Taking his poetry from the street to what some would call more sophisticated places—maybe not the word Spike would use.
Giving the 18th-century revival a sprint for its shillings, acclaimed journalist, poetess, and hostess, Allegra Handelsman, resurrected some of London’s most lauded youth, like Dakota Warren, for a verseful night.
Perhaps he was too focused on his feet to pick the right trainers. Though he didn’t quite catch the outfit theme, a typewriter and off-the-cuff poetry were Spike’s suited contributions.
Late-June, Worthy Farm, near the park, lies the robohaven pier. Where organic, mechanic, and spiritual combine for shoreside entertainment on the Great British teal promenade, above a swaying sea of grass.
Produced by Showponies Studio, Leila Jones and Meg Lawrence, alongside the creative execution of Joe Rush, Rampage, and the Mutoid Waste Company.
Some pinball, a helter skelter, robarbershop quartet, even an ensemble of wires, pistons, and hydraulics, mesh with comedians, a Palestinian circus, synchronised swimmers (who paddle on the wood panels), and an ocean-wide variety of other performers in and around the Victorian pier.
I could only offer machinery in the way of my typewriter; the rest of my act was disappointingly human. Despite my perpetual hangover, lack of sleep, and duty as a runner for production, the encompassing excitement was far too great a force for writer’s block.
I sat within the brisk September garden, taking his time with these poems. Priyanka ushered reflection, a connection with the present, and a moment to pause.
Authentic South Indian cuisine by Studio Priyanka in Notting Hill. From ancestral recipes, made by hand, to be eaten by hand on the banana leaf—a comforting reminder of home, or a venture into a world unexplored.