Bringing My Own Bars

The other was my second or third attendance going to BYOB (Bring Your Own Bars) at Box Park Wembley. As it is Women's History Month (which I have only been made aware of for the past 3-4yrs I think), I had every intention to focus my poetry on that. More so, a young female Poet that I met last time was asking me about a particular poem of mine that I spoke of (W.O.M.A.N Means which I wrote in 2011) in regards to me feeling like I have to be more selective or restrictive about sharing certain poems due to today's social and political climate- mainly in regard to my female empowerment or womanhood poems. 

We debated about the sensitivity, moderating, knit-picking and backlash that women get in recent times, while we are up against increasing misogyny from heterosexual men, as well as the increasing political policing from homosexual men, if not the LGBTQ community in general (I see this on social media and in the news on a regular basis, as well as the odd event description to poetry events even). 

[Picture taken from Think Scotland via Google in regard to women having less freedom of speech]

Much like Comedians, I see and feel that Poets/Spoken Word Artists can no longer perform and share as freely as for example, in the pre-2010's era. However, I do also believe that some performers have gone out of their way to be disrespectful on a public platform where there is absolutely no need. With that said, to a degree I do like that some of those rude unpleasant (verbal bullies who incite harm or terror, not the mild cheeky performers) folk have been reprimanded either through the court of public opinion if not by actual authorities. However, as argued regularly among many, it has gotten out of hand. It is what it is.

The Poet I was debating with didn't quite see my point of view, and considered transgender people in particular (that she knew or knew of) to be completely nonchalant and welcoming of my womanhood poems, as in they are likely to have little to no argument. Other Poets sitting at our table joined in with opposing views. It was a respectful debate among us. For more insight the Poet that I was initially debating with wanted to hear my W.O.M.A.N Means poem that I mentioned as an example of not being willing to perform in recent times, but as I am known to not memorise my poems but to print and carry them with me if and when necessary, I did not have that one on hand at the time. 

Assuming that she was a regular at this particular event, I had it in mind to make sure to bring it with me on my next appearance. The celebratory month in question, gave a fine opportunity to just perform it altogether regardless of who felt a way as it is a respectful poem with merit, thus it could be better received (by her) audibly as opposed to just her reading it for the sake of anticipating an emotional response.

Unfortunately, the Poet that I brought that specific poem for wasn't there KMT (Kiss My Teet', not at her but at the circumstance). In any case, it still served its purpose as it both educated and entertained. Turned some people off (seemingly some of young men in the audience) at parts and turned some people on in many other parts, intellectually speaking. I could not help but notice the elevation of audience reaction when I touched on FGM. That came quite unexpected but it was a relief not to have to explain that line.

There weren't many people present on this occasion although it gets quite packed between both the Croydon and Wembley BYOB events, particularly in summertime. In any case there was just enough to get my message out, which I would have done so anyway. The audience was pleasant, mainly Poets who were just happy to perform, share their material and feed off artistic energy. I was the only one addressing IWD and Women's History Month which was interesting. The DJ was spinning a great mix of old and new hits, with an undeniable amount throwbacks from decades past that I thoroughly enjoyed. I saw many familiar faces which is nothing new but always welcomed, especially among fellow Artists. I met some spoken word upcomers who had some wonderful intriguing things to say. 

Gained new fans, new followers and a new customer of my book who in turn, their book I also now possess and have enjoyed the few poems that I have read so far (Press Play by Haroon Khan).

  

I loved it when Aman made a literary yet ironic reference to the Periodic Table, in regard to the corporate and political modern day colonialism of African minerals. It was a very smart stanza he wrote there! It was nice to meet the Self-Love Coach (Aphoenixx, clever name) who recited her inspirational poem. I think my favourite of the night was from a Poet/Actress named Jennifer Rose Welch, who shared a poem about remaining engaged in the art taking place and not just doing it for camera attention, a recording or social media value. It goes without saying that I completely relate to what she was saying, as we discussed later. Jennifer was so serious about her sentiments that she requested that no one recorded her while she performed, in order to fully get her point across. I love it!

I also liked that considering the recent controversies between Miranda Lambert last year I think, and Adele a few years prior calling out audience members with the demand that they put down their phones and enjoy their performance without the technology (which was abrupt, rude and embarrassing for paying concert goers who merely wanted to capture the moment), I appreciated Jennifer's polite way of asking. Each to their own. 

This time the BYOB team were doing video interviews with performers for their social media, which was fun. On my interview the lovely Host/Poet (Minnie) asked me about my background, my poetry in general, upcoming projects and any advice for upcoming Poets. This was a fine time to promote my exclusive Spoken Word Concert taking place in a couple months' time, which for now is GUESTLIST ONLY (send me a message or comment on this page for more info). 

