Slut

A fine sunny Sunday, a great Noir line up, great food & drinks -what more could you ask – well a running transit system for one thing 😦 Not that I fault the TTC for the track level incident that resulted in shutting down the east/west line from Pape to St. George – but having to face nearly an hour of travel time waiting for, getting on & off  shuttle busses can be discouraging. Welcome to city life.

So the house was a bit smaller than usual as a result but that didn’t diminish our enthusiasm but did cut down on the number of opens stagers: just two of us. Cate McKim with a perfectly performed, emotionally stirring take on Come To My Window. I did a couple of pieces & had time to explain a bit about the writing of the Skipping Songs. Let’s face it no one ever says – there weren’t enough open stagers.

wheel03

water wheel

First feature June Morrow (http://thechangeroom.ca) – is a story teller – had a story about sexual shaming & bullying in mid 80’s high school. When a boy who broke off with her because ‘she was too good for him,’ starts a ‘slut’ calling campaign – having his friends call her ‘slut’ in front of others – she plots revenge. As an adult she looks back wondering ‘was he trying to say that sex is bad … that is is bad to enjoy sex.’  A powerful, well-constructed and performed piece about the nature of bulling and how it can result in forcing the ‘slut’ to think thing though in ways the bully never does. I never enjoyed being called faggot in high school but I did force me to examine the nature of sexuality in way that many men never do.

wheel02

wheels in the air

Next up was Dan Curtis Thompson with a story of recovering from a tough break up & getting back into the dating game. He gets caught between a booty call or time with a woman he really longs for. Should he follow his dick or his heart? Funny, emotionally true and performed with self-deprecating sweetness he showed us another side of talk to the hand.

wheel01

under my wheels, anyone

After a brief break the delightful duo The Vaudevillian (Brendan J Stephens and Willow Walker) hit the stage for an energetic set of old-time music. Excellent guitar work, simple washboard (with bells) rhythms gave us a set that was like being on a seaside boardwalk in the 20’s. I loved being taken to another time by their effortless performances that let the natural humour & emotion of the music carry us with them.

Lizzie Violet put together yet another cabaret of great talent. I can’t wait till the next one.

samples

 

I read some of these when I hit the opened stage:

Children’s Skipping and Play Songs of Isle St Nuit

mama kentu

she makes a list

mama kentu

she makes a list

makes a list

she holds tight

in her fist

in her fist

 

mama kentu

she makes a list

she take it to

the snake skin man

the snake skin man

and on the list

she writes

salt and pepper

salt and pepper

on the paper

salt and pepper

give me a candy

and all will fall

into the list

mama kentu

she makes a list

***

three little babies

left out in the rain

one had six legs

the other had pain

the third

was shed

to become the skin

of the next of kin

three little babies

left out in the rain

***

call me quick

call me trick

and the leaves will leave

and the rain will fall

take the time

to bring back my ball

we see the world

all in all

I will go to France

you will go home

because you  wet your pants

I will to heaven

and you will go to hell

because

you have no secrets to tell

***

1   2

we march and we flew

3   4

we found the key to open the door

5   6

the snake in the stick

7  8

he made us wait and wait

and when got back again

it was time for

9 and 10

9 and 10

fingers and toes

one to touch the sky

the other to touch his nose

***

father father

call us to your church

father father

let us learn to sing

mother mother

we know the Mary mild

we have the reach

we have the perch

high in the trees

where the dead children chirp

we know the way

we know the day

father father

call us to church

***

I have seen

we have seen

your mama and your papa

with the mambo snake

he was green

and he was slithery

and we were busy

in the kitchen

so he would go

to your house

eat you all up

faster than a mouse

***

the forest is wet

and we are pretty

we have no place to set

our feet

that isn’t dirty

****

the three red boys

bring the snake his joys

the little green bird

swings and sings

this the pail

and this is the brook

we all know the  skin

and we all feel the grin

as the joy goes up

and boys go down

***

skip a rope

find a slope

bring a stone

and start alone

jump and weave

time to leave

for the next to jump in

quick

quick

what list did she bring

salt pepper

salt pepper

fast slow

and away we go

***

snake jala

snake jala

didn’t finish her dinner

come out come out

we want to see

if you got thinner

snake jala

snake jala

don’t be shy

we won’t make you cry

just finish your dinner

slip and slip

we are ready

to see to play

come out now before the crack of day

***

he hides and waits

slake and fakes

hunts and kills

so get you home

before the sun

slides behind the hills

sleep tight

sleep at night

and all will be better in the morning.

Like my pictures? I post lots on Tumblr

cage04

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/topoet

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s