Jonny Fluffypunk
With his frank introduction, “stand up poet, give up guitarist” I decided that whatever this man says, I am going to trust… heres a spell I think we should all memorise and deconstruct at Stone Circle at sun rise
Coffee let me smell you
Coffee let me spell you
Come alive with your hot kiss
Oh so much better than tea
F(th)ree cups before night
Fuck tea
Energy giver
Essence of space travel condensed into beverage form
Molly Case
She stood naked in front of the Queen before she really met her, well that is certainly one way to get over nerves!
Here are some tips I garnered from her poetry set
Look up once in a while, take a look at the stars
Sit still ‘silent as an oak’
Nurse the nation, do more, be more it will be the hardest thing you would have done, financially, spiritually and physically but remember all the other arches you’ve walked under. Remember the thunder that broke
Stephen James Smith
As it was his first time here at Glastonbury, he decided to break his Glasto virginity with a poem about losing his actual real V with Anya; the celtic goddess of love.
One of my favourites to listen to and watch. His eyes closed during his poem to his mother was what poetry is at its most precious form, words that release the valve of all the things we need to say.
What is left to say is that he also hosted a great open mic to a packed tent, while the sun was shining! Here are a few bits I heard and wrote down:
Louise Loudspeaker
Dove of peace
Higher laws of justice
Man kind should live kind
To buy ourselves back from the open prison of the nation state it doesn’t come cheap
The Don
Things we can get funding for
Want a revolution but can’t get the funding
But don’t fit the criteria
Find your natural way
Eric Dickson
On the other side of the door
Watch grass grow
Don’t say goodbye to your senses
Green fields to brown
Grey skies to sunsets
Strangers are no stranger than yourself
Naked ground is steady it will hold us
Roll in the mud and wash yourself clean
Love life, live it together
Jack Bridgwater
Diary of a Glastonbury tower watcher
6.41
Heard a rustle thought is was a … Oh it’s a squirrel
Repeat every hour
Lord Trotsky
Traits of the Festival bastard: Certain people you will meet at festivals that you may not want to meet
1. Bash you out the way with their Novelty hat
2. Shout through all the things you want to listen to
3. Pass wind next to you at breakfast
4. Passed out asleep with trousers down
5. Play drums at three in the morning
6. Chill out it’s a festival I’m only pissing on your tent
Poetry&Words at Glastonbury Festival 