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Tuesday 28th May - Ross Sutherland

Don't miss the last event of the season with the brilliant poet and performer Ross Sutherland.

Ross Sutherland was born in Edinburgh in 1979. He has three collections of poetry: Things To Do Before You Leave Town (2009), Twelve Nudes (2010), and Hyakuretsu Kyaku (2011), all published by Penned In The Margins.

He was included in The Times’s list of Top Ten Literary Stars of 2008.  


His work has appeared on BBC Newsnight Review, Sky Arts The Book Show, and Radio 4's Pick of the Week. He received rave reviews for his one man show Comedian Dies in the Middle of a Joke that ran last year at The Edinburgh Festival. His new theatre show, Standby For Tape Backup, debuts at the Edinburgh Fringe Festival this August.

He has also been published in Popshot, Pen Pusher, Rising, Reactions, Tears in the Fence, The Grocer, Fleeting and the NME. His commission work has included London Science Museum, the Institute for The Future of the Book, ADIDAS and BBC Radios 3 and 4. He is currently developing a full-length science fiction film.

To date he has written nine live literature productions. Much of his live literature work combines poetry, stand-up comedy and multimedia visual. 


In 2010, he collaborated with social gaming company Hide and Seek to make Hinterland- a live game played across Edinburgh, where players created a unique poem by talking to strangers and then relaying their conversations to an answering machine.

He is also a member of the poetry collective Aisle16, with whom he runs Homework, a monthly night of literary miscellany in East London, at Bethnal Green Workingmen’s Club. Homework is a scratch night for developing new live and written work.

You can see some of his films and information about his live literature work at www.rosssutherland.co.uk

DEAR TELEPATH (NUDE XI)


Dear Telepath, 
here at my makeshift bureau,

I’m trying my hand at a picturebook
about clouds that hang above airports. 

The book is set in June 2004.
You can’t hear the polyphonic ringtones, 
but they’re there all right.

Things are pretty samey round here. 
The lake is a bit greener, 

the antique shops have closed. 
We get the hunting channel now.

I just wanted to thank you 
for the box of broken joysticks. 
It’s the kind of thing only you would think of.

No one has seen you since Jim’s party, 
where you took apart the swimming pool
 to see how it worked.

You looked so beautiful 
thrashing about in the water.
The sky full of Welsh thunder. 
Some of those clouds have won awards.

Whenever I think of you at night, 
I know you’re tuning in, 
sitting there in your house with its see-through walls, 
glass hedgerows, all of suburbia 
cut through into cross-sections.

I try to imagine the shape of my thoughts 
in the hope that the feedback loop boosts the signal:

Your police reports are inadmissible. You burn toast. 
You sold your best painting to a knob and you know it.

I hope that makes you feel a little less special.  
This town is full of kids from unaired pilots 
who sandbag their personality tests and
I’m sorry

I think you were the only person who knew 

what I was trying to do
opposed to what I actually did. 

Ross Sutherland