GLITZER HUND – LoewenMouthy, Nottingham to Germany

22 May

I was recently granted a place on the Mouthy Poets international spoken word tour. Well, when I say international I mean we went all over Nottinghamshire; from London to Worksop, and ended up in Braunschweig Germany. So yes, technically I was carried in between nations.

At the very end of the Germany tour stop we were asked to describe how we felt about the trip, before arriving and having done it, using an object. So, here’s my object for you. Imagine a hoover, right, you know like a VAX or something – the upright kind. Now you know when you’re hovering around the bed or the sofa there’s always a receipt isn’t there? Like without fail there’s always some sort of receipt that gets sucked into the base of the hoover, with the brushes and beaters on the roller, and thrashes and flaps itself around in raucous tantrum – right? Well before I got to Germany, I imagined I was the terrified little receipt, with this huge VAX coming at me about to thrash me around. I was never smart enough at French in school to be able to learn German so I knew nothing, my appetite is ashamedly English, and the prospect of outfit planning for a week in advance was mammoth.

Off the plane and I was a definite Brit abroad, a tired Brit, but nonetheless, arms out legs out lapping up the sun. After, let me think – what was it? Something like two taxis, three trains and a bendy bus we finally found Anna and Merle, the head LowenMaul and her intern from the Straatstheatre, where our work would be based all week. They took us to a gorgeous little bar & restaurant that kind of doubled as a for sale-charity shop-art shop-knitting club-quirky hole in the wall. We met a few more of the LowenMaul members, all of whom were beyond lovely, and then were sent off to stay with our retrospective new families. This is where I met the German halves of my soul… Sorry, is that too dramatic? But really though.

I was staying with Laura, another Mouthy poet, and with Merle and her mum and dad Anja and Uwe. Anja is a magician and Uwe is a biologist who specializes in bats! Bats! Like fruit bats, the little cute ones, and Merle showed us a video of them feeding a little bat with a cast on its wing, and he was called shredder because he ate it all up! And Merle had a pet bearded dragon called Nepomuk. Why? Because there is a story in Germany of a little dragon called Nepomuk who couldn’t breathe fire! Why else? And I held him and his belly was soft and squidgy like a cat’s, nothing like a dragon’s at all!

We spent the week nights together, talking and laughing and telling each other about our jobs, and our homes, and showing each other our favourite music, and drinking German beer, and eating Anja’s amazing home-made jam, and she even sneezed a doughnut out of her nose. Seriously, a whole doughnut. I have fallen completely in love with them. We still talk over WhatsApp to this very day, and I miss them, like I’m actually heartbroken.

Between working, we were taken all around Braunschweig and shown some amazing sites, there was a church that still had a cannon ball wedged in the side of it from the war. It hadn’t hit hard enough to smash the wall through, so now it just kind of sulks there, poking out like a zit, forever shamed. I love it. We ate Thai and Chinese and Italian and tried all sorts of German treats. We even went on a German night out which was absolute carnage! I felt like I was in Eurovision. By then I’d learnt a few things in German, like ‘please’, ‘thank you’, ‘you’re welcome’, ‘please can I have’, ‘where is the toilet’, ‘glittery dog’ – ‘GLITZER HUND’ – which I shouted around the club all night with great pride. We went to see a German poetry slam too, where fellow mouthy poet Joshua Judson performed a whole poem of his own, translated completely into German, and he didn’t get a word wrong! It was difficult for the likes of me and a few others though, who really didn’t know much German at all, so we just enjoyed the way the German poets performed and acted, and had fun trying to spot words like ‘and’ in their sentences.

