CultFusion #8 - the abbreviated version

MOMENTOUS news! Assuming you're easily excited...

CultFusion has been invited to stage a 75-minute bonsai version of itself at Ocean Terminal on the afternoon of Friday 16 September as part of the Summer Anywhere Festival of poetry, spoken word and music. 

Emerging performance poet Colin Nelson ("a horrible man writing horrible poems about horrible things. Horribly") and Anne J A Jones, whose short collection of poems in Scots, Sluther Intae Hur Skin, was published this year by the Handsel Press, will join CultFusion's resident versifier Rex Sweeny to provide a delectable hour-and-a-bit of poetic diversion for weary shoppers, nascent suicide bombers and anyone else who chances to stray into the Living Memory Association's "Wee Hub" (in what used to be Debenham's) between 2.15pm and 3.30pm on the day in question.

Musical relief will be injected by The Arsenic Babies, a guitar duo comprising CultFusion veteran Kriss Robb and his current partner in crime Andy Farrell, who as a classical guitarist added an extra dimension to CultFusion #7.

Frankly, what more could you ask of a Friday afternoon? And the whole shebang, like the entire festival, is FREE. So be there - or risk a life of lingering regret!

 

Photo "Leith is burning!" by Amory Crossing, used with permission.

 

 

And this is the programme for the whole festival (click to enlarge):

 

What we learned at CultFusion #7

TWO claims made in the previous post were convincingly denied on the night by those best placed to know.

 

Vicki Feaver, she revealed, did not win the National Poetry Competition; she was runner-up. And Andrew Blair was known as the Godfather of Edinburgh Poetry not because he was controlling it all but because he awarded himself that title in order to annoy a specific individual (not named).

 

CultFusion has signed a solemn and legally binding undertaking never to repeat these disgraceful assertions, which contained not a solitary jot or scintilla of truth.