Alan’s was a classic workshop and all the better for that. He laid out about fifty song titles, invited us to choose the one we fancied and go forth and write. And we did just that, though due to our ever increasing number we had a mere twenty minutes, so no three volume novels but a wealth of pithy and economical pieces.
The read-back began with a delightful story concerning the purchase of a magic albatross (no prizes for guessing this song title!), then continued with an extremely colourful portrait of earth in the hand of a supreme ruler with multiple physical extremities. It was the two noses and five lips that stayed in the mind. We had several that conjured up witches and wizards and aliens, some benevolent, others less so. The most surrealistic one of the evening was a chain reaction of something and nothing, with reference to Einstein’s theory of relativity. Let no-one say Shorelinkers are not inventive.
Among such a plethora of creativity it gets more and more hard to pick out a few representative examples. Lots of funny ones – we loved the poem that affectionately sent up one of our members who was absent as currently occupied Beating the street in Hastings, and also the failed banjo player. The ominous tone of the piece on distant drums contrasted wonderfully with one on the summer solstice featuring drunken wizards and another which was a tongue in cheek ode to Facebook.
And as always, there were the more serious and moving pieces. The lady convinced that the new nursing home visitor was the boy who fathered her baby sixty years previously, the remembrances of a father’s war time stories, the runaway from the remand centre. Many more, some fact, some fiction. Some prose, some poetry. We even had a film review in the mix.
Another delightful evening. Thank you, Alan. You did good! Reading week next week, optional theme When I met her, she was a pole dancer in Prague. Can’t wait.
See you there, Sally