The Best Of A Bad Situation Set for release May 2017

Ayup folks. Loads more dates added in to the Live section.

My debut collection “The Best of A Bad Situation”  will be released in May 2017 through the magnificent “Silhouette Press” who have been a joy to work with. This is an exciting moment for me and the result of a lot of hard graft. My book launch at Fire & Dust, Coventry will take place on this date alongside the awesome Steve Pottinger The Facebook event for this gig is here: https://www.facebook.com/events/1573038666070312/

The Derby Launch party for “The Best Of A Bad Situation will be on: Friday 16th June @The Maypole Bar & Theatre, The Facebook event is here:https://www.facebook.com/events/1919353648295372/

I’m also rather proud to announce that I got commissioned to write a piece for the award winning social photographer Jim Mortram’s rather amazing “Small Town Inertia” project through the excellent”bluecoat Press” so march really was some month for me! If you want to know more about this project hit the link below, Until next time folks take it easy and all that jazz…I’ll update with links to buy my collection when details are ready…All the best. J

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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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Feb/March

It’s been a busy few weeks. I’ve another live video of my poem “ANYWHERE STREET DE1” which can be found below. I’ve also done interviews for both “Storge Music” and “Louder Than War” Which can be found in the Press section. There’s also a teaser poem from my forthcoming collection called “The Old Enemy” which was published on the “Hand Job Zine” Website, head over to the published section to take a look. I’ve loads of gigs booked in for the forthcoming months including a feature slot at “Howl” in Birmingham on March 8th. Head over to the Live section for more information.

Until next time people x

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Happy National Poetry Day! Here’s a Free Poem!

Common sewerage problem

Start life in terraced houses; end up dead in one.

Like packs of rabbits, heads numbed, crushed by jaws of ravenous dogs,

Lack of movement enabled to feed uninhibited sex drives.

They all fall down:

Everyone, everywhere; all due to their own mis-invention:

Not everyone was born a rocket scientist.

Mental is everyone outspoken and devoted to equality,

Seek retribution in confession; come, fornicate with your local disloyal priest

Kiss the feet of Jesus for he loves you.

Change the channel for the commercial break:

Signals beamed through satellites- all converge to form the same lies—

Swallowed and shat-out in rugged, municipal vines:

Everything is done for the prosperity of the common person—

Diversion tactics employed by tactile puppets on Illuminati strings:

To be pulled whenever they please,

Common bleeds the sense,

To drip,

Then trickle,

Down to the sewers:

To flow beneath the feet of power

 

Copyright © J. Thrasivoulou 2016

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Word Wise: 30th September

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Hi folks, Not long now until the first Word Wise! We have an excellent line-up for the first event featuring the excellent Andrew Mulletproof Graves, Joolz Denby, Matt Clegg, Sophie Sparham, Benjamin night plus many more! I’ll be hosting the night and there’ll be limited open-mic slots available on the door (First come, First served basis) for more info check out the Facebook event:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1615681775389083/

I’m also doing a feature slot at “Poetical” this Thursday (22nd Sept) The event is below:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1115545018536462/

Speak soon folks

J x

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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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Not so Popular

Massive shout out to “Not so Popular” for publishing my Brexit poetry on their Art against Brexit site, Check it out here:

http://www.notsopopular.com/artagainstbrexit-blog/2016/7/14/jamie-thrasivoulou

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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.

 

 

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Rainathon (days of a dumpster)

 

Originally Published In CITY-ZINE: Issue 12, Feb 2011 

Online Version Available Here:

http://www.scribd.com/doc/96193085/Zine-12

 

Rainathon (days of a dumpster)

I started work for an agency; I’d been there six-months (on ‘n off). One Monday I goes in ‘n they ‘ad a position on the bins. I took it; piece of cake, I was thinking.

Half an hour later the Bin-Lorry came round the corner and picked us up; I couldn’t believe me eyes; I knew one of the lads in the front; Smudge, a geezer I used to knock about with back in the day.

