Bit Of Verbal

‘Bit of Verbal’ – by producer/performer Rupert Smith of Southbank Centre’s House of Homosexual Culture
(and do have a look at the photos of the performance in our previous blogs).

Don’t forget the Stonewall@40 event at London Literature Festival tonight!

It was with some trepidation that I decided to present a ‘poetry/spoken word’ event as part of the House of Homosexual Culture’s offering at the London Literature Festival. Generally speaking, I can’t stand live poetry, and I’ve sat through enough ghastly spoken word pieces to put me off for life. But, in the interests of stepping outside my comfort zone, I put together a programme of performers who, I thought, might redefine what a poetry event could be, and at the same time challenge a few of my own prejudices.

And boy, did we succeed. We had rappers, singers, comedians, performance artists and even – yes, even a poet or two. Ste McCabe opened the show with three angry, articulate songs, his polemical lyrics underpinned by fuzz guitar and drum machine. Ste is a real star of the new queer performance scene; his new album, Hate Mail, is well worth a listen. Next up was VG Lee, a novelist who has recenty branched out into stand-up, who kept kept us laughing with her account of a recent failed relationship before reading a great piece about a disastrous trip to the movies.

Gerry Potter used to be known as Chloe Poems, a gingham-clad ‘lady’ poetess who was a star of the 90s/00s performance scene. Gerry’s now ditched the drag, and found his own voice with fantastic accounts of growing up as a queer boy in the toughest part of Liverpool – and I think Gerry’s performance cured me for all time of my aversion to reading aloud. Closing the first half was Jacqui Applebee, who gave us a mouthwatering account of a sex-and-food orgy in New York before reading her fantastic, show-stopping orgasm poem, Yes Means Yes!

We opened the second half with the one and only David Hoyle, the biggest star of the gay performance and comedy scene today, who gave us his unique interpretation of Keats’s Ode to a Nightingale (‘how much was owed to this nightingale?’) and a selection from Wilfred Owen. David must win the prize for the greatest outfit in the festival: he looked like the lesbian love child of Yootha Joyce and Bette Davis. Finally, rapper QBoy returned to the festival to raise the temperature with a very sexy performance of tracks from his new album, Moxie – lyrics, messages, dance moves and very nice abs. Ste and David sang us out with a unique duet of Ste’s Huyton Scum vs David’s rendition of Climb Ev’ry Mountain.

I challenge anyone else in the Festival to name a more entertaining event. We played to a packed house in Spirit Level, and we’ve had fantastic audience feedback. I hope we’ve proved that lesbian and gay people do poetry with as much talent and imagination as anyone.

‘The House of Homosexual Culture’ at London Literature Festival

‘The House of Homosexual Culture’ celebrates its first anniversary of collaboration with Southbank Centre and has been a constant presence on stage and backstage at London Literature Festival. You’re probably now familiar with key ‘HOHC’ collaborators, authors Rupert Smith and Paul Burston (Rupert and Paul both produce and perform – Paul: in top hat and no tails!), and ofcourse the beautiful Rachel Holmes, Head of Literature and Spoken Word, who commissions them and has been running the Festival. So here are a few photos of them all and their fellow performers from two of their wonderful events at London Literature Festival, ‘Love And Marriage’ and ‘A Bit of Verbal’. Enjoy!
Love Rosie X

“I was more of a Wham! fan myself”

On Thursday night I went to see The House of Homosexual Culture’s ‘Love and Marriage’. This was my first experience at the London Literature Festival and it was most definitely a memorable one. From the offset, Paul Burston was the star of the show, in his top hat and suit. As the youngest in the audience, he still tickled my funny bone during his narration of his latest novel ‘The Gay Divorcee’ with his use of comedic dialogue. The biggest surprise was when he stripped down to his tighty whities during a musical break to Chris de Burgh’s Lady in Red which tickled the audience for a good few minutes which made the performance a definite hit.

Stephanie Dummler and Marion Husband also gave readings of their books which were both endearing and mildly humorous however not nearly as striking as Paul Burston. For my friend, the highlight of the show was singer David McAlmont who sang b.e.a.utifully.

Profile:The House Of Homosexual Culture at London Literature Festival

Posted by Rosie Goldsmith on behalf of Rupert Smith of HOHC.
Look out for more HOHC events this weekend at SBC Literature Festival!

