An Act of Balance

Working as a theatre practitioner on the one hand and a poet on the other requires a degree of calculation. At times I find myself doing more theatre work and suffocating the poet inside me. As a result words and images belonging to the poetry faculty flood my theatre thoughts. It forces me to dust the signs inside so that words do not trespass and cross into other faculty.

I don't think I make sense.

But it is fine.

Words...: Not Approved

Words...: Not Approved: I am not alive to be approved by you Neither am I here to be told to go there The poems I write are not meant to please anybody Your applaus...