Archive | SST7 RSS feed for this section

Mouthy Family Fest…

8 Jul

SST7 Family Festival copy

Hayley Green – Headline Show Final Draft

7 Jul

Changing Rooms

{Hayley centre stage surrounded by 5/6 Mouthy’s dressed in all black}

Girl:

I am twelve

cemented in a changing room,

girls tiled on both sides –

I don’t know where to look

 

{Film running in background}

Girls in changing rooms:

I’m taking first spot behind the showers!

Don’t look don’t look!

 

Girl:

I clam up –

Make-up dolls

and curiosity

making me want to leer

but I divert my eyes to the floor

and try to avoid their sneers

 

Girls in changing room:

Pop away your tongue –

I’m not a lollipop

and this is not a sweet shop

 

{Narrator: recorded to run alongside film of taking make up off}

Narrator:

She spent ten minutes studying her timetable this morning

PE, the two letters alphabetti spaghettied

around the blue and white stripes of her school planner.

Her heart, overcooked soup in her chest

that hasn’t heard from puberty –

unlike these other girls around her

she has yet to develop breasts

 

Girl:

So I take a peak –

More out of jealousy

 

Girls in changing room:

Errrrrrrr

what you looking at lesbo?

Errrrrrrr

she’s looking at me,

she’s dirty

 

Girl:

Reverse

Tuck the peak back inside my head

gawk at the floor again –

If I look up

they’re just gunna call me a lesbian

 

Narrator:

She’s an odd sock, stale,

permeated by the words

she imagines they say

which wouldn’t be so unfounded –

she’s pounded urges so they don’t surge

through the edges of her skin,

 

moulded thoughts

to keep within parameters

of a world she doesn’t understand,

catting her back against tiles

 

 

Girl:

I camouflage myself into the background,

towel tiles around my body,

plaster myself into a hiding space

where no hiding spaces are found

 

Narrator:

She displaces the feelings

tumble drying in her stomach

and irons them onto others.

She’s stained

like the tiles on the walls around her

mosaicing her design

to look more like theirs as they change.

 

Girls in changing room:

They should be put with the boys

so they can’t look at us,

they’re more like them anyway

 

Narrator:

She’s not been sewn together quite right

A knitted jumper with one sleeve

longer than the other

still stitching new threads

onto the right places

 

Girl:

The door that separates the girls from the boys is open

for me to gumshoe towards

and through

because their bodies match mine

more than the girls’ do

 

Girls in changing room:

It’s not right that we have to hide

so they can’t see us,

they’re always looking

 

Girl: Looking, looking

They must have caught me looking

 

Narrator:

To get caught she must have been looking

so maybe it’s time

she stops tucking these feelings under her desk

unfold herself to reveal she’s just not like them –

It’s fine to have these thoughts in your head

 

Girl:

But I am twelve

cemented in a changing room

girls tiled on both sides

and I don’t know where to look.

Debris, Emily, Honey & GOA (Headline Final-Final Draft)

7 Jul

Length: 8min

Feedback: 

-Staging and performance?

Music: 

 

 

Patter Cake Song

STAGE DIRECTIONS

(Projection) Dictionary Definitions:

School: An institution where instruction is given

Lights up on a row of 11 primary school sized chairs stage right.

 

(Projection) Class: A number of persons or things regarded as forming a group by reasons or common attributes.

Choir walk onto stage in a line and sit on chairs.

 

(Projection) Immigrant: An organism found in a new habitat.

 

Emily, Honey & Debris walk into centre stage side by side looking excited.

 

Emily & Honey are in swanky individual suits Debris is in a very restrictive school uniform and steps out to speak.

 

Audio Track Start in sync with Debris exhailing

 

Debris:

Excited tie-tight, black boards sparkle white.

New school electric-keyboard fight:

I’ll be the holy computer-screen-light

in the clasp of music class. The tempting tickle

 

to spend lesson one in a toilet cubicle

where teenagers stretch and strike Superkings

‘Cause all adults are about to pickle aspirations,

the walls start to shrivel. My new bra screams.

 

There’s a knot of girls glowing on the school field

with geometrically gelled hair and make-up like maths

My leather briefcase looks crass.