Paul Burston and I have been programming events at Southbank Centre, as The House of Homosexual Culture, for just over a year now. When we were first invited to put together a series of events for the 2008 London Literature Festival, we were speechless with amazement. Amazed because, despite having written something in the region of 20 books between us, we had never been invited to speak or read at a single mainstream literary festival. The inevitable conclusion was that this was because we were labelled as ‘gay writers’. Thus, when the Southbank invitation came, we felt that something really significant had changed in the literary establishment and the way it deals with ‘minority’ work.
The House of Homosexual Culture has been open for business for about five years now. When it began, it was little more than a group of friends who, frustrated at the lack of engagement with queer culture and history on the commercial gay scene, started meeting in each other’s houses to discuss interesting subjects. This quickly turned into venue-based events, and the thing snowballed from there. Within a few months, we had a residency at the Drill Hall in central London, where we started getting regular audiences of up to 200. We did a season at the Vauxhall club Duckie, playing to packed houses. Our Autumn and Christmas Fayres at St John’s Church in Waterloo attracted crowds of up to 1000 to buy jam and cakes and learn how to knit. We had tapped into something big, and we didn’t really know what to do with it.
Paul and I have known each other for a long time, first as journalists, then as fellow authors. We’ve been invited to read at the same (gay) festivals, and we’ve shared many a typical writers’ conversation about the lack of opportunities to promote our work. Paul took the bull by the horns in 2007 when he started Polari, a monthly lesbian and gay club night where writers and readers come together through words, music and lashings of alcohol. In February 2007, Polari and HoHC joined forces for a big, packed event at a club in Soho celebrating queer books – and then, the next day, we were wondering if anyone out there in the literary world was taking a blind bit of notice of what we were doing.
And then came the call from Southbank, who invited us not only to produce three events exploring lesbian and gay literature at the 2008 festival, but also to keep producing all year round. Since those first three shows in July 2008, we’ve done eight events covering everything from transsexualism to strippers, punk rock to LGBT immigration. Now we’re back at our second festival with four events that combine reading and performance in a way, I hope, we’ve made our trademark. Ever since our first Southbank event, a celebration of literary erotica that featured male and female strippers, and quickly became notorious as the show that ‘put cock in the Festival Hall’, we’ve tried to expand the notion of what a literature event can and should be by mixing readers and performers from a wide variety of backgrounds and disciplines.
We’re able to do this because Southbank has offered us the support, both technically and artistically, to do pretty much as we please. Paul and I are both authors, so our core business is writing, promoting and selling books – but we’re also students of gay culture and history, and want to celebrate every aspect of it. We like to get singers, comedians, dancers and, of course, strippers on stage whenever possible. The programmers and technical staff at Southbank have never batted an eyelid – or, if they have, we’ve never seen it.
Most importantly, working at Southbank gives The House of Homosexual Culture and the subjects we celebrate a status that they’ve all too often lacked in mainstream culture. To be here in the programme alongside all other types of literature, music, performance and visual art is to know that we’re taken seriously and judged on our own merits. For too long, we’ve had our noses pressed against the window of the arts establishment, all too aware that they wouldn’t let us in because they didn’t know what to do with us. Now, at Southbank, we’ve been let in – and they’re letting us show that lesbian and gay literature, culture and history is every bit as exciting and important as anything else you care to name. Having the Southbank on board has made us up our game – we’re constantly striving to show that we deserve our place in the UK’s most prestigious arts centre. And we like to think, when we look around the lobby and see heavily tattoo-ed queer punks, or transgender people, or gay muscle boys more at home on the dance floor, mixing with the audiences for orchestral concerts, or hip hop gigs, or heavyweight Granta-style literary debates, that we’ve added something to the cultural mix that might not have been there before. It’s a friendship that we hope will prosper for years to come.

The Game’s Afoot…

“The game’s afoot” as the Bard once wrote and certainly the game opened last night with much fanfare.

At the launch party, South Bank’s “empressaria” Jude Kelly gave the opening speech, explaining that the South Bank’s remit is to “push back the membrane” to the point that there is “no-one on the outside.” Now that’s a properly inclusive approach to creativity, artistry and expression, a rousing, modern version of ‘Cry “God for Harry, England and Saint George”’ as the Bard went on to say.

Receiving the microphone Rachel Holmes gave thanks to those people who make such a festival happen not least ,in this case, the quiet guru of the London Literature Festival, Martin Colthorpe, who Holmes described as ‘forensic’. If any of you are/were fans of the TV show NCIS then Colthorpe is the Jethro Gibbs character. He’s that good at what he does, but without the head slapping so favoured by his TV avatar. I so like the idea of Holmes describing her Watson as ‘forensic”, it has a marvellous resonance that I just can’t quite place!

Fred D’Aguiar, could be found mingling as, briefly, could Arundhati Roy before being whisked off for her sound check. You’ll have read about her event in Jayga’s excellent post below. Also spotted was Kamila Shamsie, one of this year’s Orange Prize contenders, Time Out’s Paul Burston whose new novel sounds like a hit-in-waiting, Lisa Dwan who is performing  Beckett’s “Not I” on  Tuesday and Wednesday (you really should treat yourselves to this event, it’s going to be something really rather special) and some of publishing’s ‘golden ones’, those very people who find the people that write the books that we so love reading.

All in all a great start. I’ve got to dash… or as William S. put it, and so much better, “Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more.”

More later…

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