I was also happy to share advice, as always, about originality and authenticity as I cannot stand and will not endorse copycats or shameless thieves who go out of their way to study and steal lyrics, entire poems or styles of other Artists! No! BE AUTHENTIC, ORIGINAL and REAL, PEOPLE!! That goes for Writers, Singers, Rappers, MC's and all FFS (I am not spelling out that last acronym as it won't be appropriate, you either get it or you don't).

Interestingly enough, that little video clip is becoming one of my most viewed videos on Instagram! I don't even like using Instagram that much (I just mention it often because I have to), and the interview was edited with not that much said really, nothing too deep. So for the life of me I can't figure out why it's so entertaining to others, especially in comparison to my other reels but ok! Thanks for the likes and all the views, much appreciated nevertheless!

Love Lauren ;-)

LK Presents Love Language & Lyrics

[THIS BLOG POST HAS BEEN ARCHIVED]

Like I said on my Insta reel, this was the best Valentine's Day ever!

I just had a random opportunity after a venue scouting visit, while en route to somewhere for my errands of the day. Due to the poetry circuit, I came across The Exhibit about a year ago and kept wanting to attend their poetry night but it never happened. Now I finally had the time and reason to at least stop by the bar/event space and check it out, I liked what I saw. Although I haven't considered doing another promotion event (least of all in England anyway) for a long time and not to do so in the near future, it just so happened that one of the lovely staff member who was giving me a tour asked what I might be using the venue for.

After telling her what I would have had in mind if there was more time; which ideally ("Shoulda, woulda, coulda") would have been to hold a Valentine's Day poetry event, she informed me that they coincidentally had availability in one of their rooms on Valentine's Day. Which was in just TWO DAYS' time, and that I could take it or leave it but it was available to me if I wanted it ASAP. 

Part of this came unexpected, but considering that my life is full of spontaneity and random things, both good and bad, I thought why not? Although the task at hand did just hit me almost out of nowhere. I feel like I should take advantage of the little time that I do have left in London to enjoy what I can, while I can. Therefore I accepted the opportune offer, which needless to say it was full of manic planning (organised but chaotic) within the next 48hrs.

Just as I experienced when I planned a random barbeque, around 20 years ago when I was a teenager living at my mum's house and sprung the idea on her for our perfect garden in the perfect summer weather at the time (England did used to have reliable summer weather, I don’t care who wants to argue as my memories say otherwise!). As last minute and unamused as she was at the idea, on that Thursday afternoon for a potential Saturday event, we ended up having a fantastic time. No short of thanks to the generosity and help from my mother and her best friend, Aunty Diane. The success of that lovely barbeque (which is still my favourite barbeque to date and I have been to many), is what encouraged me to just do this and take on the stress.

I have been through much worse and under harsher circumstances. Another example is when I was putting together an exciting poetry and live music event at the perfect venue not far off Oxford Street and the awful venue owner had some issues with people who look like me so to speak, and therefore cancelled my event because he thought the issue he had with a similar demographic the night before, he would have with me and my audience that he did not know from Adam- or Eve! Thus he cancelled my venue hire in less than 24hrs of my scheduled event. 

I was so vexed and not just because of his utter prejudice and inconsideration of how it would affect me and my business, but because he didn't even want to compensate me for the potential financial loss or actual loss up till that moment! As infuriated and robbed as I felt, I didn't want to cancel the event as it was highly promoted with a great line-up and guestlist “The show must go on!!” Which was such a headache to try and pull off since I had 14 acts and anticipated 30-50 people. No one was happy about the changes (of the seemingly perfect venue in regard to its performance set-up and location). I had to just make it happen, convince everyone to still come and immediately replace the central London venue- which I actually achieved by the way.

Of course many people could no longer attend due to the inconvenience. The guestlist reduced, many acts pulled out and I was only left with less than five attendees. I was devastated but remained professional with my head screwed on and a positive, encouraging attitude for the few that still made the effort to come out and enjoy themselves. THANK-YOU AGAIN TO THOSE OF YOU THAT CAME THAT NIGHT; TO PERFORM, TO WORK FOR ME/INFINITI PROMOTIONS, TO WATCH OR TO SIMPLY SUPPORT. I REMEMBER ALL OF YOU!

