Indubitably, I write freely
even nonet form shan’t heed thee.
Flutter in syllabic glee
butterfly mirror me.
Forever flexing,
never vexing.
Dancing pen
it gives
life.

Where once there stood five characters,
now just stands the man.
I’ve danced with demons as Indigo Angel,
heaven’s halo heavy on my brow.
I’ve slammed soliloquies and toped treatises,
but El Poetico’s mask rests meekly.
I’ve travelled through time in top hat and tweed,
yet Sir Benjamin’s cane now travels the seas.
I’ve danced on floats and walked in parades,
yet Bidaman is more than this cape.
As the Cowboy makes his final stand,
the sunset smiles as the true man rides.
Where once there stood five characters,
now just stands the man.
Not all penguins like the cold,
many live in warmer climes.
From Africa to Oceania
they squawk and wobble
in sea and sun.
Not all penguins like the cold,
many habitats shine like souls.
Their cheery demeanour
is a brighter feature
than ice covered skies could find.
Not all penguins like the cold,
leave your assumptions at the door.
Not all penguins like the cold,
as many live for more.
Italics of imagination…
Ah, the freedom of creativity.
My tale is not one of the tortured artist.
Doubtless I have carved statues from my pain,
Obliquely however, as it doesn’t fuel me.
Instead, it was merely a dark cloud that followed me.
Now, I reside on a plateau that the clouds cannot reach.
Gratitude is a seed that’s nourished roots of abundance.
My creativity freed me from the shackles of the black dog,
Undeterred, I use its collar as a crown.
Could that my younger self could feel the reverberating ripples of hope.
How he would smile for me now.
Boldly, I encourage others to follow their passions….
Eternally grateful for the gifts mine bestowed upon me.
Torrid times are no more.
Today I smile where once I shuddered.
Eventually, hard work met opportunity.
Right… on… time.
Why don’t you just Biscoff?
It’s Club biscuit tier but it ain’t that mint.
It belongs in B&M for when you’re feeling skint.
It ain’t that mega, and it ain’t that great,
it’s too mid tier to even hate.
But the poshies and hipsters they find it delectable
while frankly I find this unacceptable.
Pushing up the prices of a working class biscuit,
Now we’ve got beef cos you’re taking the brisket.
It belongs with the Bourbons and the Custard Creams,
Not even a Nice biscuit, as they’ll have you believe.
So before making cheesecake with this as the base,
or slapping it on top of another cupcake.
Why don’t you just Biscoff?
Why don’t you just Biscoff?
Styx and tomes waylay my soul
but Olympus never scared me.
I plucked and shorn a Minotaur
and found it mighty hairy.
Styx and tomes are cold to hold
Their tales are often haunting.
I won’t be beat, I find my heat
Like Vesuvian molten vaulting.
Styx and tomes may take their toll
yet coins they are aplenty.
They pass through hands like timeless sands
yet silver cannot tempt me.
Styx and tomes are not my home,
In truth they can’t confine me.
Think not the page, but check the stage,
for there you’re bound to find me.
It has to rhyme, says the guy with the pie
and be sure to add some flourishing lines.
Check on the metre like emergency credit
and if you tell me the rules I’ll say
“nah mate, for forget it.”
A template is a shell in place of a seed,
so grow your own writing
and at your own speed.
Foolish fuckers say “tell us a joke”,
Unaware, they choose to “be that bloke.”
Now would you ask a builder to do work for free?
Nah, instead let’s look at etymology.
For I can educate you more using Haggard Hawks,
Undo the damage of squawk and gawk.
Not gonna go on BGT,
Nah fuck that, it just ain’t me.
Forward thinking from the underground,
Until solid roots are all that surround.
Now if I wanted a cheap gag I could compare that to Jada,
Not me though, I’d rather quote Darth Vader.
Acrostic etymology, it’s right on the money,
Y you ask? Man, that’s funny.
It’s been awhile since I’ve updated folks on the progress of Unmasked since the previous preview in September 2021. As some of you may know, the studio has been having some building work and equipment upgrades so the soundscapes are still a work in progress (we worked on one last night).
However, I can announce that the visual art side of the exhibition is absolutely good to go. The final version of the masks arrived on Monday and Miel Timtiman has done a spectacular job. I can’t wait for you to see what he’s made. The art work by Nigerian artist Akilo Joseph is being printed and framed as we speak. There’ll also be an appearance of a piece by Accrington’s resident poet-cum-artist Jonny Lindsey aka Paint Yer Brain.
The exhibition has been supported by Graeae Theatre as a participant of the Beyond Programme. As such, we have decided that in the interest of accessibility we will be holding the event on the ground floor. As the ground floor is considered a free house we cannot legally charge people to be in the space, however, we felt that accessibility was the more pressing concern. That said, donations are very much welcome.
Here is the copy for the event which will take place on Wednesday 13th April at The Peer Hat, Faraday Street, Manchester, M1 1BE:
Following on from September’s first preview of Unmasked, we’re back at The Peer Hat on Wednesday 13th April for the final performance ahead of Ushiku submitting his DYCP activity report to Arts Council England.
In Unmasked Ushiku Crisafulli uses hip hop, comedy, soundscapes and theatrical monologues to explore autistic authenticity and autistic enjoyment.
It will also feature an exhibition of masks created in partnership with Filipino artist Miel Timtiman that challenges infantilising language around autistic enjoyment and autistic authenticity while also offering a global south perspective on the importance of creating art from recycled materials and environmentalism that were created using a micro bursary from Graeae as part of the Beyond Programme..
There will also be art commissioned from Accrington based Jonny Lindsey and Nigerian artist Akilo Joseph.
Following on from the initial sharing Ushiku made a conscious decision to include an array of incredible supporting artists whose own experiences include those of dyslexia, dyspraxia, mental health and neurodiversity.
Tom Juniper is an autistic and genderqueer poet based in Sheffield, UK. They have been shouting rhymes at microphones for almost two decades.Tom writes poems about identity, oppression, politics and monsters. They enjoy playing with poetic form, nicking ideas from folklore and making everything a bit gay if at all possible. (They don’t have any merch to promote at the present time but a pint after the show is always appreciated if you want to show your support.)
Sketch is a rapper, producer and poet based in Manchester, England. Since signing with madness records Sketch became 1/5th of ‘The Commission’, the labels own gangster racket posing as a hip hop collective.
Kate Ireland is an artist, writer and performer hailing from Glasgow currently living in London. Her work explores capitalism, empathy, mental health and the mundane.
Anthony Briscoe is a performance poet and socially engaged artist from Blackpool, currently living in Manchester. His poetry ranges from socio-political commentary, space, advertisements replacing love and even clown funerals. Anthony likes to mix the serious and the silly to discuss meaningful issues through an absurdist lens, using his background in theatrics (BA HONS in contemporary theatre – Lancaster university) to add an energetic, engaging and entertaining performance to all his material.
We will also be joined once more by Liverpool’s own Jonny Holland whose computer game inspired metal instrumentals will thrill you while giving you a taste of 90s nerdstalgia.
Doors: 6pm.
Start: 7:30pm.