A direct quote from the gorgeous Paula Varjack, compere of the poetry and words stage. If those words aren’t enough to tempt you away from your small, wet tent then read on cos these poets are where all your unanswered questions about why the ‘f’ we plonk ourselves in fields and roam the caged land, and what we should do with this no time we have brought/sold our performance for
Festival tips from their lips*
*And through my ears and down my pen
What a gent, delivered a most generous welcome to Glastonbury 2014, to the signers that translate our poetry with their bodies, gave a few festival tips you shouldn’t do:
– Speed before breakfast*
– Keep your eggs with your bacon and your poo in your eye
– Shop in mountain warehouse for trousers
– Get naked to take the bin out
And one that you, DEFINITELY SHOULD do:
– Let the pig out = dancing like your body is telling the intricate story of each sound.
See Chris again on Saturday 13.50
* Poem called Speed brilliantly kept up with by Catherine, the sign language interpreter.
Took the reins from Chris and steered us in to an honest account of her school staff room. Seeing the system we put young people through from the other way here are some tips on how to not be a dick to young people, people in general.
– If someone is clearly engrossed in a book, let them live in that world for a bit
– If you are desperate for a revolution you probably should lay off the dugs so that you can not only imagine, but action that desire.
– Know the words you wish to say and save enough breath for them
and one specific and quite useful hustle to keep in mind for all festival glory:
– If you have run out of money and need a chai tea fast… Charge people 50p to look at your tattoos*
*if you don’t have tattoos fear not, a smiley face and friendly tone will get you many gifts, if not of chai then definitely of happiness
See Jess again on Sunday 12.50
Tim whoever you are you are a great man. Thanks for helping Andy, he has transferred that energy into these superb ideas*
*He may have had them before but you gave them a great context.
3 ideas to have fun with this festival
1. Philosophise until you feel how good it feels to be good
– Label every picture a song
– Picture frog eyes on your wellies and stare into both of the eyes at once
2. Find the power in the context
– See what you are in, how you treat it
– Stay and face the world even if you are bricking it
3. Emotion is contagious
– Send emotions like tweets
– Use each other as our mirrors
Fourth overall/general rule/tip/suggestion/exploration:
Find your joyganaut
Watch Andy flaunt his Joyganaut on Saturday 14.15
However big you think you are don’t sell out the stars in your belly
Eating is to keep yourself going to have a nice life; not a reward or punishment
Forgive for yourself – your mates lose you you lose the who cares forgive choose to be happy, dance until you wobble arm in arm across drunken campsites
Come along shout Sally’s name, she will appear and you can take her home in a book (buy buy buy)
Stand stock still in the middle of a busy junction and wonder why normal equals perfection.
Collaborate spontaneously and with your heart.
Discover how to speak with your body, how sound is touch.
Watch this man on Sunday 15.20
This guy is brilliant, here is are several slithers of his wisdom, stitched together:
– Wave to people who wave to you too
– Check out the skies ammunition
– Dance like volcanoes as if your sleeping bag has insomnia
– Drink a dirt of strongbow and grow an arrow in your stomach
– Shake the piss off your penis
and even an exit strategy:
– When relocating from tent to home pray for a black hole then find one, a real one.. A bin
– Say goodbye to your ground, remember how your body moulded with the earth and say Thank You.
Come come come see him on Sunday at 12.00.
Reminded us to return sentiments, if someone helps you out here in these fields then pass that good deed on
If you find that suddenly you can see the whole would dancing but can’t hear the music, don’t believe the person that tells you there is no more music left, here is where there can be no mirrors, no eyes, just hearts. Stomping (wading).
And if all else fails know the love, food and water won’t.
Come here more from this gifted poet’s mouth Saturday 17.15