We have settled into our new home at The Bridge Hotel, and urge you to join us for a pint (of words) and (conceivably) cake at the usual time. We’ll be sat downstairs, or perhaps out the back, and we’ll be the ones with bundles of paper, some bound into books.
7-9 pm every Wednesday for our usual reasonably innocuous brand of word sport. This week, celebratory as our mood is, we have decided that the time is ripe for the return of, among other things, the unfortunately named…
Metaphor Madness! – An abstract noun (e.g. love, justice) and a commonplace image (e.g. birds flocking, a clown drinking whisky) are selected randomly, perhaps from a shoe. The Fun To Be Had: write a bunch of words that render the commonplace image a metaphor for the abstract noun. Just for kicks. E.g. “Birds flock behind my kneecaps, I am jelly on a pinhead under walls of sky that keep my unprotected and astounded new migration locked on course for your fresh Canada”. Or something. We’ll aim to keep it brief, but we needn’t rush it.
See how I shamelessly recycled a previous blurb? There’ll be shameless recycling and much much more at this week’s Words + Cake. The original and still the only, for better or worse, one of whatever we are.
Phase Two, as ever, entails the sharing of whatever words have broken our inner silence of late. Long ones, short ones, fat ones, thin ones. Words.
See you there, perhaps. It’ll be fun, perhaps.