Monday, March 21, 2011

Sunshine and Sighs

Back in 2002, I went to see TABOO, Boy George’s musical about his rise to fame, mirrored by the story of the fall of performance artist Leigh Bowery. I had been an off and on fan of Boy George for some time (the first record I ever bought as a kid was Karma Chameleon). On first hearing about the show I expected to hate it, but once I did actually see it, I was blown away (rather like my first experience of Hedwig and the Angry Inch). With the songs revolving in my head time after time after time, I went back several times, becoming quite obsessed with the show – so obsessed that when I heard it was transferring to Broadway, it convinced me to sign up for the Stonewall New York Equality Walk and kill two birds with one stone.

Fascinated by the peculiar phenomenon of Boy George himself playing Leigh Bowery (I say this because people I know who regularly went to the club Taboo assure me that he and Leigh rarely spoke and certainly were not friends, as he claims) I wrote a song called ‘Stranger Than Fiction’ and roped in some friends to make an accompanying pop video. I was fascinated with the idea of one performer taking on another performer’s persona – Leigh Bowery has such an iconic image that it has almost become a product in itself – and as Boy George made a facsimile of it – was I copying Boy George, or copying Boy George copying Leigh Bowery?

The video was filmed on location in my mum’s house (with original 70s wallpaper), the director’s Italo Ali’s flat in Vauxhall and at the Cambridge Theatre, where we managed to take over Michael Brandon’s dressing room before he came in to play Jerry Springer in Jerry Springer: The Opera.

It gathered dust on Italo’s computer for a long time, not really being shown properly until my one-man retrospective show ‘Three Zero’ in 2009, so I am very pleased to announce that video artist Nathan Evans has included it in Sunshine Night Time, a celebration of Leigh Bowery’s life and work at the ICA on Friday April 1st. It will be such a thrill to have the film shown in such an auspicious setting. In fact – it sort of is a ‘coming full circle’ moment. In the lyrics of the song, when I say ‘I met you once and you were cold, balding fat and looking old’, I am referring to meeting Boy George many years ago in the ICA bar. Spooky!

But before we get to that, Wednesday March 30th is also an auspicious night. I feel very proud to have been a regular attendee to INCITE, a new LGBTQ poetry night held at First Out Café.

Led by Liz Willows of Camden LGBT Forum, Cel West and new addition James Clement de Grandprey-Hodge (yes, it’s his real name) the night is an intimate forum for established and emerging poets alike. I’ve been going since the first one last year and I have found it a really good motivation to write something new each month, plus it's a very diverse crowd which is always inspiring. So much so that after seeing the Allen Ginsberg film ‘Howl’ (which I would definitely recommend), it occurred to me that it was about time I had something to send out to prospective bookers and some ‘product’ to sell at the handful of spoken word gigs that come my way.

So I am very pleased to announce the launch of SIGHS TEN, a small collection of my writings from the last ten years. There are ten in total, with the title piece a new one written for the collection. As it’s not quite a book and the word ‘pamphlet’ sounds a bit throwaway to me, I was worrying about what to call it. Wikipedia brought up the term ‘chapbook’. As all the pieces are about men, I think that’s rather appropriate. So if you are free to come and celebrate the birth of my first chapbook, please do come down to First Out on Wednesday March 30th from 7 pm, where copies will be available after my reading for £3.00. Entry is free and it gets very crowded, so you’ll need to come early to get a seat. I will also be appearing on Out In South London on Resonance 104.4 FM with Rosie Wilby on Tuesday March 29th to talk about it.

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Sighs Ten

They howled a holy, holy howl
Coyotes calling to the sun
Those two boys together clinging
On a rooftop in San Fran

A lover even greater
Than the great Jack Kerouac
My breath catches for a beat
And I sigh a sigh as I realise
His name was Peter

My midnight assignation
With a sexy, sweet blond Saffa
But no spooning by moonlight this time
Feeling cheated, I weep to sleep

In the morning I need reminding
Who is this knight in shining underpants?
I know I know his name
Seems rude to ask, but I ask again
I sigh a sigh as I realise
His name was Peter

I’m sorting through old toys
No time for sentiment as I decide
Which ones to keep, which ones to dump
Childhood memories lost in dust

A rabbit in a light blue jacket
Sucking on a carrot
His label laughs at me in stitches
I sigh a sigh as I realise
His name was Peter

‘Hey, how are you honey?’ my old housemate replies
‘Oh, you know, bearing up.
Listen, I called to ask a favour.’
‘Sure baby, what can I do to I help?’

So Sina lets me scour his sketches
Peruse his pictures for one I can use
Towards the latest in the line of my harebrained schemes
A document of my written dreams

I’m strangely drawn to a certain drawing
Of a Polish lad sat on the tube
I think he looks a bit like me
Then notice a note scrawled beside it that I hadn’t seen
I sigh a sigh as I realise it says:
‘His name was Peter’

My friend David is one of my heroes
It’s his art that drives his heart
He doesn’t believe in coincidence
But simple synchronicity
Time's tarot dealt with a dash of destiny

But I wish he hadn’t told me that
As I try and ignore the signs
That hover all around me
Slowly maddening my swirling mind

I’m shopping for my birthday party
I knew he’d never attend
Give me the gift of his presence
Never meet my friends

At the checkout, there he is
I’m invisible once again
A tin of pineapple in my fist
That tightens as I resist
Smashing it into the skull
I once found a precious treasure

As I pack my bags
He walks away
A stranger in a superstore
I sigh a sigh
His name was Peter


Copyright Marcus Reeves (c) 2011