OUT OF THE MACHINE 3, a monologue by Rupert Mallin
This is the concluding monologue of Bag Man Clive. Will he eat his Big Meaty? And what's he doing with those matches?
This is the concluding monologue of Bag Man Clive. Will he eat his Big Meaty? And what's he doing with those matches?
A sequel. Bagger Clive encounters the CEO's nephew in the factory's bagging station.
Clive returns from a long shift in 'bagging.'
This is my last nostalgic trip back to the 1960s for a while. This piece is largely improvised so I've left the glitches and stumbles in!
A recollection of the Weeley Music Festival, August 1971
Back in a small Suffolk town in 1969, at a gig in the town hall, I lost God but found The Eyelid of God!
Pubs I remember - and don't remember.
Muriel Mallin was born in Chicago but was brought up in London. Here are her early years, from the Downham Estate to the Central School of Art and Kilquhanity Free School.
Tom Mallin 1927 to 1977 - painter, printmaker, sculptor, novelist and playwright - from dating Hazel Court to smuggling paintings abroad!
Looking back in Lockdown - here are three letters to Heather. Many were published in magazines such as joe soap's canoe and Ambit.
I am presently constructing a long play set on the East Coast and am looking back at some poems from the 1990s/2000s for some 'leads'
A short talk on Socialism and Art given earlier this year.
An improvised performance at The Bending Tower Museum of Magic and Lies, the Reimagine Exhibition, St Margaret's Church, St Benedicts Street, Norwich, Wednesday September 4.
Thanks to Helen Wells for recording.
Pete is looking for a puppeteer but has he bitten off more than he can chew when Jude auditions.
A review of three paintings by Martin Laurance
The three paintings can be viewed here https://mallin.blogspot.com/2019/04/podcast-landscape-paintings-of-martin.html
Experimental poems taken fron the streets of Lowestoft
Two young boys in the hot summer of 1959 in Suffolk.
Short, flash fiction.
Buying flowers with good intentions? Buying flowers as a gift? Buying flowers to show your love? What else could we possibly buy flowers for?
An improvised talk on May's historic failure and the state of the nation
Cock and Bell is a short poem written way back in 1977 and published in Palantir 11, a magazine edited by Jim Burns
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