Now, all of that took everything out of me but I still didn't get one grey hair, probably had a few wrinkles and unsightly bags under eyes but no grey hairs lol. Interestingly enough, the performers that did show up to both stick to their commitment and promote themselves, they did a fantastic job and the energy was surprisingly lovely! Super supportive and positive regardless of how empty the room was. Furthermore, till this day that's some of the best photography that I've had at any event, Thanks Irina!

      

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Oh yeah my DJ (DJ D.Bo) who's been with me through the good and bad of those event/club promotion days, did his thing yet again and I remember him ending his set by playing one of my favourite throwback songs Dreamin’ by Christopher Williams (from the New Jack City soundtrack, a song hardly hear anywhere) and that got me so hyped for the after party that was about to continue on from the next Promoters who hired the venue for the rest of the night.

As there were times in the past where I have organised something for two to four months in advance, yet didn't get the results I wanted regardless of the adequate preparations, I have found that sometimes longer planning time gives too much opportunity for fuss and flops in different areas. This is not just a reference to events, I say this from experience with other little projects be it decorating/home renovations, filming, crafts or what have you. Many of which works out well when I just approach it spontaneously with a short amount of time spent on planning, fussing, indecisiveness or any external influence. So I went with my gut on this short notification to just go with it. Especially as I had the stamina to do so.

I would always have a rolodex of poetry peers and Artist friends, therefore there was no shortage of options there, but I was selective of who to invite due to the short notice, the day in question and the will to participate. This was better suited to remain exclusive as opposed to relying on public attendance (although I didn't mind walk-ins). I invited some people who may have wanted to do something different for Valentine's Day, or just wanted to see me perform as genuine fans of my poetry, if not just to come and show love for the sake of it. 

To my great surprise the people that I invited did all show up! Not all for the full duration and not all on time, but then again neither did I as I had the horror of being stuck on the tube during a fire incident between stations, which was terrifying! To my knowledge no one got hurt and I didn't see any fire or smoke, although we could smell it on the underground tube/platforms. The anxiety of danger as well as being held up and late for my own organised event, that I had to convince people to be available for- in just two days' time when they likely had plans, was absolutely menacing. That was one of the longest train/tube rides of my life!

I didn't want to upset anybody that had arrived early or punctual and may have thought to themselves "I made the effort to come here and change my plans and Lauren isn't even here!” I showed up rushing to the venue ready to set-up everything, hoping that people didn't lose too much patience. Duncan (a Poet) graciously helped me with my things, and to my extremely pleasant surprise everyone was enthusiastic and calm.

Some people were already mingling with each other, some already knew each other and some were people I hadn't seen in a few years, especially pre-COVID, so it was like a lovely reunion for some of us. There were only a handful as anticipated, but it was still nice and perfect. We were all there for the same thing, which was to enjoy ourselves, revel in poetry and have a nice Valentine's and so was had!

It was such a pleasure to see. One of my old poetry friends, David Lee Morgan, who I hadn't seen in many years and the last time that we worked together was when he performed at my last Poetic Justice event in 2013, which for the life of me I could not believe was eleven years ago now. Almost 11yrs to the month (as it was March 28th 2013 my word!). It was such a nice reunion and a beautiful long hug we gave. As we see each other on social media, we interact here and there on Facebook, it’s like that amount of time of absence hadn't really taken place. Since we weren't completely out of sight, therefore we were not completely out of mind either. Considering that David is such a powerful performer and I know his poetry relatively well, I knew I had to make him a featured act. Thus he opened the show effectively.

One of the members of the Black Heroes Foundation came with his wife. As he has heard me perform a few times at his foundation's events in the past and purchased my book at the time, it was nice to see him again and to meet his lovely spouse. Coincidentally, a long-time fan of my poetry and overall lovely person, came later on with her non-poetry inclined friend who was clearly encouraged by her to try it out lol. 

The coincidence here was infact (the word has generally transformed to US English "in fact" now) from recognising my Black Heroes Foundation friend, she informed me that they knew each other from the Black Heroes Wall of Fame musical in the 90’s which she just so happened to perform in way back when. The world is indeed small! It was nice to see them two reconnect as I had no idea of their connection, nor of her artistic past although I am not surprised. Professionally and artistically speaking, you could see that their past has alot (again formally one word according to UK English, which I have to keep annoyingly putting out as a disclaimer now) of love and respect which made me smile.

My love language is, well are I suppose as it’s plentiful, so my love languages ARE hugs, gifts and my art. My art starts with my poetry and spreads out into other things such as my crafts including my beloved Custom Poetry Greeting Cards™ of course. Being that I love to hug and have not been able to as much following the pandemic of social distancing, general paranoia on both sides, my diagnosed OCD, making my inner circle smaller as I get older and wiser, and having immigrated briefly, all of the above has significantly reduced my loving hugs. 

