A Great Start to 2019

From Left: Jamie Thrasivoulou (AKA: Moody Me), Jonah Corren, Chloe Bettles, Hannah Ledlie, & Memory Bhunu- AKA Team BRUM: UNISLAM 2019 Winners

Ayup mi ducks and happy new year to thee!

I’m thrilled to report that the year has started in style as my ace University slam poetry team-mates and I, managed to finish FIRST PLACE in the 2019 UNISLAM finals. We saw off another 24 universities in what was a completely enjoyable and gruelling experience in equal measure. The standard of poetry was second-to-none and I firstly want to give a huge shoutout to our fellow finalists: Strathclyde, Durham, and Leeds Universities who finished 2nd, 3rd, and 4th respectively. Also a massive shoutout to all the other teams involved with particular mentions to: Leeds Becket, UEA, Derby (of course), Leicester DMU, Loughborough, Bath Spa and Sheffield, whom we all particularly bonded with over the weekend. Massive hats off to Toby Campion and his team of willing volunteers, judges, and hosts who truly made it a great event. The picture above is taken from the Grand Finals at the Old Rep Theatre in Birmingham, prior to our victory; hence my moody expression. Look out for us as we’ll be back performing at the Old Rep Theatre on Saturday 16th Feb, as well as the Hammer & Tongues final @ The Royal Albert Hall next year!

In other news I’ve been back at work at HMP Foston Hall and I’m happy to say we have some new group members who’ve been a pleasure to work with. Their poetry never ceases to amaze me and I look forward to more slick bars being presented. I’m also happy to announce that my next book and show Our Man is still on course for a July release via the wonderful people at Burning Eye Books I’m very proud of this one, expect a plethora of live dates around its release (more about this in due course). For now though I’m happy to confirm dates at The Chesterfields Labour Club on March 2nd and also cracking the seal on The Cheltenham Poetry Festival on April 25th! (see live page for details). There’s also some videos from my Pride Park performance back in December, which are linked underneath the picture below! I’ll also add them to the videos section! There’ll be a new studio version of We Are Derby along shortly with a stinking new video. I’ve not forgotten you Rams fans. Expect to hear my gob on Radio Derby’s Sportscene in the not-so-distant future as well! There’s also a nice review of my 2017 debut poetry collection The Best Of A Bad Situation from Write Out Loud head over to the review section to see that.

Link to WE ARE DERBY video below:

https://youtu.be/cq2dptV9Jso


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A great way to end the year!

So on Monday 17th December I was invited by Derby County FC to recite my poem ‘We Are Derby’ live at Pride Park Stadium for the East Midlands Derby between Derby County & Nottingham Forest. Here’s a photo of me sound-checking the Friday before.

I’m happy to say I survived the onslaught of the Forest fans & smashed the poem out word-for-word. To perform to that many people provided a ridiculous buzz & I can’t thank the Rams fans enough for the gratitude they’ve shown for the poem. There’s a video of me performing it on the pitch at the game to follow so keep your eyes peeled for that. I also have reason to believe that this makes me the first ever poet to read at an East Midlands Derby, as well as many other possible claims to accolade! I’ve begun my investigations so I’ll keep you updated as to when my notoriety is confirmed 😉

I’m also happy to announce that my first date of 2019 is an opening for the exhibition of J. A. Mortram’s Small-Town-Inertia exhibition @The Fantastic Side Gallery in Newcastle.

In other news: I’m happy to say that I’ll be teaming up with a load more great artists for the second phase of the Ace-funded Travelling band project; ‘Constellations’ will start in 2019 so keep your eyes peeled for that.

As I undertake the final year of my MA studies, I’ll also be performing as part of the University of Birmingham Slam poetry team in the Unislam finals in February.

More announcements to follow but until then enjoy the festive season.


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Belated Happy New Year!!!

Ayup people,

I’ve been mostly writing new material, working on a novel, doing my MA, teaching workshops and also being a Dad so I’ve not been giving much love to the live circuit. However we had our first Word Wise of the year last Friday which was ace. It was a pleasure to bring JB Barrington and Jim Higo to the city to perform for the first time; big thanks to all of you who attended! February’s Word Wise will see Mark ‘Mace’ Smith and Alice Short. It will take place on the last Saturday (24th February) instead of the last Friday!

