Freaking Out

In rehearsals last week, I unexpectedly made both myself and my director nearly cry. I wasn’t trying to, promise, but I had delivered one poem with such a rush of intense anger that the reflective moment afterwards took on a shocked resonance that really worked. Will I be able to recapture it in every performance? I don’t know, you’ll have to come along to one of the shows and tell me if I managed.

The poem that catapulted us both into a state of shimmering grief was Eight Finger Eddie And the Freak Family Goa, the longest narrative poem in the show, and a source of personal pride to me (my first ever sestina!) It’s based on the real-life memoirs of one of the first ‘freaks’ to make Goa their home, a man who was still living in Anjuna when I was there.

This section of the show starts with this:

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And somehow arrives here. Which is why we wanted to cry.

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About Kirsten Luckins

Poet and performer. North East Programme Co-ordinator for Apples and Snakes. First collection, The Trouble With Compassion, launched March 2016 and available from Burning Eye Books. First solo show, The Moon Cannot Be Stolen, voted second in Saboteur Awards 2014. Second show currently under construction. Poet-in-Residence at the Heroism & Heartbreak project, Hartlepool Community Archive, looking at WW1 maritime stories.
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