I suppose on seeing the slam the realization that we would have to perform to an audience who might not understand us really sank in. In every rehearsal all of us were trying to pronunciate as best we could, and I used gesture more than I ever would back home – I almost felt panto! On the night though, it couldn’t have gone better. We were a charge of nerves, and both LowenMaul and Mouthy Poets alike bounced off each other and I really think we made a debut to be proud of. The audience laughed and cheered and sighed and sat in stunned silence in all the places we’d hoped, and it was probably the most rewarding show out of all of the tour stops I’ve done. On the second night, my German family – whose last name by the way translates in English to the Churchill’s – came to watch us. Standing on that stage and seeing Anja, Merle and Uwe looking up proudly at me was one of those movie moments that you wish you could bottle. It didn’t feel like I’d only known these people for a week, it felt like they were mine and I was there’s and that it had always been that way. My Mum, Sister and Dad.

On looking back at the trip, everything I saw and experienced, the show and everyone I met, I feel like I’ve witnessed something I could never find the right words for. Imagine if you went to Platform 9¾’s and you ran at it, and you actually came out into Hogwarts Station. Or imagine if all those times you jumped off a chair as a child trying to fly actually culminated in you becoming Superman. Or imagine if all those outfits you’ve pinned on pinterest actually did appear in your wardrobe. It feels like that. And I’ve realized that that receipt wedged in the hoover isn’t thrashing and flapping itself around in raucous tantrum at all, it’s raving, celebrating in the breeding ground of fear, because that’s where the best things come from.

Georgina Wilding

The journey begins…

20 May

The journey toward Say Sum Thin 9 has officially begun. The Mouthy Poets have now split into teams to market and produce the summer show. We also set about honing our ideas for the performance, writing out first drafts of poems and working in groups to discuss where these ideas were strong and where to go from there.

So the groups we split into were Education and Management, Social Media and Marketing, Evaluation and Funding, Production and Stage Management, and Publishing and Merchandise. You could probably guess where I fell in, what with blogging a whole lot and that. Each group has an important role in bringing together the collective for a smooth and exciting show. Heading the groups are the Mouthy interns, making SST9 truly a show organised by the Mouthy collective. The task ahead of us is a slightly daunting one, but we’re all eager to crack on with it.

And crack on with it we did. Once in groups we laid out what it is we want from SST9, and a challenge accepted by all was to sell over 500 tickets. It’ll be a long road, but worth it all the way.

Such a turnout wouldn’t get anywhere without the poems to perform though, so first thing’s first. We got to writing our ideas centred on the theme of carnival. Despite the work being rough, the ideas at their core were really interesting and I for one am geared up to see where they go in the future. A key thing we are committing to this time is utilising the stage in the show and the use of props. In the past we feel we could have taken the idea of performance further in our poetry, so this time we are writing with a mind to perform our pieces, seizing the chance to mess with lighting, sound, props, and the stage space as much as we can. The result I’m sure will be an amazing one. And the ideas are already up on the blog too! It all moves fast at Mouthy.

With that I guess I’ve let you all know the journey has begun! Watch this space for more details on how SST9 is coming along.


Nadia Scola SST9 Idea

18 May

I have in my head a guy on a tight rope

or a jingle

like a carnival jingle.

a bio on a guy on a tight rope

(very vague im sorry )


Joshua Judson SST9 idea/stimulus

18 May
The litter strewn around the Pyramid Stage area as the clean up operation begins on site, at the Glastonbury Festival, at Worthy Farm in Somerset.  PRESS ASSOCIATION Photo. Picture date: Monday June 30, 2014. Photo credit should read: Yui Mok/PA Wire

The litter strewn around the Pyramid Stage area as the clean up operation begins on site, at the Glastonbury Festival, at Worthy Farm in Somerset. PRESS ASSOCIATION Photo. Picture date: Monday June 30, 2014. Photo credit should read: Yui Mok/PA Wire

this dude.

Georgina wilding sst9 idea

18 May

something to do with the inside of me being a house of mirrors. People trapped? People passed through and left smudges on the glass? Has someone smashed a piece of me?

Ingrid’s Idea SST9

18 May

EEEK sorry it’s late. My idea is a crazy journey to a carnival involving getting 18 people in a car.

Giulia’s idea

17 May


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