Oct 2015 ‘A Reflection’


Van Gogh Museum performance of the intergenerational words piece The Open Sky with Robyn Haddon and Rory Pilgrim October 2015.

“A Reflection.
The Open Sky is about words and what they mean for different people.
It’s about intergenerational words,

I bring words with me from childhood.
Family words that have stayed with me.
Sometimes these words have got blurred through the years.

There are words I want to term as family words.
There are also words I want to term as friendship words.
Sometimes the words in friendship can mean more to some people than family words because for some, their friends are also their family who they share their lives with.

There’s a four letter word, which is really important – just a four letter word – LOVE.
Carol Robson.

Debris by Carol Robson (Video)


Debris

Debris is about a woman who is homeless, on the streets through drug and alcohol addiction.
Performed at St Helens Central Library June 26th when I was the support act for JB Barrington
Video courtesy of John Richards
Debris Copyright Carol Robson 2015

Women’s Space in Spoken Word by Carol Robson.


Women’s Space in Spoken Word.

I’m here to challenge
for you to listen
hear my voice
hear my inner soul.

Shouting
you need to see me
you need to hear me.

My voice is valuable
my space is valuable
this space is genderless
value the voice
value my words.

My right to occupy
my right to share
my voice is to be heard
my words are priceless
value me
value the person
I’m an equal person
I’m an equal voice.
We gave you a voice
respect ours.

© Carol Robson 2013

Sod’Em (Sodom)


Sod'Em

SOD’EM

(SODOM)

(this is a poem from my Gay Biblical Whispers Set: Sod’Em using Yorkshire dialect words, see picture for word meanings)

 

Eyup

Sitha  a reet rum lot these

nowt like being a bit blathered

heads together

having a good chunter

perhaps without gumption

can’t keep dawks off each other

having a fratch

or a good feight

seen by religious leaders

who are really

a reet maungy mardy lot

to be getting narked

with a group baht common sense

who appear to be fugglin

who they treat as Straif

or just the Trammel of society

who they would never Tig

or never Lig with.

 

Perhaps there was,

really nowt  indecent

perhaps they called,

each other Conny

affection shown,

just having a reet good time

they weren’t really bad un’s

just showing love

eeh by gum I love everyone.

Now then my flowers

I’m certainly not flummoxed

when I say they should have

huggered up and shouted

at the Mardy bums

SOD’EM ALL!

 

©Carol Robson 2013