Mum lied about the blazered rules of class.

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Honey sings to Emily & Debris, as if a lesson.

Emily alters Debris uniform and hair to make her look more like everyone else.

Neither of them seem sure it is the right ting, but the choir seem to be affirming it is the right thing to do by smiling falsely.

 

Honey Lyrics:

 

this kind of racism aint easy to see

its covert and ninjalike I’ve had to be

(at Emily & Debris) it puts white appearing people in a privileged place

when I go for a job they know the skin on my face

will effect my prospects in every way

unless I’m foreign in which case

They can get away

with paying me below minimum wage

They’re head is tilted to the side

I see the fake smile in they’re eyes

says they…

 

Chorus Choir:

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

 

Debris:

Mum said – tight-ties grab good grades,

History class A’s: exit the immigration maze.

Loops between letters can handwrite happiness.

Family, not friends, are all that matters.

 

Because English own money, war and world.

Indian & African run medicine.

Caribbean is the same as confrontation.

 

Their Mum’s said the same

except Eastern European

and prostitution are to blame.

 

28,000 Romanians held for crimes in London.

And I’m one of them, watching that correctly curled

cluster of girls play a Patter-Cake game –

more liberating than suffocating:

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Choir Play clap game.

Emily sings part describing, part making fun of what the choir represent.

Honey & Debris stand next to Emily, listening confused and humoured by Emilys words and also intrigued by the game.

 

Emily & Clap Game:

No tears Lorielle

Ok Magazine

Fashion – Vogue Italy

UkIP party

Mr muscle

Frizz-ease

Children’s stories

Makeup branding

Russell brand

White man

Boring

 

Politics

Bag of tricks

3 pound for a bag of chips

JLS back flips

Simon Cowell bank trips

Geordie shore

Gluttony

Porn star sodomy

Narrative binary

Children’s stories x 4

 

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Debris, Honey & Emily, alter all their outfits together.

Debris is no longer wearing uniform, but has altered it to a point where it is now her own clothes and style – she still wears the blazer.

 

Chorus Choir:

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

 

Debris At Choir:

Do we want Jonny Bravo and Shane?

Lick low lines between virginity and shame.

Squat arses into Insta-frame pictures.

Bleach skin into history filters.

 

I’ve grown into that white girl that can dance.

More than a rolled up skirt and bottom set Spanish.

This patter-cake style of acceptance squints harsh:

(at Honey)‘cause if your black your only a fetish

(at Emily)If you’re white your known as sketish.

 

I don’t want to be colonised by men

or gentrified by a syllabus,

or learn to underline the date,

without challenging the ridiculous.

 

Why are all wifey’s

light skinned mixed-race?

Sat in the back row – stagnant.

and lying about my birth place.

 

I’m Pregnant.

 

Bridge Emily & Honey (layered):

 

Deep down inside they fear me

they see something in me that they lack

they don’t have the power to create new life

or the power to make everyone black

 

so they’ve made a game we never win

blindly follow the rhythm

of their domination miseducation discrimination

pattercake pattercake

Nation miseducation discrimination

pattercake pattercake

 

Debris:

Our biology teacher described

the baby daddy as “black as prison.”

I can feel my mock-exams drop

into dark shades of statistic,

 

I can see my Mum’s fingers lock.

I can hear the patter-cake game stop

and point at the blood gathering:

a chemistry practical that’s exciting.

 

That same knot of girls said

I smelt like a used pantie-liner.

That my kind breed 10 x faster.

Why does idiocy accumulate faster than Empathy?

 

Why won’t that Geography teacher stop shouting at me?

And deconstruct the blood oozing through this wall of blazer.

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS:

Debris goes and sits in empty chair alongside the choir.

 

Choir & Honey & Emily (Reduced into Acapella)

 

Stock Holm Syndrome

Protect your genome

 

Stock Holm Syndrome

Life in monochrome

 

Eternal War

 

 

 

 

Emily, Debris, Honey Williams & GOA Final, Final Draft… ish

7 Jul

Length: 8min

Feedback: 

-Staging and performance?

Music: 

Tech: 

all sent, just awaiting sourcing out own costume, 10 chairs from Joel & will be sending projection images ASAP. 

