LOUDER IS NOT ALWAYS CLEARER

Featuring Jonny Cotsen

‘an autobiographical journey of a deaf person trapped in a hearing world’

Sell out show at Edinburgh Festival

‘Funny, inventive, moving’ “impressive and thought provoking”

Meet Jonny: teacher, father, football fan. He’s an artist, a campaigner and he’s deaf.

He wishes he could sing and he loves to dance, but he can’t hear the music unless the bass is turned right up.

‘Louder Is Not Always Clearer’ is a one man show, a starkly honest portrayal of a man seemingly confident, out going and popular who is inwardly vulnerable and at times isolated…

Evergreen Hall Broadwell GL16 7BN doors open 7-30pm-all welcome

adv £10 -ticketsource.co.uk £12 on door / cash only

www.mrandmrsclark.co.uk production

thanks to Coleford Town Council, SOUNDWORK, Air in G , Arts Council of England

WE ARE VERY SORRY BUT DUE TO RISING COVID INFECTIONS THIS GIG WILL NOT GO AHEAD

ALL TICKETS WILL BE REFUNDED…..

Feliks Tabis Paris Jazz Cafe Swing Band

Next month thurs 25th November “Louder is Not Always Clearer” a theatre show about the experiences of a deaf man,”funny,Inventive, powerful” … sell out show at the Edinburgh Festival

www.mrandmrsclark.co.uk

following our national Poetry day special on Zoom which welcomed voices from as far away as Florida and Denmark

we return with another Zoom Open Mike special on thurs 21st from 8pm

still connecting on 603 854 102 pw 018454

Our next live event is monday 25th from 7-30pm at the Bream coffee shop GL15 6JE

entry is £5 includes a cake….its always a mix of poetry, stories, interruptions and performances

everyone is welcome to consume or take a spot on stage…..

A familiar image for Oh Crumbs regulars- Rhys Trimble in full flow

a memorable night/ one of our special guest events

 

Ziggy’s Challenge by Charlie Markwick

 

My childhood garden, the soil in which I grew.

So much richness in my life.

And as I flail around,

The weft of grief crossing my life’s thread.

I’m thankful for the warmth of garden past.

 

My mother’s form is kneeling,

Squeezing secateurs to snip.

Her gift, rosebuds in the stonewalled living room.

 

I see my father clench his shiny spade.

His pride, the tool he hefts to sculpt the kitchen patch.

His gift, fruit and veg for each and every day.

 

But most of all the thrill of winter’s night

The snow imbuing dark with eerie light.

The waking and clouds of morning breath.

The strange and alien crystal pattern on the glass

Not outside this but in the room itself.

The crunch of scraping ice to view the garden snow

Beckoning my play.

Then frost cold hands that hurt as warmth returns

With stinging slaps to make my blood run bold and warm.

 

So much to nurture me in times of need

Each memory a lovely precious seed.

 

Walton House 24/04/19

 

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