Creepy halloween beginning, funny middle and heartwarming end! It's a slam dunk. Had to turn it up full to hear you but you read really well (of course you do!). x
Beautifully done TFE - your facial expressions made it for me. I think the lady behind you liked it too.
I don't know about anyone else, but I'm bloody scared.
Eej, that was priceless. You know, you've started something here. (the readers on top of the mask were a nice touch)
Pardon the pun, but your poetry really comes to life when you deliver it this way. I shall never be satisfied again, merely to read it to myself (or the cats—they LOVE you work).This has the flavour of the beat poets for me (not that I know much of their work, but what I do know sounds like this).Lovely to see your lovely missus in behind you there. She could hardly contain herself with pride (and apparently a few other things, if your poem is anything to go by).All kidding aside, TFE—Peadar, you have synthesized our existence on this earth down to its very essence. Scratch the surface with you and it really IS genius!Luv ya!Kat
Lovely performance, TFE! And so great to see Mrs. Eejit there, too! Go raibh maith agat! You have given new meaning to 'waiting at the bus stop.'
Very enjoyable, and the supporting performance is remarkable.
That is one creepy picture you have there - is it you behind the mask? If so we are one step nearer to unmasking you as it were!Shall now try to hear it!
Ahwell, can't have everything can we - even with the sound on my computer at 100% I could still only hear that there was a voice, not what "it" was saying. Thought Mrs eej was a handsome lady though. My dog, sitting by the fire, could hear you perfectly and barked in unison. Could you print the words so that I can read them?
Team poetry slam! Well done. You two are a handscome couple.
Brilliant, terrifying, haunting, beautiful. Definitely Mrs Eej is an outstanding part of the act. (Where were the jazz hands in the bing a bong poem tho??)
Great! As willow said, you've started something. I'll have to see what the video making programme here is upto (not a lot the only time I looked).Was that a Dubliners LP on the table? I was trying to make it out...
Heck Eej - that was scary, funny and all points in between which made my day. 29 hours now since my computer died, sob sob. So it's iPod only to try & keep in touch. This was .........Er a kinda tonic!
Creepy Halloween beginning? What are you trying to say Rachel? Tanx and yes my reading is coming along nicely,I can manage most words now, except really big ones and even managed a bit of the newspaper the other day, only the headline - but still....
Tanxzs Heather, i tried to keep my facial expressions to a minimum in an understated Brandonesque ,De Niro kinda way.And I think I pulled it off.Mrs EEjit loves everything I do.Honest!
First Rachel with Halloween, now Titus with this scared malarkey. Poets have feelings ya know!
Willow, mask? What mask?
Thncxsz PoetiKat, I think you are an excellently astute judge and critic with excellent perceptive powers and literary insight.You perhaps sum me up best when you say...'you have synthesized our existence on this earth down to its very essence. Scratch the surface with you and it really IS genius!'Was ever 'genius' a truer more deserved word than in this instance? I think not.(Einstein? Meh!)
Jeanne I was hoping that you were going to say I had given new meaning to life itself.It would be appropriate.
Mrs EEjit is a remarkable not to mention ,lucky , woman, Sparkey!
Weaver!? What's with this 'mask' thing?
I loved it - especially when Mrs. Eej got into the spirt (no pun intended) there behind you! What fun!Love the glasses! Ha!
Some might argue that was a lucky escape dear Weaver.I'm glad the dogs enjoyed it though.It was me reading the Bing bong poem and the other one about AAh-OOgah and Nougat and Cougar and ting!See previous post.
Wow! Well that was a lively performance. Poetry is for out loud, not to be read in silence and those two of yours were a classic demo of why this is. Perhaps we should start a masked poetry group. I've a nice paper bag I cut holes in that I could use. Hmmm, could be onto something here.
Tanxz John, at least you recognise good looks when you see them!
PS Is da bus a write-off or can it be fixed?
Mrs Niamh, unfortunately the rather limited scope failed to pick up the extraordinary jazz hand performance that was occuring just out of shot.
Janey Mac, Dominic! Ye have eyes like a hawk! Lucky I hadn't left the court summons out on the table.You were close, but no cigar. It was a copy of 'The Dubliner' magazine.
Thaxzs Karen twas great craic!
s'funny you should say that Argent ,but there used be a comic with a brown paper bag and eyeholes called 'The Unknown Comic' and I've often thought of doing the same and being 'The Unknown Poet'In fact I will do it.Watch out for me at a venue near you soon, unless you do it first!
Hey Wigeon, soorry about the computer, hope you can get it fixed?
At least your not counting the hours......Oh yeah, you are.
Jimmy the Butler and Einstein have a bionic plan for a turbo diesel and nitrous oxide reuild.Watch this space... (-age machine)
btw the way you've ruined performance poems for me forever, was reduced to tears of mirth at Glór tonight, thinking of your performance.
Now I'm REALLY cheesed off! My bloody computer wouldn't open your link and so I could only read everyone else's comments and I'm SOOO jealous. I'll get my new one on line tomorrow and, hopefully, I'll be able to watch it then.
Hey Niamh, I think that may have been the 14 double vodkas.
Ah Weevil, you're in for a treat.Think 'Alien versus predator' meets 'Last of the summer wine '
You figured it out! Well done, TFE. Brilliant, inspired performance. Encore!btw, I have a train over at my blog. You are welcome to use it to replace the late, lamented,dear, departed bus, if you like.
AHHHH TO BE SURE, DON'T YE HAVE DE OLE OIRISH ChAARMM.. oopps... left caps on...interesting performance and loovly to see de missis and a snippet of eejit realms.cheers for the gift too, we'll be celbrating that later!nice reading though.. shame against the face :-)
Hello Feck! What a lovely post, how nice to see you and hear some 'live' poetry. The love poem is my favourite (I also like the guest appearance of Mrs Eejit, say 'hello' from me!). But what really cracked me up is a man who rubs his nose so naturally when he's wearing a mask....priceless!
Yes Sandra amidst a tangle of bug eyed cameras microphones USB leads and a lexicon of swearwords, I figured out in a day what most people would manage in half an hour.
Hey waterbabies shurely that should be shame ABOUT the face? Hope ye liked yer richly deserved award.
Hello Auntie, I am indeed a world champion nose rubber-and not just my own.Glad you liked the video and it's true what they say 'Behind every great man is a woman taking the piss!'That was Mrs EEj's joke, fair play to her.
So...IS the bus going to run again, or did we run the wheels off?
you're correct!.. shame about the face would be correct.. and not quite as threatening as AGAINST...SHAME AGAINST YOUR FACE!.... that sounds like an ole gypsy curse.... and should be included in a sentence along with a donkey.something like, "shame against your face, and may your donkey only ever hobble"..
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