A long overdue blog update…

Ayup fellas ‘n’ fellettes, hope you’re all well? I’m currently feeling the stress big time! There’s been so much happening here @Thrasivoulou HQ since September that I’m struggling to keep up with it! November sees Derby’s first ever poetry festival hit the streets, which is curated by Myself and Trevor Wright! We have some amazing events lined-up so head over to the live section for more details or visit our Facebook page:https://www.facebook.com/DerbyPoetryFestival/

Gig-wise I’m doing a feature slot this Thursday (26th October) for Gong Fu Poets first ever show up in Durham! Really looking forward to this one! I’m also the headline poet for November’s Poetry Is Dead Good in Nottingham. Word Wise events are also listed in my live section as well as subVERSE the Hip-hop/spoken word mash-up event I co-produce!

Don’t forget you can still buy my book The Best Of A Bad Situation here:

The Best of a Bad Situation – by Jamie Thrasivoulou

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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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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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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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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.

 

 

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

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I AM THE CAPTAIN OF YOUR SHIP

 

Originally Published in CITY-ZINE: Issue 16, May 2012

 

I AM THE CAPTAIN OF YOUR SHIP…

 

-A REAL QUANDARY, Shouts the captain in perpendicular motion, fingers raised toward the setting sun- if it were fully dark we’d see the Milky-Way!

-Ahoy, agreed, hurrah! Exhaled the troops in unison. The battered fiesta was working out fantastically. They were driving down a tight country-lane approaching a small Cornish village.

-TEAR THE FUCKER UP CAPTAIN! Roared an excitedly ‘tripping-off-his-tits’ Private Howard Jetson from the passenger seat next to him –FUCK THE CORNISH BOYZ- WE RULE!! -WOO-HOO!!

Mushrooms had been a major part of the agenda, it had been a perfect clear summer’s day; the evening sky was now red- a real mystified Sheppard’s delight. There was a tension in the air, an ambiguous feeling of omnipotence and adversity concerning the next twenty-four hours. Worse still- that old foe panic was on the horizon, the captain could sense him; he knew this predator well. He listened out for sounds of serpent’s hissing- forgetting the road and nearly smashing straight into a fence. His vision was impairing itself rapidly. The troops giggled girlishly as he sailed forth- his engine wailing disharmoniously in over-revved agony. The Captain could see sharks swimming in the next field; he skidded around the corner; dry dust penetrated the gaps in the electric windows. Private Howard Jetson pulled his sunglasses down over his eyes; now seemed like the perfect time to use them. This issue with the Jaws impersonators in the next field perplexed the Captain greatly- why would they do that?

-This is the first time I’ve driven this ship and I’ll be damned If I’m going down without a fight!

The Captain had turned red as sweat saturated his brow; he screamed in a manner that made him almost wretch with sheer unadulterated aggression, his eyes were monstrous forming a blank glaze:

-NO DAMNED LAND SHARK WILL GET THE BETTER OF ME- WHO DO THESE JAWS IMPERSONATORS THINK THEY ARE?

The troops exchanged bemused looks, but looks would achieve nothing. The Captain was now ferocious and full of rapture as he slipped from second straight into forth and burst through the oncoming fence and into the field. He wretched further into rage:

-FUCKING BASTARDS! YOU’RE NOT TAKING ME!!! NEVER!!! THIS IS OUR LAND ALSO!!

The captain suddenly ground the car to a halt, turning off the engine but leaving the ignition on, the radio blastingTell Me Lies by Fleetwood Mac, this seemed to annoy the captain as he violently reached for the power button. Off.Silence.

The lieutenant was seated in the back alongside Tea-boy Stackson- they’d been relaxing, seemingly inattentive, taking in the drama, attempting to comprehend the complexity of the situation that was fast approaching the mind of their Captain. They could sense the cogs of insanity churning away- They’d been here before, the Captain’soccasional lapses of drug psychosis from years of speed and smack abuse-Bla-bla-bla…

This would form the basis of his excuse in the morning. Nonetheless, his bad trips were a joyful prospect of entertainment for their observerous eyes.

The Captain placed the nub of a roll up to his mouth. He sparked-up and exhaled the smoke, as if forgetting that he hadn’t inhaled it. His blue eyes rolled deep into the back of his head, although he was turned toward Jetson as though making eye contact, but the Captain seemed incapable of achieving such a task. He spoke but this time surprisingly more calm and dignified:

-Listen platoon, I’ve been thinking and it’s sure as hell a lot more likely that those land-sharks are rhinoceros’ rather than Jaws replica’s, but still, we must be careful.

The lieutenant rolled his eyes and head-butted his palm- he knew not whether to laugh or cry, so instead he spoke up from behind:

-For fuck sake captain we aren’t in Hollywood that shit would cost thousands to replicate, and there’s no water man, -You’re handling this all wrong-I demand you- to let me take the wheel sir, you are currently not of sound mind -I know just how to handle these rhinos -I saw it once on Stevie Irwin.