Therefore it was so nice to have a love filled event where I knew almost everyone and greeted them with a nice, warm and caring embrace. As I know that many other Artists share and show love through their art too, especially Poets, I found my consciously alliterated title of Lauren Kaye Presents Love Language and Lyrics (that I didn’t even get the chance to print or promote in time lol) would be very fitting, along with the day in question.

Some of the Poets knew each other which I suspected to begin with, Duncan (who helped me carry me things inside “Thank-you!”) and John sat next to each other. Lady Rhymes pleasantly surprised me with her entry, and the enthusiastic commentary from her friend was more than welcome as I love it when respectfully interactive audience members fully engage with performers.

My mother was the first to arrive and support me with her presence, mingling with guests as the “Mother of the Bride” per se until I arrived. The infectious positive vibes of Shore by the Tide, was felt with her presence just as I knew her special feature would be. We met at the Cosmic Pumpkin event last October where we both heard each other’s poetry for the first time with great admiration for one another’s performance, therefore I knew I had to share a stage with her in the future somehow and the time finally came. Of which she gave quite the spiritual and eclectic performance between her poetry and her songs with her acoustic guitar.

I was introduced to another sweet soul named Eliza, who joined the open mic alongside Duncan and John. Eliza's poetry noticeably (noticeable to me anyway) got a big applause from a “philistine” in the audience as he seemed to really yet unexpectedly appreciate the deep words she had to share. It was all a joy to see and hear.

It was just a fabulous night. The less than 48hrs of stress- more so the intensity to pull this together, was well worth-it. The event and time spent for my alternative Valentine’s Day made me very happy. There was a little bit of audible and acoustic awkwardness due to the logistics of the room and things that I would change having known better or had I arrived earlier to get a grip of XYZ, but I am grateful to have had the assistance that I did from the staff on hand who were very attentive (the young lady in particular who was working between floors that night was super accommodating. I never overlook great staff).  

For the most part everyone adored The Exhibit, found it easy to get to, enjoyed the food and drinks etc. The whole venue (several bars and rooms across separate floors) was highly active with people and events filled with lovers, singles, drinkers and “Galentine’s mates” on the night. Apparently lots of men were waiting for their partners at their tables or on the terrace with bouquets of flowers ready to hand, which is a sight I have not seen in YEARS (especially not in multiples)! I would have loved to have seen that. I don’t care who may find it corny, it is traditional, chivalrous and sweet! “Flowers ‘n’ candy” or chocolates but above all ROMANCE needs to come back in style and fashion dammit! That’s all I’m sayin’. 

   

Alas, I myself am glad to have finally experienced this place in a performing capacity, although I am unlikely to use that same room again. I would like to experiment with their other spaces in the near future, although I am still not in a hurry to go back to event planning but we’ll see. What especially pleased me other than the accessible location, was their bottled water! 

I know that most people do not give a damn, as most people prefer to drink alcohol or something more flavourful but seeing as I am a keen water drinker, thus picky about my brands (not all wine tastes the same THUS THE SAME GOES FOR WATER), it satisfied me completely when I asked for sparkling water but for some reason received a glass battle of still water, that tasted GREAT and was not a waste of a mistaken purchase! 

I had never heard of Kingsdown water before but for a bar/restaurant mineral water product (most restaurants sell crap water, regardless of how familiar or expensive the brand may be as they usually all taste like tap water or nasty arse Volvic) Kingsdown is the sh*t! Reminded me of the surprisingly good bottle I had in Namibia by a South African brand that also got me through my food poisoning between my ginger teas). If I had it in me to go into more detail via my food blog then I would but I have only just gradually gotten out of my writer's block as I keep referring to on my IG and Tweets, so this little snippet that would be appreciated by like-minds, will have to suffice. 

The food from the onsite restaurant was nice too and made for a good breakfast from my left-over takeaway box. This was just a really lovely (a repeated adjective now as is the word “pleasant” so far, I know) occasion. Myself and everyone seemed to have really enjoyed ourselves. There were good vibes and great diverse poetry all around. Love was in the air (more platonically and verbally than romantically), and I felt beautifully supported which is rare. I will forever savour the sweet moments of the past couple days that brought me here. 