In terms of my own live shows;  I’m very happy to be appearing at the amazing Verve Poetry Festival at Waterstones in Birmingham on the 18th February alongside my poetry fam-a-lam Salena Godden, Matt Abbott and Maria Ferguson. I’ll also have some bits coming up towards the summer that I’ll announce in due course.

The first print-run of my collection The Best Of A Bad Situation SOLD OUT!!! So Silhouette Press have sent off for the second edition. You can buy it here:

The Best of a Bad Situation – by Jamie Thrasivoulou

For me 2018 is all about pushing myself as a writer and working on as many projects as possible.

I’m really excited to be a part of Bloque Capitals and we’ll be dropping a new tune very soon with a video etc. I’m working on 3 separate poetry collections, as well as the novel, and also a collaborative piece with the excellent Matthew Clegg. I’ve been made an ambassador of the charity POETS IN who work to deliver Creative Writing Workshops in Prisons and rehabilitation centres. I’m also the lead writer and Spoken Word artist on the Man-Up project working for the excellent RESTOKE. I’m also getting more and more work in terms of the education stuff so as you can see I’ve got my hands full.

I’m gonna make a concerted effort to blog a little bit more but don’t hold it against me if I don’t achieve this!

Until next time.

J

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July update

Ayup mi ducks,

It’s all been a bit hectic here (in a good way). Had a brilliant night performing for the first time at ‘Unity Words’ in Wakefield. Was great to see Maria Ferguson for the first time, she’s an ace poet, so if you haven’t checked her out yet then do it!! Also enjoyed plenty of other great shows throughout June including my hometown launch of my book which I’m pleased to say was a rowdy and rammed event!!

At the start of June I appeared on BBC Radio 5 Live talking about the General election as well as doing an interview with the Derby Telegraph: http://www.derbytelegraph.co.uk/how-university-of-derby-helped-me-turned-my-back-on-drugs-drink-and-prison/story-30406262-detail/story.html

I also did an interview with Sally pepper for BBC Radio Derby, my interview is 1 hour and 15 minutes into the broadcast listen here: http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/p055nktk?p_f_added=urn%3Abbc%3Aradio%3Aprogramme%3Ap055nktk%3Atitle%3DSally%2520Pepper%252C%252004%252F07%252F2017

In terms of the education stuff I’ve just started doing the summer course along with my good buddy Rhythmical Mike for Derby County Community Trust and NCS. I also held some brilliant workshops with the year 9’s from Noel Baker Academy as well as doing a motivational Speech for ex-offenders with the fantastic High-5 Recruitment. Plenty more work lined-up and some exciting times ahead. Get in touch if you need any creative workshops running.

I have some great gigs coming up this month including a headline slot @Word Life in Sheffield, Check the live section for more information. The awesome Raymond Antrobus also visits Word Wise in Derby this month along with Antony R. Owen and many other great poets.

Finally there’s a couple of nice new reviews of my collection ‘The Best Of A Bad Situation’ from the lovely people at ‘The Morning Star’ and ‘The Triumph of Now’ Head over to the reviews section to see more!

http://www.morningstaronline.co.uk/a-86c1-Thrasivoulou-makes-a-bad-situation-so-much-better#.WWSm5MaZOCV

I also got commissioned to write a piece for the heritage Lottery funded THI (Townscape heritage initiative) in the Green Lane area of Derby. You can view the video here:

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Pre-order: The Best Of A Bad Situation

You can now pre-order my book which will be out very soon:

Hit this link:

The Best of a Bad Situation – by Jamie Thrasivoulou

There’s also a London performance to celebrate the release on June 5th, More info here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/236785686726549/

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Leftlion Review

Ayup me ducks,

March has been very kind to yours truly. I did a feature slot at the awesome ‘Howl’ in Moseley, Birmingham & also did a feature set at The Hand-Job-Zine Anthology launch. There’s a review of the event below by the one & only Leftlion of Nottingham which is rather complimentary yours truly, give it a gander:

https://www.leftlion.co.uk/read/hand-job-zine-launch-at-the-chameleon

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Gigs galore & Residency

A-up mi ducks,

It’s been a very busy time: I’ve countless readings/performances coming up so head over to the live/readings page to find out when and where!

