http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog zero quality just got better! (blogging by robin vaughan-williams) Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:16:35 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.9.2 hourly 1 http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=147&cpage=1#comment-111 Ann Wed, 18 Nov 2009 17:16:35 +0000 http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=147#comment-111 Hello Robin, I enjoyed reading your blog and I find the reviews evoke the events so that I can imagine being there in Iceland, and there at Sheffield. You show an adeptness for making something out of everyone's foibles or inconclusiveness of finish, so that I think I probably experience the event with an extra helping of cream in the way you serve it up for the reader. I absolutely love the question you pose as to whether the musician and singer were or were not deliberately apart, and your comment on a musical event being like modern city life with its sudden interruptions of cadence. You bring an angle on things in a way that resonates for me with Alan Aykbourne's plays ... but then, distracted as if that camera is on me, I went to see Bedroom Farce at the Rose Theatre in Kingston upon Thames UK last night so my mind is still reeling with his undercurrents and angles. He is hysterically funny n his truth-telling that avoids labelling, his rounded understanding of the human condition. Back to your review: an eye-opener, your words fill my ears with sound and wit as well as conflict and undercurrents. Sometimes you say things more lengthily than needed, but the feel of a live voice discussing what is going on in the event comes through all the more. Hello Robin, I enjoyed reading your blog and I find the reviews evoke the events so that I can imagine being there in Iceland, and there at Sheffield. You show an adeptness for making something out of everyone’s foibles or inconclusiveness of finish, so that I think I probably experience the event with an extra helping of cream in the way you serve it up for the reader. I absolutely love the question you pose as to whether the musician and singer were or were not deliberately apart, and your comment on a musical event being like modern city life with its sudden interruptions of cadence. You bring an angle on things in a way that resonates for me with Alan Aykbourne’s plays … but then, distracted as if that camera is on me, I went to see Bedroom Farce at the Rose Theatre in Kingston upon Thames UK last night so my mind is still reeling with his undercurrents and angles. He is hysterically funny n his truth-telling that avoids labelling, his rounded understanding of the human condition. Back to your review: an eye-opener, your words fill my ears with sound and wit as well as conflict and undercurrents. Sometimes you say things more lengthily than needed, but the feel of a live voice discussing what is going on in the event comes through all the more.

]]> http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=35&cpage=1#comment-68 Day 3, Nýhil International Poetry Festival « zqblog Sun, 23 Aug 2009 13:43:51 +0000 http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=35#comment-68 [...] language you understand little of. I recognised Kristín Svava Tómasdóttir’s piece from the Summer Poetry Jam in May. It contains the phrases ‘Mr Brown’, ‘I am not a terrorist’, and [...] [...] language you understand little of. I recognised Kristín Svava Tómasdóttir’s piece from the Summer Poetry Jam in May. It contains the phrases ‘Mr Brown’, ‘I am not a terrorist’, and [...]

]]> http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=13&cpage=1#comment-67 fragmented thoughts and unexpected collisions (open mic at the Nýhil International Poetry Festival) « zqblog Thu, 20 Aug 2009 11:39:29 +0000 http://www.zeroquality.net/zqblog/?p=13#comment-67 [...] rap (the kind where the words are forced into a rhythm, rather than written with rhythm in them), a poem from the milk carton, one neurotic piece that reminded me of the landlady from hell we narrowly escaped committing to a [...] [...] rap (the kind where the words are forced into a rhythm, rather than written with rhythm in them), a poem from the milk carton, one neurotic piece that reminded me of the landlady from hell we narrowly escaped committing to a [...]

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