   

From the last minute event opportunity offered, to the contemplation and action with immediate results, from contacting my poetry friends and building my guestlist. To the wonderfully peaceful and enjoyable Valentine's morning that I had with my fantastic music, my uplifted spirit, juicy delicious Vietnamese prawns seasoned to my perfection with its condiments and additions. The bright sky and decent weather (before the rain later lol) and nice messages. To putting my themed outfit together with my glorious gold rope platform shoes that matched the teal and gold decorated venue, as well as the occasion in question (with my teal and gold heart shaped earrings). 

Seeing the guests from my audience interact warmly with each other. Enjoying the intimacy of the art shared and appreciated among us. Hydrating tastefully from my mocktails and water served "Thank-you to those who bought me drinks by the way." Taking frustratingly blurry or dark pictures with my hard to understand new Honor (a Chinese brand that spells it in US English to be clear) mobile phone. To have come across an astonishingly sweet Taxi Driver (of a black cab) who charged me way more than their premium price, since he took the longer route KMT.

I personally think he went from "sweet to silently mean" purely because I was on the phone and not paying him much mind when he probably felt left out or ignored, especially from being bored waiting on customers in the middle of the rainy night beforehand. My sentiments are "B*tch don't kill my vibe!"

I digress, the main thing is that I got home safely, and that a pleasantly memorable, funny, entertaining, unpredictable time was had. Yes indeed! I was mash-up and exhausted by the time I got in but I went to bed smiling. My smile returned two mornings later when I eventually checked the graciously sweet messages from attendees. Honestly, the BEST Valentine's ever :-)

Go to my IG to see some video clips of the night. I apologise for some of the blurry photography in advance, since I did not hire a professional Photographer as I normally would have for a well-planned Infiniti Promotions event of mine (yes that website is still down for the time being) but they are as clear as can be.

 

MUCH LOVE,

Lauren

Stall Sighting [Archived]

And my stall returns! It has been ages since I had my products up with a stall and joined an indoor marketplace trying to attract customers to make a purchase and promote my things, which somewhat felt strange having come back into to it after so long.

I honestly have much respect for people who do this on a regular basis. I have only done it a few times and it is not my favourite thing. Although I love the idea of seeing a well presented stall or stand, particularly at high end expo's where they put in ALL the effort or "Pull out all the stops" which is an expression that'll never made sense to me. As a former media student I naturally love marketing, and as a product developer in my own right, I love the promotion and direct sales opportunities that come with it. However logistically, stall days are not ideal, especially by yourself and without a vehicle. Whereas if I had a minivan if not large car, and assistance on hand for each occasion then I would not complain.

I am just glad that I get to make more use of my roller poster that I adore. Always happy to promote my products and share my gifts (inform potential customers of what I can do for them with my art and creative writing talent where my bespoke greeting cards are concerned especially).

 

That being said, I mainly wanted to promote my greeting cards as it has been a while since my frequent orders and printing, not just because I have had other work and things to attend to, but also because of printing services. I am happy to get back into it now as they do make me happy. More so, they make my customers and their recipients SOOOO VERY HAPPY :-) 

As difficult as it was to get back into upon my return to England 2021/22, where I felt artistically inept- which was absolutely AWFUL as that's worse than a writer's block! I was artistically constipated I tell you!!! I interestingly ended up making some of the best and most expensive cards of my life! Such a proud yet exhausting time that was (July-Oct 2022 in particular).

On this occasion I was accepting an invitation from the Black 360 organisation via London Met University, to return as I performed at one of the BHM events last October. They liked what they saw and heard of me at the time (where I bombarded their student audience with a wealth of uplifting history and history in the making in regard to Black progression), thus they invited me to perform again at this following event where I was welcome to bring my products for sale. 

Last time was fun, it remains particularly memorable for three things; one for the intense debate that I had with a amiable strong-minded woman from Uganda (not photographed above), who was arguing the use of word "Black" among self-descriptions of the African diaspora, as opposed to calling ourselves "African." Of which I put forth my insightful, multi-layered, sufficient justifications and we came to a healthy, intellectual understanding with the acknowledgement of our ethnic and historical differences. One of the best debates I have ever had actually.

Two; because of the good Caribbean food that I largely missed out on due to personal inconvenience. No actually, the second memorable thing was when I was shown a great deal of appreciation for my poem from a student from Cape Verde (and as I often experience, she was shocked that I could speak some of her language- with a convincing accent) who let me know how grateful she was for my poem and how happy it made her in regard to its international references, current political figures whom she admires and some empowering things that she had not heard of before. It is always a wonderful thing to inspire and inform the youth, more so when they see the value in it. 

