Hi, welcome to 8 Lines a Week, the archive for the assiduous.
On Tuesday night the Portsmouth Writers gathered in the sublime Square Tower in Old Portsmouth to celebrate St George’s Day & World Book Night as well as the proud literary heritage of the city. The event was covered by South Today and Radio Solent and bought together an eclectic and talented mix of writers from around the city, my good self being part of this south coast syndicate of scribes.
As ever we were ably supported by Portsmouth City Council, the Portsmouth Writers Hub at the New Theatre Royal and the fabulous Jo from Blackwells. The event was organised by Historical Novelist, Jack Hughes, who did an excellent job – I doth my cap to you, sir… With work on display around the tower, ten of our band also read from our collective scribbling’s and excerpts from the literary greats of the city. Here is a snippet of what was on offer, in 8 Lines obviously…*the length of what constitutes a line may alter slightly due to narrow display of website page… I thank you for your discretion in not drawing attention to this…
read by Charlotte Comley and taken from the lips of Mr Jaggers from Dickens’ Great Expectations
Assisted by a descendant of the long-dead King, the rotten remains were lifted out, tasting the air after 500 years of being deconstructed by the sea
written and read by James Bicheno, extract taken from his poem entitled – The Mary Rose
Others wear traditional clothes, defiant in newfound cultural ownership, painful nostalgia hugging brown skins that have shed Waziristani or Burmese sweat and blood
written and read by Lynne Blackwood, extract taken from her short story – The Lesson in Dhansak – about her first generation Anglo-Indian heritage
He tried to shout but his mouth had been zipped shut. North was bursting, screaming inside…RUN…RUN…RUN…but she couldn’t hear
written and read by Tom Harris, extract taken from his middle grade novel, The Amber Room
Pull up your pants there is work to be done!
written and read by Anna Barzotti , extract taken from her short story – The Mozzarella Wars! From the collection – Stories Beyond The Dirt Track
Quake you spongy, fly-bitten puttocks, she is free. Mary Rose sails.
written and read by Zella Compton, extract taken from her original poem Henry & Mary, scribed specially for this night
When she closed her eyes she could see the pink wool winding round her body like a giant spider’s web
written and read by Christine Lawrence, extract taken from her novel Caught in the Web
You are about to show me shadows of the things that have not happened, but will happen in the time before us
read by Tom Harris and taken from the lips of Scrooge from Dickens’ Christmas Carol
That’s all from 8 Lines a Week, The Pompey Writers and the fantastic Square Tower…
Thanks for whizzing by and pop by next week for a London Marathon special