Performance. The following is (to the best of my ability) a transcript of a performance (in the Florence public house, Portsmouth, during one of their infamous “Tongues and Grooves” sessions) of a certain piece of poetry. To set the scene:“Tongues and Grooves” is a, once monthly, night of poetry and music performance, by any number of individuals who turn up on the night with something to perform.
Which myself and a couple of friends used to frequent on a fairly regular basis. At which two of us built up what I can only describe as a fairly decent reputation for performing our own poetry. So there I am, it's my turn at the mike. Picture a small hobbit like man with a hotly clutched wad of paper and a large glass of red wine. This is something I've been plotting for almost a month now. “This evening I am going to do three things!”
“The Statement is this, I Am An Ex-Beaten Husband.” I don’t say this too loudly so there is a mixture of incredulity and a small ripple of people asking me to say it again. Museum of Hoaxes. The Labyrinth. Swords,Daggers,Armor,Medieval,Renaissance Weapons. World History : HyperHistory. This Day in History.