I’ve also secured a position as the shadow-writer-in-residence for the Writing East Midlands:Write here-Sanctuary Project. This is a project aiming to support refugees and Asylum seekers in the facilitation of their own stories written in English. I’m ultra-mega-proper happy to be involved in such a wonderful venture and I’m looking forward to doing my bit to make refugees welcome here in Derby!

I also have some other amazing news but I’m not allowed to tell you that yet….

In the meantime check this, buy tickets and come!

https://www.facebook.com/events/275324729502452/

Also I’m performing at this

https://www.facebook.com/events/1629371534042050/

And this:

 

 

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Gig + Publication

Firstly a massive shout-out to Burning House Press for publishing a couple of my poems, 1 x really old + 1 x really new= massively honoured!

Check them out here:

https://burninghousepress.com/2016/07/24/2-poems-by-jamie-thrasivoulou/

 

Secondly Me and the excellent Benjamin Knight will be performing at a nigh of spoken word + poetry at the Maypole cafe, Derby on Sunday 31st July: There’s also some open mic slots available so get down for what promises to be a lively and entertaining evening. Check out the Event here:

https://www.facebook.com/events/116679705436204/

Get down, say hello,

until then ta-tar

J x

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Bleak, blank, black and white dots

 

Originally Published In CITY-ZINE: Issue 14, July 2011

 

Bleak, blank, black and white dots

 

Today; let’s paint a picture, nothing perfect, but something truly unrepresentative of the truth; Part-scandal/part-fact/part-fiction

The F.B.I decides to take a grassroots approach in a bid to locate and capture an 81-year-old Mafioso member…he’s evaded you long enough let him die running…milk carton advertisements are so last decade.

Will Cheryl and Ashley’s marriage work itself out? Who gives a shit?

There’s loadsa bee’s swarming down Regent Street; a real dilemma for the rich businessmen and their suit-tailoring monopolies; nature has them down on all fours licking the pavement for remnants of honey to soothe them for their loss of money.

Reasonable force can now be used to protect your own property! About time you daft twats- Not that I’d need permission to batter a thief for breaking into my yard; I always use the powers of the force in a reasonable manner… Like Yoda on steroids recovering from extreme- post-gangrene-treatment…you’d have thought Lucas would have sorted it out for him- but no poor old master had to wait for Obama’s health-bill to go through; it looks like he’s gonna be waiting a while for that last medical appointment and that prescription of skin-ointment; Oh to be a pretty boy like Beckham or Depp; unfortunately I left my skin products in safeway on the counter, when I suddenly came to my senses and realized I was a bloke.

Dictate not truths and burn the Thesaurus; one word is enough for any; simplify the linguistic code and replicate our tabloids; simple, short, concise words like; sun, star, and mail…not to mention pretty visions like the times and mirror, mirror on the floor smashed into a thousand pieces.

The shards of a nation fighting not to be Britain…At least we might do well at the footy in the Olympics if Gareth Bale’s on our side….but oh no, what’s this more deceit and lies- The egg firmly on Derby’s face…just what we needed! More bastard redundancies- the perfect accompaniment for a city on its death bed…A city that could be anywhere in the U.K….It’s all just as grim North of London!

Make squatting illegal and carrying a knife ok…as long as you don’t threaten anyone with it.

Teenage Hacker arrested in Essex…clever bastard…smashing geographical stereotypes.

Review the culling of badgers…rate it on a scale of one to five….Stars; just like our government celebrities from the commons,  live, on BBC parliament- Big Brother house to the politicians…Oh how they wish they were Lords…all in good time…failing to heed to warnings from unions….everyone will strike unprecedentedly for their pensions…you aint seen nothing yet Cameron…you and your mate Kenneth are gonna tackle drug addiction in prisons…but we have to ask ourselves a serious question in relation to this grotesque task- is there any gold at the end of the rainbow or is that just a fantasy…hmm the similarities are uncanny…never mind prison what about our other institutions…namely our places of education…nine mistakes on GCSE and A-level papers! Who the fuck is setting the questions? Educational ministerial monkeys…more vigilance required…stop this lingual halitosis and hire someone else to do the job properly…Life in Syria lived in weekly protest; men women and children shot dead in the name of democracy by the orders of hypocrisy…

Greeks contest in Athens-Austerity measures needed; everything is needed…we need to follow America -we can do it best through media; with televised party-debates to fool the nation Clegg’s great. But now we see the true picture and it’s bleak…black and white fuzzy dots just like when the signals lost. Hopeless but not defeated; in dire need of fine-tuning;

And so I wait for the day, when the cats at the top are in tune with us rats at the bottom…but we all know that aint never gonna happen.