 

 

Patter Cake Song

STAGE DIRECTIONS

(Projection) Dictionary Definitions:

School: An institution where instruction is given

Lights up on a row of 11 primary school sized chairs stage right.

 

(Projection) Class: A number of persons or things regarded as forming a group by reasons or common attributes.

Choir walk onto stage in a line and sit on chairs.

 

(Projection) Immigrant: An organism found in a new habitat.

 

Emily, Honey & Debris walk into centre stage side by side looking excited.

 

Emily & Honey are in swanky individual suits Debris is in a very restrictive school uniform and steps out to speak.

 

Audio Track Start in sync with Debris exhailing

 

Debris:

Excited tie-tight, black boards sparkle white.

New school electric-keyboard fight:

I’ll be the holy computer-screen-light

in the clasp of music class. The tempting tickle

 

to spend lesson one in a toilet cubicle

where teenagers stretch and strike Superkings

‘Cause all adults are about to pickle aspirations,

the walls start to shrivel. My new bra screams.

 

There’s a knot of girls glowing on the school field

with geometrically gelled hair and make-up like maths

My leather briefcase looks crass.

Mum lied about the blazered rules of class.

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Honey sings to Emily & Debris, as if a lesson.

Emily alters Debris uniform and hair to make her look more like everyone else.

Neither of them seem sure it is the right ting, but the choir seem to be affirming it is the right thing to do by smiling falsely.

 

Honey Lyrics:

 

this kind of racism aint easy to see

its covert and ninjalike I’ve had to be

(at Emily & Debris) it puts white appearing people in a privileged place

when I go for a job they know the skin on my face

will effect my prospects in every way

unless I’m foreign in which case

They can get away

with paying me below minimum wage

They’re head is tilted to the side

I see the fake smile in they’re eyes

says they…

 

Chorus Choir:

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

 

Debris:

Mum said – tight-ties grab good grades,

History class A’s: exit the immigration maze.

Loops between letters can handwrite happiness.

Family, not friends, are all that matters.

 

Because English own money, war and world.

Indian & African run medicine.

Caribbean is the same as confrontation.

 

Their Mum’s said the same

except Eastern European

and prostitution are to blame.

 

28,000 Romanians held for crimes in London.

And I’m one of them, watching that correctly curled

cluster of girls play a Patter-Cake game –

more liberating than suffocating:

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Choir Play clap game.

Emily sings  part describing, part making fun of what the choir represent.

Honey & Debris stand next to Emily, listening confused and humoured by Emilys words and also intrigued by the game.

 

Emily & Clap Game:

No tears Lorielle

Ok Magazine

Fashion – Vogue Italy

UkIP party

Mr muscle

Frizz-ease

Children’s stories

Makeup branding

Russell brand

White man

Boring

 

Politics

Bag of tricks

3 pound for a bag of chips

JLS back flips

Simon Cowell bank trips

Geordie shore

Gluttony

Porn star sodomy

Narrative binary

Children’s stories x 4

 

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS NEED TO REPRESENT

Debris, Honey & Emily, alter all their outfits together.

Debris is no longer wearing uniform, but has altered it to a point where it is now her own clothes and style – she still wears the blazer.

 

Chorus Choir:

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

‘we don’t want you here, I don’t want you you here’

 

Debris  At Choir:

Do we want Jonny Bravo and Shane?

Lick low lines between virginity and shame.

Squat arses into Insta-frame pictures.

Bleach skin into history filters.

 

I’ve grown into that white girl that can dance.

More than a rolled up skirt and bottom set Spanish.

This patter-cake style of acceptance squints harsh:

(at Honey)‘cause if your black your only a fetish

(at Emily)If you’re white your known as sketish.

 

I don’t want to be colonised by men

or gentrified by a syllabus,

or learn to underline the date,

without challenging the ridiculous.

 

Why are all wifey’s

light skinned mixed-race?

Sat in the back row – stagnant.

and lying about my birth place.

 

I’m Pregnant.