Thirdly, there was a highly impressionable (leaving a great impression on us) young woman who had the most attention grabbing curvy physique, who (out of love) I just had to approach after the show to both credit her and warn her as a "big sis" so to speak, of self-defence and the dangers of the world that women experience with sexual harassment, which unfortunately is encouraged by certain appearances. Like the respectful Cape Verdean student, this student took in my warm advice with kindness, appreciation and most of all, comprehension. There is a actually a series of videos that I want to do on these issues and relatively unspoken conversation but my time and patience is limited. Especially with the consideration of the likely backlash or annoyingly unhelpful (sexist and no doubt violent- sad but true) comments that are likely to follow which I don't care for, least of all in regard to SAFETY OF WOMEN....we'll see.

The point is that I had a good time then, and met nice people between the organisers and attendees. Therefore, I was looking forward to another good time despite not really having the time to spare.

This event was far more punctual and packed than the other one which I did not anticipate at all. Thus, my adapted time arrival did not meet their new early start and I could not join the open mic to perform as a result. However, I was given a squeeze of an area to set-up a stall. Funnily enough, the team were too busy to help or guide me to resources for my stall, but being the resourceful person that I am who never expects much help from others (no disrespect to anyone it's just what I have experienced many times over), I saw the round high bar table as initially desired (which wasn't even meant for us) and set-up shop not too dissimilar to my very first stall in 2014 just with without the extra dressing (table cloth and added props). WOW THAT WAS NEARLY A DECADE AGO!!

The other vendors were friendly, social and ambitious. There was a self-publishing Author opposite me, who had published children's books with a focus on empowering Black children with their own representations. Naturally there were jewellery and organic skin products on sale, which is something you see often at similar events. The same Caribbean buffet was laid directly next to my stand but of course all had sold out by then but I didn't care this time. 

 

What I loved and was equally shocked at, was when the DJ played Candy and there were actually young people in the room that knew the group dance and got down! Bear in mind that this is the same generation who largely do not know TLC, Ludcaris, Busta Rhymes and even some of Michael Jackson songs- MICHEAL! And yet some of them seem to know Cameo......WTF!? Regardless, Candy has always been a Black family event favourite and a joy to see or participate in. However, I kept my behind next to my stall monitoring my things and ready to speak to customers.

Everything was all good, until a fire alarm went off and we all had to vacate the premises. What got to me, is that as there was no smoke or fumes to been seen or smelt I suspected that it was a false alarm, which I would not have worried about had I not had to leave much of my personal items behind- at risk of theft or damage. The joke was, that this was the SECOND event that I have attended within two weeks of where the fire brigade had to come, clear the building and asses the premises while we stay out in the cold in speculation or angst. The coincidence was alarming, no pun intended.

I got some beautiful freebies from another vendor too! Like I said, I was looking forward to the same good vibes and nice people as last time and this one almost matched up. Good times.

Find more pictures on my Gram ;-)

Cosmic Pumpkin Launch

My performance game has been all the way ON! This past month, I have been edu-taining as much as booked and as much as possible in my free-time, all in the name of Black History Month (BHM). It has truly been one of the best BHM's in the last five or so years I think (with or without the lockdowns of Covid).

Closing out the month (every month is Black History Month intellectually speaking, but of course in this instance I specifically mean according to the British events calendar) with Halloween, added extra fun and a change of vibe.

Tonight I was happy to attend the pilot poetry night named Cosmic Pumpkin at Royal Society of Arts (RSA). Now I was intrigued by two things; one being that one of the organisers (Mr. Gee) is a well-seasoned Poet whom I met thirteen years ago when he performed at my former poetry and live music event Poetic Justice, and two would be the venue. As a keen Event Planner both professionally and personally, I always love to check out new event spaces and I'm glad to report that RSA did not disappoint as it was a very attractive, nice venue. Chilly but lovely from my eyes and thermal skin experience.

Seeing Mr. Gee again after all this time was ironic as I have been constantly bumping into Poets that I've met from over a decade ago, during these past couple months. Who many of which performed at my shows, and it has been wonderful to reconnect, catch-up on all our creative activities over such a wide space of time, and to hear each other's art again in this new poetic era. Wonderful indeed.

Many great poems were read and performed tonight, I particularly loved the ones about peace and finding ones faith again by Poisonous Pixie, the captivatingly personal poem by "Anarchy" (he'd get the joke), the beautifully spoken love poems by Michelle and the socially mindful, food for thought poem by Miss Cellaneous (if that's how she cleverly spells her stage name). I'm glad I spent Halloween night this way.