 

 

Copyright © J. Thrasivoulou 2012, steal it and bear the ramifications of your actions.

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I don’t know but he does

 

Originally Published in CITY-ZINE: Issue 10, November, 2010

 

I don’t know but he does

Stewart was pacing about, looking anxious. He was waltzing around his living-room in a furious kind of dance. There was no music on. No television either, what was he doing? Was he repeating tribal rhythms in his head? Was his mind simply in another, far-out, more rhythmic kind of place?

I don’t know, but he did, sort of.

-Ware tha fuck avva putit?

I gesture at the cat for some kind of answer…

The first sign of madness is…talking to animals, asking them for answers to questions…Just tell that to the dog whisperer.

-What the fuckin’ el avva dun wivvit? I adit a minit-ago.

I’m just walking around like a complete and utter twat; looking for it. For what you ask, my marbles?

NO

Not quite, I never had them to lose, none of us did. Its water, that’s what I’m looking for. A bottle of; fresh from the fridge, I took it out but five minutes ago. But I can’t think where it is. Where have I put it? The thing with me is; there’s a talking me, and there’s a thinking me. But we’re both different. We aren’t at all the same, in any way shape or form, we are opposite. But we are one; we will always be one, but the water man the fucking water. Why the fuck are you looking in the fruit-bowl? Does it resemble ones thoughts? My thoughts, they aren’t yours no more sunny Jim, you’re a few apples, Sh-short of an orchard my boy, better call FRANK.

-FUCK FRANK, FUCK- HIM, FUCK- HIM, FUCK-HIM AND EVERY FUCKING BODY YOU BASTARD WHERE HAVE YOU PUT MY WATER? WHY DO YOU ALWAYS FUCKING DO THIS TO ME?

I’m, well him; he’s beating the wall…ha-ha, chuckle-chuckle, giggidy-giggidy.

What the fuck am I, I mean he, what the fuck is he doing?

I assure you that these are not my actions; I would never plan such a vile and stereo-typically repulsive act of self-vandalism. The whole thing is bloody preposterous.

And still no fucking water, I need water as well Stewart you buffoon. Where is it Stewart oh where is it sonny? Oh where is it Stewy boy? Where is it lad? Where is it kid? What are you crying for child? Are your hands cut? Do they hurt? Pour some vinegar in my friend, maybe some salt as well, and then tear at your own flesh, with your own teeth. It will taste good, it might hurt at first but escape the pain, let me take over. Mind over matter, you are as good as vegetable matter. A pointless existence leadeth you. Yoda is summoning the darkness, the dark-side of the force. Legislative manslaughter. Cries and whispers and murmurs. God this is fun, man, you’re real fun Stewart!

BUT NOW I’M THIRSTY…

LOOK BEHIND THE DOOR STEWY. LOOK BEHIND THE DOOR.

I’m back, hands hurting, broken but I’m all right, I didn’t eat my flesh if that’s what you’re thinking; Although I may do later, if he keeps on asking me. I don’t like to upset him; I don’t like to upset anyone.

So now I’m gonna look behind the door, whatever he, I, we, mean by that.

-FUCK IT’S FUCKING THERE, ITS THERE, ITS HERE, HOW DID YOU KNOW IT WAS HERE, YOU BASTARD DAMN YOU, DAMN YOU, I HEAD-BUTT GLASS TO FUCK YOU MOTHER-BITCH

He’s gone and head-butted the bloody glass-panel in the kitchen door now. What’s he like eh? Mad as fuck and still no water. He’s out cold instantly; the glass has severed one of the main arteries in his neck. He’s drowning in his own fluid. Blood, Puddles of blood galore, the cat looks on. His eyes remain open, his hand reaching for his own neck, trying to strangle his way to freedom, out of this life and onto another. He doesn’t want to die like this, not bleeding, not on the floor with the cat watching. Not like this.

Then the oxygen and blood, it stops. Gone forever, replaced for piss and shit in an hour or so. And then the stench, the smell of death, it will come to us all one day. But I live on watching him, laughing all the way to his afterlife.

 

Copyright © J. Thrasivoulou 2012, steal it and bear the ramifications of your actions.

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