 

Bridge Emily & Honey (layered):

 

Deep down inside they fear me

they see something in me that they lack

they don’t have the power to create new life

or the power to make everyone black

 

so they’ve made a game we never win

blindly follow the rhythm

of their domination miseducation discrimination

pattercake pattercake

Nation miseducation discrimination

pattercake pattercake

 

Debris:

Our biology teacher described

the baby daddy as “black as prison.”

I can feel my mock-exams drop

into dark shades of statistic,

 

I can see my Mum’s fingers lock.

I can hear the patter-cake game stop

and point at the blood gathering:

a chemistry practical that’s exciting.

 

That same knot of girls said

I smelt like a used pantie-liner.

That my kind breed 10 x faster.

Why does idiocy accumulate faster than Empathy?

 

Why won’t that Geography teacher stop shouting at me?

And deconstruct the blood oozing through this wall of blazer.

 

STAGE DIRECTIONS:

Debris goes and sits in empty chair alongside the choir.

 

Choir & Honey & Emily (Reduced into Acapella)

 

Stock Holm Syndrome

Protect your genome

 

Stock Holm Syndrome

Life in monochrome

 

Eternal War

 

 

 

 

Principal – by Bea Bop (3rd edit)

3 Jul

Once, when our sands of time were strong

Shinto Earth Goddess danced with

Igbo supreme of all, Chukwu

Their breeze awoke our rhythm in fire

Bound by tradition and nature

Their light shone upon us

We existed on the same page for nearly forever

 

The winds of Fukushima blow over me

The sign from the Gods telling us to play our hand

And I am about to cut off my right one

Gambling our odds will land on united

As the fall wrenches at our bedrock

So fragile after years in concrete

 

Whilst nuclear falls out of your mouth

Black Rain trickles from my eyes

And I see wisdom

Like I see the Nigerian hurricane

That took two hundred and thirty-four hearts

From deep within Chibok’s bossom

 

I see how the Gods are not to blame

They give us ropes the length of eternity.

It is the principal we live by

Tying shambhalla knots around our hearts

Squeezing the senses from our past

So that the future shines frigid

 

We sit across the table oceans apart

Too broken for middle ground glue.

You stand on your head.

Full of Nigeria and premonitions,

Preying on the positive remains

Of skeletons forced into a negative marriage.

 

Me. I dig deep as my heart is in Fukushima.

Your eyes trace laser lines; slicing mangoes,

peaches and yams like Ninja warriors from Akita.

 

So, shedding my kimono in Kyoto

I wear split-toe stockings on my feet,

Tiptoe to you in Manga dreams

Serving you tea in ceremony

Then I sit in Nagasaki Peace Park

Praying that devastation will not hit

 

Too late, your words hit the target.

And I want to pound yam until the mortar splits.

Fufu was always hard work for me.

I used to peel grapes for you.

You never really liked my fruit.

 

You said that if you left me I would fall apart.

But like Maya still I rise

For you I will travel to Chibok

And open up the earth to reveal our lost children

For you I will hack at the temples of my beliefs

And win you back

By cutting off my right hand.

10 Reasons to go to Say Sum Thin’ 7!…(instead of Splendour)

23 Jun

Hello my name is Rosie and I am doing my work experience at Mouthy. I chose to come to Mouthy because I enjoy creative writingimage and wanted to know what it’d be like to have a job in that area…also my mum wants me to be like Debris when I grow up. And so I have written this blog about why you should come to Say Sum Thin’ 7 instead of Splendour!

 

