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A Night in Wood Green

for Kabaret @ Karamels One Year Celebration 

Right right at roundabouts.
Into Western Road,
then left at Coburg.

In factory stables;
devoid of hay
and horse latitudes.

An opening night,
in Wood Green
at Kabaret @ Karamel.

With dub echoes,
shaman ceremonies,
and chocolate ghosts.

A celebration of
how things can be
with a freed imagination.


Poetry Scrap

A bunch of poets had a scrap last night.
There was blood and guts, but no high school.
This was the stuff of afternoon Assizes.
No quiet afternoons contemplating Keats.
No hosts of golden daffodils.
A tag wrestling match, ala Mick McManus.
A lyrical punch in the groin.
The Liverpool man said: come head, come head.
But nobody listened; not until the end.
When the Manc lad was laid out and carried out.
Leaving Mr and Mrs Frenzy to clean-up
the mess of bones and gristle.
And some poor sods missing missal.


Haringey Literature Live: The Ambit Vanguard | Karamel Restaurant

ambitHaringey Literature Live: The Ambit Vanguard | Karamel Restaurant.

 

DM McGill will be reading as Poet in Residence @ Kabaret @ Karamel , Thursday October 2nd. Its Free and Its National Poetry Day. So come along !

Chocolate Factory 2.
4 Coburg Road,
Wood Green London,
N22 6UJ


Poet in Residence

We’re pleased to announce that Dan McGill accepted our offer to join the Kabaret team as Poet in Residence. Here’s his first poem, after a fabulous night courtesy of the band Morton Valence, who thrilled a full house with their post-modern Urban Country sound


Along the Coburg Road

The spirit of George Hamilton the IV
walked abroad last night:
Among the wheel tappers and shunters.
The hipsters and their women.
The fellaheen’s and their fellahs.
Along the Coburg Road.

He sang in harmony
with the fragile girl, in a pretty dress.
And held her steady as she shook.
And he waltzed in time
with those sad hearted ladies.
And made them happy once again.

Come along with me you single men,
he called-out from the stage.
Come listen to my pedal steel,
my drums and my guitar.
For winters coming, its getting dark,
and summer has left the air.

So keep warm with me.
Stay a while with me.
With my old love letters,
and my shimmering sound,
and my minor chords.
Along the Coburg Road.


A Night in Wood Green

Right right at roundabouts.
Into Western Road,
then left at Coburg.

In factory stables;
devoid of hay
and horse latitudes.

An opening night,
in Wood Green
at Kabaret @ Karamel.

With dub echoes,
shaman ceremonies,
and chocolate ghosts.

A celebration of
how things can be
with a freed imagination.