tonight, the Betsey Trotwood, Farringdon Road

Subterranean Homesick Blues, chopped up and reinterpreted in tasty bite-sized chunks by 30 poets – or, as it is described on the official Facebook page, “The latest multi-poet event sees Dylan’s famous lyric chopped into 30 sections, each one being responded to, directly or tangentially, with a brand new poem.” Tonight only, at the ever-more-historic Betsey Trotwood pub at 56 Farringdon Road, London.

I’ve got three enigmatic lines:
Talkin that the heat put
Plants in the bed but
The phones tapped anyway

Hmm. I’ve tried to keep to the spirit of the thing, while keeping it real, talking about issues relevant to the Baroque life… you know… we can’t all be early-sixties folksinger skinny boys. Can we. No. I’m thinking I probably could be Rabbi Ginsberg at the back, there, but I promise not to strip naked and throw my knickers into the crowd. Or grow a beard.

And by the way – song lyrics are not poems! That’s why we’re writing them into poems.

Come 7.30 for 8pm sharp start.

Here’s who’s taking part:
Frank Dullaghan / Declan Ryan / Swithun Cooper / Rowyda Amin / Jon Stone / Kate Potts / David Floyd / Barbara Marsh / Katy Evans-Bush / Chris Horton / Barbara Barnes / Mark Waldron / Jack Underwood / Diana Pooley / Jackey Smith / Hannah Lowe / Simon Barraclough / Adam Steventon / Joe Duggan / Tamar Yoseloff / Sid Bose / Sarah Wishart / Roddy Lumsden / Tim Wells / Kirsten Irving / Kate Kilalea / James Brookes / Niall O’Sullivan / Valerie Josephs / Kayo Chingonyi

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