Spoken WordThe place for various pieces of spoken word I'll post, what I'm up to in this area of my life and all the fun (and nerves!) I'm having along the way.
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Since on the old version of this blog, I hardly ever shared my writing, I figured I'd include spoken word on here now instead. These first few posts will be sharing old performances I did, or pieces I've written over the last year that I'm proud of. I'm starting this off by sharing two pieces from my first official performance in September 2018 for the British Science Festival, held in my home city that year. Though I was SO nervous about performing them, as part of my old spoken word group, the whole thing went really well. :) The theme our group went for without really discussing it too much was how science and/or technology might impact our lives in the future. My first piece I envisioned in a not too distant future. The second is one I've performed a couple of times in different places and is to my future generations. Going Forwards or Backwards? He’s so worried about his future, but plays it off as having too much to do. She’s sat in the corner drinking coffee, the only thing keeping her awake after another night of listening to her fears. It’s just another day, Another round in this game with no winners in the end. But amongst the people paying them no attention, the machine waiters are the ones that say The cup’s hot. Don’t burn yourself… That’s the only concern they’ve heard all day. Wouldn’t we rather have a smile over a frown, someone to lift us up instead of shoving us down? Kindness is an art form lost to us, drowned out by the noise. Look at what we’ve done- at what we’ve become. Because we were all once told the world would be a boring place to live if we were all the same… But we’ve still become blind to the very metallic gleam that’s just all around us. Are we now more human or robot? Your Time Capsule If you’re reading this, here it’s 2018-
All that comes from this time capsule, I give to you, it contains some memories and what I’ve built to call dreams. I’m sure where you are there’s a way to build a time machine- You’re reading this in the future, after all. But hang on a moment. I’m curious... Do you still read about the people I had to in some yellow and old history book? The revolutionaries called ‘revolutionary’ because they dared to believe in human decency, or democracy, identity, equality. Tell me no one bats an eyelid to a certain gender doing a certain job, that the government you know was the one who stopped getting it wrong. Tell me the working class actually get a say instead of being forgotten between cradle and grave. Tell me the apps didn’t get worse and that we remembered to look up and say hello, or how to have an actual chat face to face, with words- believe it or not. And if your brain behaves anything like mine, darling, know that it’s nothing to be ashamed of. But tell me you were able to get help, tell me you were believed. Please tell me ‘attention-seeking’ was not how it was perceived. Tell me actions now speak louder than mere words and there are mechanisms built to help to cope- Tell me people have stopped killing themselves because they believed they couldn’t find any hope. Did the winters stop feeling like summer and are planes still being built? Do people still travel abroad when they can just get a tan if they find space on a local beach packed to the hilt? If you look at the pictures in the top right side those are some animals I grew up knowing about- Because we were too selfish to mind otherwise, darling, do you still know of those species or did we fully kill them off one by one? I hope it’s safe for you to be out on the streets, I hope you’ll grow up going back to a simpler time, where you’ll be free to just live and be who you want, like some echo of my early life. So the time capsule you have, is right where I am back in 2018, This is what I hope for the future, something more than a crazy dream. So, darling, go ahead and build your own- Please bring it back here and tell me you’re proud to call this world a home.
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AuthorHi there. I'm English and in my 20's. Christian. INFP. Hufflepuff. Usually you can find me writing or with a book in my hand. ArchivesCategories |