My poem was dedicated to Domestic Violence (DV) Awareness for everyone affected by it and those who take the reality of its effects for granted. DV Awareness is a shared month along with BHM, World Mental Health Day and Breast Cancer Awareness etc. I know the subject makes many uncomfortable however, poetry and most vulnerable artistic expression was never determinedly intended for "comfort" it was indeed for "ARTISTIC EXPRESSION" no matter how one receives it.

To my pleasant surprise, the poem was received with great welcomed attention. So much so that many of the audience members, both Poets and listeners, came up to me mostly saying "Thank you for that poem...really liked your poem....it made me think...." What I really loved was that this was the first time that quite a few men approached me about how it moved them or what they appreciated from it, by way of a direct experience perspective, newly conscious perspective, as well as what they appreciated artistically. 

It was refreshing to connect so deeply with males on this subject matter, both young and mature. In the past I have had a couple of senior men congratulate my lyricism on the subject but not necessary to address the male behaviour of the content. FYI; I know that women can be the violent partner in DV situations also. In any case BOTH PERPETRATORS ARE TO BE BLAMED, SHAMED and PUNISHED for their actions. I believe that neither should be excused for such behaviour- in any day in age.

Noticeably, there were private conversations of where my poem sparked emotion and debate, as much of my writing does however, I was not anticipating that as much on this occasion. Two women in particular were heavily debating about the message(s) and significance of the circumstances and characters mentioned within the poem. That conversation left quite the impression. A great example of conversations and different perspectives being a good thing, because that's the way we learn from each other or at least learn and observe how other people perceive things. How we can create a better understanding of one another basically.

Unfortunately and fortunately (depending on how you look at it), the descriptions of the abuse, acknowledgement of being abused, embarrassment, guilt, fears, survival, protection, confession, dysfunction, desires and denial all described within my poem...resonated with some of those people who approached me. 

One of the many things that I love about my work, my art, is that it connects with people on so many different levels. It makes people think, it enlightens people, it makes people smile, laugh, gasp, cry or get inspired. I know because audience members tell me this directly or show me this soon after, and it never gets old. Not to get all philosophical but art really has no bounds, it's a great communicator. connector so to speak, and teacher I'd say.

Naturally the title Cosmic Pumpkin would make one think that it is directly in sync with Halloween. Well according to Mr. Gee this is not so! The name came purely through his personal background in regard to his mother's cooking of Curry Pumpkin soup (Guyanese food). It just happens to be a coincidence that they launched this new potential poetry monthly event, on Halloween itself. Consequently people would automatically assume it's in celebration of the day, being associated with pumpkins and all. A common donation in later years anyway, despite that pumpkins are not quite the origins of Halloween, such as Santa Claus in a red suit vs the green suit origins of Father Christmas aka Saint Nicholas- but that's a debate for another time and on someone else's blog.

My outfit was dedicated to this supposed theme, as I wore a really cute and comfortable (rare combination lol) orange split (sides), short sleeve dress, with my orange bandana around my neck and black leggings with black over-the-knee boots, of course. To make it feel more "Halloween-ish" I wore these skull dangling earrings that I haven't worn since I threw my first Halloween rave (in 2007 oh my word!) and spikey, skull bracelet. 

I wish I had proper full length pictures to show off my outfit but as usual, no can do I'm afraid. Just know that I was going for a "Gothic Pumpkin" look as far as I was concerned. No one got it lol, except perhaps from some of the people on the train who probably thought I just liked gothic fashion and intentionally wore orange for the day in question. That's just me assuming based on some of the looks from much older, seemingly religious folk onlooking with a mix of curiosity, plus "ah I get it," plus some disapproval (regarding the devil worship assumption).

However, many people complimented the dress though. A few women at both the show and at the train station told me how much they loved the dress and the colour (the happy citrus colour is blissfully infectious I must say). It took me mentioning pumpkins, for them to get what I as going for but alas....still cute ;-)

It was a fun night. I haven't indulged in Halloween in years, not outside of themed food and food styling, purely for the sake of food photography as a Food Blogger of course. More so, all the varied poetry shared tonight was great, as was the overall event. I look forward to many more.

More pictures of the night can be seen on my Instagram page @LkReelDeevah. Like many other people I haven't logged onto Twitter much since it became "no longer Twitter" kmt.

Love Lauren

My Wordz of Whizzdom

My Poet friend Teju Chosen was having the second running of her new open mic event Wordz N Whizzdom and I came to show support. As the performer world is so small, I knew many of the other acts there which was nice.