He winked at Stackson hopeful that these words would enable his movement into the front of the Fiesta.

The captain instantly appeared agitated, shaking his head in disbelief. The roll-up in the corner of his mouth now soaked with dry, spent saliva- sticking to his bottom lip. As he spoke, his face quivered in a bitter chemical contortion: -Not on water? haa-haa, that the best you got? Not on water? His eyes rolled back further and then darted forwards and peered into the rear-view- mirror addressing the Lieutenant’s squinty brown pupils. His voice then rose in shroomed-up anguish:

-YOU, LIUTENENT!

-Yes, sir, yes su—

-NEVER FUCKING MIND SIR YES SIR- YOU FUCKING HEATHEN- I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS VESSEL AND I SHALL NEVER PASS THE WHEEL OVER TO A NOMAD SUCH AS YOUR BAD SELF, YOU FIENDISH FUCK! WE AGREED I AM THE CAPTAIN- I DREW THE LONGEST STRAW AND PISS FROM THE LONGEST COCK! AND YOU- HE WHO SITS DEFEATED; NOT EVEN RIDING SHOTGUN- HAS THE AUDACITY TO DEMAND MY POSITION?

-I HAVE A GOOD MIND TO JUMP FROM THIS SHIP AND HANDLE THESE SHARKS WITH MY BARE HANDS AND POSSIBLY LEGS; I KNOW HOW TO WRESTLE AND HAVE ALSO WATCHED STEVIE IRWIN; I CALL HIM STEVIE BECAUSE I FEEL AS THOUGH I KNEW HIM BETTER THAN YOU DID, HAVING CLEARLY WATCHED HIS SHOW MORE- IT WAS ME WHO GOT YOU INTO HIM YOU BASTARD AND IT’S ME WHO KNOWS HOW TO CAPTURE AN ALIGATOR WITHOUT GETTING BITTEN, ALTHOUGH I AM YET TO TEST THIS- I AM AT ONE WITH NATURE AND I AM THE CAPTAIN OF THIS SHIP AND I DECIDE IF WE ARE SWIMMING OR SINKING! -IF THIS SHIP GOES DOWN; I AM GOING DOWN WITH IT; AS DRIVER, AS LEADER OF MEN AND FIGHTER OF SHARKS DO YOU HEAR ME? DO YOU UNDERSTAND LIEUTENANT? AM I MAKING MYSELF PERFECTLY CLEAR?

The atmosphere of the car was breathless and the Captain’s question rhetorical. The silence of the endless, surrounding fields seemed deafening in comparison to that of the vessel.

But this was to be understood; After all, there were land sharks lurking. The captain had turned the ignition to start the engine; he was playing with the window wipers and lights, flicking them off and on, the wipers squeaking slightly whilst the headlights illuminated the grass ahead of them. Dusk began to set further. The captain could feel the ground beneath him rumbling, turbulent tremors from below.

-THESE FUCKING TYRRANTS- THEY ROCK MY BOAT-WHO ARE THESE BEASTS?

The captain ground his teeth together and was now brown-lipped from the tar of his dissolved roll-up. He looked out of the windows, rubbing his hands in anticipation. The lieutenant had his face buried in his knees; he knew the captain was gone, suffering- extremely deluded. Would he return? Only time would tell.

-WHO DO THEY THINK WE FEAR? WE HAVE PROVISIONS- PLENTY OF JUICE IN THE ENGINE! I CAN FUCKING SAIL ALL DAY; RIVERS-ESTUARIES -SEAS- YOU NAME IT!

Private Howard Jetson was finishing skinning up a joint on a CD case in the passenger seat; he noticed the Captain reaching into his combat trousers and producing a knife which he flicked open instantaneously:

-What the fuck are you doing captain?

-I’M GONNA CUT THEM- I’M GONNA CUT THESE FUCKIN BASTERDS, LEND ME THOSE FUCKIN SUNGLASSES MAN- AM GOIN IN, AM FUCKIN GOIN IN!!!!

The captain now spoke in an attempted American tongue; what state he was from, only he knew, it was certainly undecipherable to the insane ear. All of a sudden he ragged the car towards the sharks/rhinos driving directly over one and grinding to a halt; He jumped from the vehicle and ran towards the sharks/rhinos. Private Howard Jetson began to laugh uncontrollably shaking the body of the car whilst coughing on the thick smoke produced by the joint. The lieutenant raised his head from the back to view a sight simply unimaginable- He watched completely miffed, as the Captain repeatedly stabbed and kicked at a bail of hay:

-So they weren’t even rhinos then? Inquired a miffed Lieutenant.

-It appears not, replied an equally as baffled Tea-boy Stackson.

The Captain continued his assault until defeated by his comedown. This would be one voyage the crew would never forget.

 

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


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