Lemn Sissay

by Colin

An Ethiopian Exocet missile struck Clephan 3.01 on Wednesday.It was called Lemn Sissay. Here to pour forth a torrent of titillating, tantalising,teasing,tormenting tales of Social Security Jack boots marching over and through his early life.Of religious, manic foster parents who had him earmarked for missionary work at 2 years old, care homes and glue sniffing.The search for his Mum, denied access to him.

This was high octane anger, poetry in stereophonic, quadraphonic surround sound. All delivered with technicolour images.

"Writing," said Lemn, " Words, are gas that catches the spark and poetry the voice of the back of the mind,the unfolding of the nothingness is where creativity lies.

Although he assured the audience that he didn't perform, this was a masterclass in performance poetry.

He began with the piece 'Invisible kisses and took us on a journey to 'The prince who had no family.

It was memorable.