I’m Working on something. (Photo by Charlie Carr-Gomm)
‘Where’ve you been, he said?
Walking I replied.
Didn’t want to say anymore but he repeats the question with his eyes.
I picked up a handful of pebbles, blind.
If I open my fingers and it’s an even number, I’ll be fine.
Seven. Try again. Nine.’
- Cecilia Knapp May 2012
Performing at Streetfest In Shoreditch.
This is me at Streetfest. It was wicked. The band are the Remedies sand they are awesome.
Friday 4th May- Come Rhyme with me Brighton.
Sunday 6th may- Streetfest Shoreditch
Saturday 2nd June- Meadowlands Festival Glynde
Sunday 10th June- Dalston Roof Gardens Roundhouse Poetry Collective Showcase
Saturday 16th June- Tiltonbury Festival
Friday 6th July- The Wirral Festival of Firsts
Thursday 19th July- Sunday 22nd July-SECRET GARDEN PARTY
Thursday 26th July- Sunday 29th July - CAMP BESTIVAL
Thursday 2nd-Monday 6th August- EDINBURGH FESTIVAL (Venue:The Fiddlers Elbow)
Thursday 9th- Sunday 12th August- Wilderness Festival
Thursday 6th-Sunday 9th September- BESTIVAL
COME SEE SOME SHOWS WE’RE DOING.
Me performing at Bang said the Gun. Its a wicked night every Thursday night in Borough.
Filmed by Charlie Carr-Gomm
Gig.
Sometimes in my dreams there’s no distinction between appearance and reality.
And I’ll be back home at number 26 the Green.
The look on her face when I shut the door will never be hazy to me.
Because there are just some memories that are infinitely clean.
There’s a dangerous nostalgia about how your life could have been.
But everyone bought a one-way ticket and so ostensibly,
If you keep looking over your shoulder then you will find that nothings real.
Anyway things have a habit of being okay,
I know I hope to know the things that I don’t know some day.
Cecilia Knapp February 2012
I know
I’d probably always be happier in a world where a phone was 2 washed out tin cans
Connected with a string
And I’d be the one to make it ring.
In a world where toys whose blood and bones
Were made out of foam
Had fabricated issues, which outdid my own.
Little Bear and Big Ted are trapped in a loveless marriage
And the paternity
Of their children remains unknown.
Barbie’s existentialism
Leads to depression
And she teeters on the edge of the sink in the downstairs loo
Wondering what its all for
As her too long plastic legs hit the floor.
I always had a good imagination.
Without ever having to imagine what actually would happen.
This was a world where I envied nothing
But the carefully crafted tippex band names
Emblazoned on the upper schools rucksacks.
Where my brother’s ears would blush crimson
When I waited for him at the bus stop.
Where the mad rush for the red handled scissors at school
Left the green and yellow left handed ones superfluous in the tray.
When I still cared about staying up late
And got excited when I could watch TV on a Saturday.
Later Intermittent adolescent behaviour
Incandescent with premature experience
And instilled with the notion that yes life was unfair
But I never moaned.
Cecilia Knapp February 2012
Thank you for reading. I really appreciate that.
