It’s Sunday 5am and I’m awake and actually moving. Ahead of me sits half a day of travel from Bristol to Norwich and back again. Over the next 48 hours I will spend 14 of them on a coach. And probably another 6 wondering around lost. But, between the outbound journey and the return leg is one of the best experiences I’ve had since I started performing poetry 4 years ago. When you see open submission calls on Facebook part of you never expects them to go anywhere. There are a lot of time wasters out there in the poetry world, but between Billy Pilgrim and his cousin, the Heartsease Kid, rarely will you see so much ambition. Not to mention kindness. BPTHK and their family and friends are some of the most open and welcoming people I’ve ever met. From their first hello to their final goodbyes there were smiles on their faces, warmth in their hearts, and drive in their eyes.
Billy Pilgrim and The Heartsease Kid love what they do and they are going to show you. They aligned the resources, got the studio time, found some knockout poets, produced the music, edited the tracks, printed the CDs, had the artwork made, booked the venue, and gathered us all here.
Sunday night. Norwich. Packed venue. 9 nervous artists. There’s a trepidant air. Few of us have done this before, But then bang. We’re off. No turning back. The open mic’ers are warming the crowd. One by one to whoops and cheers. I’ve not seen Norwich’s poetry before but these guys could give London a run for their money.