Him and the geezer driving (Kenny) made us feel welcome; showed us the ropes ‘n that.

That first day they stopped at the chippy for dinner; cuz I’d not brung any with me. The weather was pretty nice that day; I remember getting a right sweat on sat in the front of the lorry and yammin’ all that hot food down me gob.

We knocked off about three-o-clock that day; finished the round a little bit later than usual, Smudge ‘n Kenny said. Fuck-it though, I don’t think they was being funny about it; don’t think they were trying to hint at oat. They knew it was me first day so I think they were all good with it.

From the Tuesday onwards I got me Mrs to make us a pack-up; nice sandwiches, loadsa crisps ‘n chocolate ‘n all that.

The first week flew by, the weather was proper sound. I was buzzin’ with me pay-packet the following Monday; I’d earnt more than I’d ever earnt in me life. That night I went out on the piss proper style, me n Smudge was on-it-like-a-car-bonnet!! Avvin it proper.

The next morning me enthusiasm for the job was beginning to wear-off. At first I’d enjoyed the running about ‘n that; felt like it was doing me good ‘n keeping me fit. That morning it was different though; it just wasn’t the same. The kebab I couldn’t even remember eating started to repeat on us, I ended up pukin me guts-up on only the fourth street. Smudge ‘n Ken were laughing at us like fuck; the bastards, bet I looked a right-sight though. I vowed to quit drinking after that day, at least on school-nights.

I kept up me vows for the remainder of the week ‘n got smashed at the weekend. This became a routine for the next month or so; a true WEEKEND OFFENDER, but I was beginning to dread the Monday morning.

But despite the dread Monday morning rolled on next week ‘n I went to work. I was beginning to get really pissed-off with the way people leave their bins, always wonky ‘n full to the brim, heavy as fuck to push along when you have to do pissin’ eighty to a hundred on every bastard street. I was happy when lunch-hour came, I scoffed me food down like a savage.

A couple more days went past ‘n then it was the Thursday, it looked like it was gonna piss it down. I walked to the depot anyway. That Kenny was beginning to piss us off, he kept going on about their old-partner Dezzy; a legend him ‘n Smudge had said. ‘N that was fine; it was fine to think of an old-colleague to be of legendary status, that was not the problem. The problem was that Kenny kept dropping fucking remarks like;

Not as fast as our old ledgy-Dezzy is he Smudge? ‘n stuff like that. It was funny the first few times but I was beginning to take it personally.

By the time Kenny ‘n Smudge pulled out the lock-up and picked us up it was proper tearing-it-down, I couldn’t fucking believe it. I got in the front ‘n Kenny was grinning, the smarmy bastard, I was feeling fucked-off with it all.

We started the rounds ‘n I finished off the first couple of streets; I was soaking wet-through, I’d never been so bloody wet.

By the time I got back in the front and we were approaching the third street I’d already decided what I was gonna do. We pulled up at the top of the street; Renfew Street. ‘N then I did what I knew I was gonna do;

I ran, I ran like fuck!

Luckily me mate lived round the corner so I knew where I was running to, so I jogged on and never looked back and never set foot in the depot again. I could here Smudge shouting as I was leggin’ it-

-METZ, METZ! WHAT THA FUCKER YA DOING? DON’T LEAVE US IN THA SHIT!

I felt bad for Smudge cuz he was a good lad but me days of carting people’s shit around were well and truly over. The twats at the agency even gave me a full day’s pay for me marathon!

A couple of weeks later I got on at a factory round the corner from where I live. I’ve worked there ever since I ran away from the bins.

This job felt pretty steady until recently; all the government cut-backs ‘n that; they’ve been laying-off left, right ‘n centre. They say on the news that things will improve in the next couple of years. Apparently them Conservatives ‘n Liberal Democrats know what’s going on ‘n they’re gonna sort it out. It’s that kinder stuff that makes me not want to watch the news, sometimes I’m just not convinced they’re telling the truth; I think they might just be- all out for themselves; without a thought for you or me.

 

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