the tongue cuts deeper
The tongue cuts deeper than the knife; Blood congeals, the skin heals the razors incision is soundless and sweet. But your words are like machete’s slashing at my soul and livid scars remain long after they have healed on tissue and on bone. Author: Padraig O'Loingsigh Visit Padraig's Website - Email Padraig I'm...
The tongue cuts deeper…
The tongue cuts deeper than the knife; Blood congeals, the skin heals the razors incision is soundless and sweet. But your words are like machetes slashing at my soul and livid scars remain long after they have healed on tissue and on bone. Author: Padraig O'Loingsigh Visit Padraig's Website - Email Padraig I'm a writer,...
Micawber Street
Micawber Street The faith that the inert have in tomorrow, the hope that soothes the sorrow. And the moments lived like sentences of shame. Then take me to the wrecking yard and smash me into pieces and scatter me upon the cobbled streets. So strong boots can do the grinding, the casual refining and the dustman’s brush...
o brave new world, 297 Hoxton St, London by Retz Theatre Company
0 brave new world The Audience ques ! showtime the tempest , part 1 But first… the show we didn’t come to see… (0r an incident near pitfield st) Holy fuck! He’s carrying a wooden stake and gesticulation savagely as he runs past us, down the alley and vanishes into a maze of tower blocks. We are not queuing...
‘O brave new world’, 297 Hoxton Street,London by Retz, Theatre company
He’s carrying a wooden stake and gesticulates savagely at someone who’s chasing him. He runs past us, down the alley and vanishes into a maze of tower blocks. We, the audience, are not queuing to see this show. This piece of unexpected ‘street theatre’ is real…too real! And we are desperate not to become ‘immersed’ in it....
Of Human Jam, on the Regents Canal, by Padraig O Loingsigh
Of Human Jam, on the Regent’s Canal There’s a poem by Tomas Hardy, bout a lady and a strumpet, and her fear that in the cemetery their bones would mix indecently. “There’s not a modest maiden elf But dreads the final Trumpet, Lest half of her should rise herself, And half some local strumpet! It...
trembling
beauty is the rain falling on puddles making perfect circles at our feet timid is the mouse hiding in the kitchen whiskers twitching in the shadows soft is the dog sleeping on a cushion a patch of darkness on the bright cloth of day and happy are the children playing in...
Inclement Night by Padraig O’Loingsigh
I am a dog A wet dog in the inclement night. I am a crow A black crow in the purple storm. I am a cat A grey cat invisible in the hungry shadows. Author: Padraig O'Loingsigh Visit Padraig's Website - Email Padraig I'm a writer, actor,tour guide, producer, theatre director and photographer....
