I’ve put a reading of a new short story called “Good Game” onto my Bandcamp page. There is some strong effing and jeffing so best to not listen while little uns are about. Other than that… enjoy.
I spent a day over my Christmas break playing Rush of Blood on Playstation VR. This is a complete play through of the game and it contains much swearing because it is a horror game, it is in VR and I am essentially, a child.
Enjoy. If you want to follow me on Twitch to catch future live streams then visit: http://www.twitch.tv/davethepitt
Yesterday (Saturday 7th November 2020) was another TEDxWolverhampton. TEDx is the baby sibling of the globally recognised TED talks and this was the second time my beloved city has played host. And the second time I was involved.
Last year was a whole day of talks, entertainment and a massive audience within The Light House. This year Coronavirus did it’s best to stop it happening but the team fought through it. We ended up with an online event where speakers and performers had been recorded beforehand and it was all streamed from The Arena Theatre.
Yet again, I got to entertain the audience with some poetry.
It was all a bit strange, visiting the University of Wolverhampton on a dark and cold Monday night. Me and Dr Martin Khechara locked ourselves is a massive room, I had lights and a camera or two shone in my face, and I delivered my set to… well, Dr Martin Khechara.
It’s surprisingly tough doing a set to nothing but a doctor who is focused on the cameras working. Performance poetry is as much about the audience as the performer but I got through it.
My performance got tagged onto the end of a wonderful afternoon. Every speaker (as is the standard with any TED or TEDx talk) was fascinating, knowledgeable and left you with loads to think about. For performances I was joined by Alex Vann. Alex is easily one of the most talented people around and he seems amazing at everything he can do.
Hopefully the videos of all the talks and mine and Alex’s set will be live on the TED You Tube channel soon. Now, it’s time to relax and bask for a little while in how wonderful this city is.
A few weeks ago, for one of our PASTA nights, we had a theme of Childhood. I toyed with the usual musings on my own childhood but nothing seemed right. Then, during a walk around my old home town I stumbled on a piece of graffiti which fired a memory. A couple of days later this poem had been produced. I love the title Spider Brendan because it makes no sense but hopefully has enough about it to make you want to read on. Here we go:
he spent most of the Autumn term
doodling daft faces
onto the sperm
across the pages of Biology 101.
We all did quite frankly
But his better ones
looked a bit like
on the walls all around town
he’s spraying “spider”.
Started off with crude childish lines
before the designs got tighter.
like we’re eating five gobstoppers
thanks to a library book on
New York Subway graffiti,
and some shifty spray can thievery,
his spiders became 3D.
It had quite an impact on us
when we’d reach out a hand and touch them
to find they were flat
while we’re all trying to get off
with Emma Salisbury
he’s painting a picture
of a spider catching a bumblebee
on the door of the cop shop.
Right under their CCTV.
He even drew a spider invasion
across the door of the Chief Super’s
after marking more of the town
than a pissy dog
he’s decided to hang upside down
off the overpass.
Then he’s done a spider
towering over a silhouetted city
examining the tableau
through a looking glass.
We day know about
metaphor and simile.
We knew it looked good though.
this story gets to the crazy part
because this Egg Chips and Beans Botticelli
this Council Pop Pollock
this UB40 Klee
only got an E
in GCSE Art.
(c) 2020 Dave Pitt.
Can you see the photo on the right? can you see the little painted shed? Well that was my first view of the painted shed when myself and the other Pandemonialists went to Boundary Way allotments. We’d been tasked with writing poems about an allotment. Poems… about an allotment.
Sometimes you get these commissions and think, “Can I do this?” and more importantly, “Can I do a good job at this?” When I looked down the path and saw that shed my brain immediately said, “You’ve got this Dave. No problem.”
We had a lovely few hours walking around the allotment and meeting some of the people there. In the midst of a global pandemic it was nice to make connections again.
Then we all scurried away to our own writing dens and wrote our poems. Then the amazing Rachel Gillies took them and turned them into films.
And let’s not be in any doubt the amazing job Rachel did. Her shot selection and editing are top notch and I couldn’t be happier with the results.
So without further ado, click the image below to go to Vimeo and see all three poems in their audio/visual glory.
A chat about privilege, Laurence Fox and racism. Featuring some weird cameos.
A gathering held on Wednesday 3rd June 2020 in Wolverhampton City Centre organised by Black Country Stand Up to Racism. The gathering saw people come out in solidarity for the protests around the world following the shocking murder of George Lloyd.
Just a note to say you can download an audio recording of my short story Scally Lads, Handbags and Razorblades from Bandcamp. https://davethepitt.bandcamp.com/track/scally-lads-handbags-and-razorblades
The text can also be downloaded and read on Smashwords. https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/1003607
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I can’t say fairer than that, can I?
After 5 years and 6 restarts I finally finished The Illuminatus Trilogy.
I stumbled on this gem of a website called The Library of Babel and had to make a video. I hope you enjoy it.