10 Reasons to go to Say Sum Thin’ 7!…(instead of Splendour)

  1. Tickets are only £14 (£10 at concession) for a full day of activities and performances that’s £28.50 cheaper than Splendour, for the same price you could come to Say Sum Thin’ 7 and bring 2 of your mates!
  2. It’s inside  the Nottingham Playhouse with all its resources, if the weather takes a turn for the worst you won’t be in a muddy field queuing for a portaloo
  3. Say Sum Thin’ 7 offers the chance to not only watch performance but also take part  giving you the chance to get involved, moving around to activities (without the fear of someone stealing your picnic spot)
  4. Say Sum Thin’ 7 gives you the opportunity to engage with the headliner, a Q & A session will be available with the award winning poet ‘John Agard’ (who will be performing in the evening)
  5. As a student not only will you save money but gain an experience that could help your studies whilst having fun ( John Agard features in the English GCSE anthology)
  6. You can leave at any time! There are events on all day you don’t have to pay for a day pass, at £3/£2 for all activity sessions(1pm-4pm)  and £6/£4 for the open mic sessions (4:30pm-6pm) you could come along and still make it for your favourite headliner
  7. The performances are interpreted in BSL (British Sign Language)  making them accessible for a wider range of people
  8. There’s no need to spend extra money once at the event there are writing and craft workshops giving you the chance to create something yourself (instead of spending excess money on crafts from an over priced stall)
  9. Food and Drink will come with a 15% discount from CAST Restaurant and Bar ( with an all day pass wristband)
  10. And finally Say Sum Thin’ 7 will be a fun packed day with live musical and poetic performances, a chance to gain skills yourself with a range of activities and see professional poet John Agard as well as amazing performances from ‘The  Mouthy Poets’, with much to gain and at an affordable price it can be a day to enjoy with family and friends!

Hayley Green – SST7 Headline – Redraft

22 Jun

Changing Rooms

 

{set in a changing rooms, a young girl surrounded by school girls staring at her}

 

Girl:

I am twelve

Standing in a changing room

Girls tiled on both sides

I don’t really know where to look

 

Girls in changing rooms:

I’m taking first spot behind the showers

Don’t look don’t look

 

Girl:

I clam up

Make-up dolls

And curiosity

Making me want to stare

But I divert my eyes to the floor

And try to avoid their glares.

 

Girls in changing room:

Pop away your tongue

I’m not a lollipop

And this is not a sweet shop

 

{Narrator: just forward of the scene, reflects}

Narrator:

She spent ten minutes studying her timetable this morning

Two letters alphabetti spaghettied

around the blue and white stripes of her school planner

Her heart, overcooked soup in her chest

That hasn’t heard from puberty yet

Unlike these other girls around her

She has yet to develop breasts

 

Girl:

So I take a peak

Probably more out of jealousy

 

Girls in changing room:

Errrrrrrr

What you looking at lesbo?

Errrrrrrr

She’s looking at me,

She’s dirty

 

Girl:

Reverse

Tuck the peak back inside my head

Stare at the floor again

If I look up

They’re just gunna call me a lesbian

 

Narrator:

She’s an odd sock, stale

Drenched in the words

she imagines they say

Which wouldn’t be so unfounded

She’s pounded urges so they don’t surge

Through the edges of her skin

Moulded thoughts

To keep within parameters

Of a world she doesn’t understand

Cats her back against tiles

Stands up

straight.

 

Girl:

I camouflage myself into the background

Towel tiles around my body

Plaster myself into a hiding space

Where no hiding spaces are found

 

Narrator:

She displaces the feelings

Tumble drying in her stomach

And irons them onto others

She’s stained

Like the tiles on the walls around her

Mosaicing her design

To look more like theirs as they change.

Girls in changing room:

They should be put with the boys

so they can’t look at us,

they’re more like them anyway

 

Narrator:

She’s not been sewn together quite right

A knitted jumper with one sleeve

Longer than the other

Still stitching new threads

Onto the right places

to look more like them

 

Girl:

The door that separates the girls from the boys is open

For me to big toe tip toe towards

And through

Because their bodies match mine

More than the girls’ do

 

Girls in changing room:

It’s not right that we have to hide

so they can’t see us,

they’re always looking

 

Girl: Looking, looking

They must have caught me looking

 

Narrator:

To get caught she must have been looking

So maybe it’s time

she stops tucking these feelings away in a closet

Unfold herself to reveal she’s just not like them

{Turns to young girl}

It’s fine to have these thoughts in your head

 

Girl:

But I am twelve

Standing in a changing room

Girls tiled on both sides

And I don’t know where to look

 

 

 

So I’ve tried more of a script layout, does this look better than having it all over the page? I have also tried out having the narrator in 3rd person (it was originally 1st person), do you think this works?

Does it rhyme too much or does it work for this? I think I like it if I’m going to have 3 different voices going along, I don’t think there’s much to it otherwise.

Any feedback welcome 🙂