awakening.’
Old time Chinwager, Mary Jacob found herself twisting her words into ‘crab nets.’ She also presented our audience with a translation from the Chinese: Sunday’s Key.
Word Distillery poet Allan read his poem, Best Foot forward. This work drew on the memory of rabbits - using that image as a central metaphor for attraction. Allan recalls:
Maybe in this bitter dusk
there is a hint of their love
which never died.
With an air of melancholy the narrator remembers the characters in his poem: ‘while they made picnics and grew old.’
As always, Allan is a real pro when it comes to performing. He read his poetry with an air of eloquence and the natural flare of a true poet.
Word Distillery poet Tina, read three poems about relationships. What I love about Tina’s poetry is that she deals with the profoundly painful side of romantic relationships, which such honesty, precision of imagery and accuracy of emotion that’s it’s hard to fault her.
Daniel read a poem marking the passage of time. With a sentimental touch he reflects on the impermanent nature of life - the narrator notes with an air of nostalgia that both he and the focal character are: ‘younger than we’d ever be again.’
Roy rang his wine glass and recited a monologue. Performing with his usual flair for words we were lost in: ‘moments within that cat whiskers of time.’ As the master bard himself said: ‘life is precious amongst the dead leafs.’
Last but not least, Georgie read his wonderful sonnets, which translated the Songs of Solomon into a sublime mix of poetry, musicality and voice.