Certain familiar faces of the night added greatly to the activities as I hadn't seen one particular female Poet, who admittedly hadn't been on the scene in ages, for the longest time. At first we didn't recognise each other but then I recognised her voice (obviously, as Poets) and realised that she performed at a couple of my events some years ago. It's amazing how these happenstances have been reoccurring all year! After picturing me with my long hair (before shaving it all off drastically but unapologetically in 2019), my face began to trigger her memory and it was all love. Thank goodness as I needed someone who was willing to take pictures of me on stage, which I hardly ever get to do lol.

The cheeky Host who goes by the character name President Obonjo, was just that, funny and facetious. We had our friendly banter as an audience member (me) to Comedian, which people seemed to enjoy, him more so. 

Interestingly, I performed my rarely heard poem Lead the Way, which although is about anyone who had the ability, the doubt, the opportunity or the force of circumstances to make them have to 'step up' and become a leader for whatever reason (based on my past experiences of being in that reoccurring position), on this occasion I dedicated this poem to brave grassroots activists, freedom fighters and African Presidents in recent years who I have admired the progressive, bold, revolutionary actions of. 

As it is still Black History Month (BHM), which many people seem to be forgetting or overlooking to my dismay, it was important to me to inform and elevate the audience with the notoriety that inspired my vocal dedication. Such as current revolutionary (regarding his assertiveness of freedom fighting) of Burkina Faso's Ibrahim Traoré. Traoré's comparable 'ahead of his time' predecessor Thomas Sankara. Rwanda's 'rise from the ashes and get things done' Paul Kagame. Ethiopia's pioneering, economy accelerating female President Sahle-Work Zewde. Along with the recently assassinated (a valid conspiracy according to the events at the time) John Magufuli of Tanzania, to spotlight a few.

 

Incase ("in case" used to be and still is in my opinion, ONE WORD), you may find some dirt on either of the above names mentioned be it true or false, past or in the future, just know that I am referring to their GOOD actions and the effective changes they have brought to the native citizens of their countries in order to actively enhance their livelihoods. My praise is comes from both research and first-hand experience  (e.g. from my temporary living in Rwanda). I have to make that disclaimer, as I hate when I praise someone who I discover to be seemingly admirable and then they let me down with a scandal or some contradictory disgrace, that is not only devastating depending how high a regard I held them in, but it's embarrassing to all that endorsed them. 

I learned a long time ago not to put any human onto too high of a pedestal however, I am also referencing my deep regret in quoting and praising certain influential people in a printed interview of mine from 2014 (which I'm sure I've mentioned before), that left me feeling utterly disgraced when some of those idiots shamed the world and their fans (including me) with their foul/criminal behaviour....alas.

Back to the main point; the dedication introduction of my poem left quite the impression on charismatic non-Politician President Obonjo, him saying so made for an artistic connection.

 

Another memorable moment of the night but my biggest highlight, was the Black History quiz. I loved that they had this, because firstly it brings out the child in me (class quizzes, competitions, prizes and what not), secondly because they brought it back to BLACK HISTORY and not just entertainment. That pleased me a great deal. As a history buff and proud afro-centric individual, I knew that I'd know most of the answers but it was fun to indulge in and watch even if I wasn't to participate. We had about five questions from the Host, where we had to write down our confirmed multiple choice answers on a piece of paper. 

In my opinion these were easy questions but I would think that as an avid reader and researcher. The general public on the other hand may not feel this way. When the Host asked who got 5/5 and I raised my hand, he had the nerve to not believe me and demanded to see my answer sheet!! Which I showed with no hesitation however, if I'd have known that it was going to be looked at then I would have written more legibly, since apparently I write like a Doctor as the stereotype of bad handwriting goes. Who cares, I WON! 

There were various little prizes given throughout the night including a keyboard vacuum, debated to be a dildo (by the Host of course) but none of my dildo's nor any on sex shop shelves (yes women do buy these things, actually it's big business for both genders truth be told) look like that funny shaped thing. A useful tool nonetheless LOL. 

My prize was newly purchased African art (a picture of a village woman's silhouette). What I loved about winning this is the irony of previously, desperately wishing that I could have purchased and transported much of the brilliant art I saw all over Rwanda. Also, that I won a prize based on merit, of history about my people. That feels good, BIG UP me! And BIG UP to the organisers for putting the games and prizes together!

 

Additionally coincidental was the repeat sighting of fellow Poet, Bruce Cadogan and Comedian Mr. Blair, who I both first met at the same event in 2014! We haven't aged much and everyone is still nice, still talented and doing what they love!

More pictures of the night can be found on my Instagram page. All these pictures were taken by Lady Rhymes, Teju Chosen and myself.

Keep learning, keep enjoying, be inspired.

Love Lauren