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A Free Write… ‘Slightly’ Edited

Posted in Part Time Poet on January 11, 2014 by Adam Broome

The themes for my upcoming Say Sum Thin 6 performance have changed quite a bit over this last festive break, but I thought I’d put this up as some of the Mouthy collective may have wanted to see it. The original theme I went for was rejection, and although that still plays a part in my newest work, a lot of it got ‘off-shored’ to this piece here. It certainly demonstrates how my writing has developed in the year since Say Sum Thin 4 – I merely place the audience at the heart of what I do, so there is a style I adopt for Nottingham crowds that doesn’t come into play here.

Free Flow


The projection of all social apprehension. A collection of all of the lies they despise, pointed in a single direction. An attempt at correcting all the neglecting collecting when they feel they just ain’t connecting. So they start rejecting, dissecting anyone they’re affecting, just so they can keep on selecting.

Hoping that something better will happen

You hit on a crush, but get rejected

And you apply for a job, but get rejected

Some ethereal force has you elected and protected as an in-balance uncorrected. You start to feel disconnected, like you’re the one person ejected from the normality that you once expected. Nothing seems whole – it all becomes cold. You start feeling like a penguin in the south pole, hustling about on an iceberg now in free flow.

Test your metal – test your creed. When you’re lost, take the lead, and sow the seeds your spirit needs. Do harder deeds at greater speeds, but prepare yourself to concede against those who’ll mislead, misread and ultimately impede you. Even those who once had you freed may now say you’re not a winning breed. I choose not to bite the hands that feed, so in these days of corporate greed, I must ask myself will I change myself purely in order to succeed?

These days I’m just a poet free-styling

Compiling lyrical hard-wiring, for myself and all the people who keep smiling

When they see me stand-up with my old-jokes piling, new-rhymes filing

Go-the-extra mile-ing for a new life-styling, because I’m sick of all this everyday nine-to-five tiling, and I know I want to change my life, but I’m just fed up of dialing

And not getting through

You see, some days the stars blaze; especially on Sundays

But my gaze is hazy nowadays; must I raise myself up now into this cash-crazed, self-praised society of lost ways? To do only whatever pays – your heart is where your home stays, do whatever mum says, regardless of your old age. And sit out in the sun’s rays, where all the lazy folk laze, and nurture all the road-rage in your mind-mazed work-cage with all the other graduated masterminds of great plays.

Will there be another page?

I already look to early graves

Dug for me before I’m due

To end my lust before it’s through

And I know I’m not the only one

You can’t pull a fit chick unless you’re a complete dick

You can’t complete your life goals, unless you are an arsehole

But you’re not

And so your soul pays the toll, and you sign back on the dole, and dig an even deeper hole. A social mole who lost control – enrolled for greatness, but not consoled.

Like a penguin in the south pole, on icebergs now in free flow.

Sometimes I struggle for that next line, convinced the words cannot not be mine. Maybe we’ll get cut down in our prime, and we can see that as a sign for us to moan and whine to all the folks we find. But perhaps, we just get too intertwined with looking to days when stage lights shine. So until then we should improve on our rhymes, keep performing, and strive to do better next time.

So, write with me.


Part Time Poet Is Changing

Posted in Part Time Poet on January 10, 2014 by Adam Broome

Memoirs From London

So, 2013 will always have a place in my heart as being one of the best years of my life – partly due to 2012 being generally considered a low-point; partly due to me doing an internship in Camden Town; and partly due to my return to the stage as my new alter-ego stage persona ‘Part Time Poet’.

Before my trip to London, my first steps back on the stage made for riveting life experiences – opening shows in Leicester, performing in small Nottingham cafes to crowded rooms, and the eventual near-highlight of the year: gigging in main auditorium of the Nottingham Playhouse at Say Sum Thin 5.

However, things got cut short when I was called off to London – my media career beckoned, and I lost my poetical momentum more or less overnight. During my six month period away, I performed on whatever evening I could, doing occasional gigs in Bermondsey, Camden Town, and even RADA. My most frequent place of visit was the Poetry Cafe in Covent Garden, where I gigged at ‘Poetry Unplugged’, run by my friend Niall O’Sullivan (who also did a great show at the Camden Fringe titled ‘Now Is Not The Time For Politics’ – be sure to catch that one if you can!)


Slam Time – The Farrago Poetry Slam is the longest running poetry slam in London, held every month usually at RADA. My one visit to perform here bagged me three new contacts, although I didn’t perform my turn until near eleven o clock in the evening. Having had a full eight-hour day, needless to say, it was not one of my sharpest performances! 

Poetry Unplugged helped to guide my Say Sum Thin 5 performance, as I was unable to attend the workshops in Nottingham leading up to the event. I also penned ‘Faces From The Upwards Escalator’ during this period, along with ‘Funny Time Of Night’ – a few of the more serious pieces to be added to my resume.

Different City – Different Audience

One thing I found hard to get my head around at first was how different the crowds were. I normally play for laughs in Nottingham, as from experience I can say that ‘up norf’, all folks would really want to do is hit the town with their ‘better half’, get some drinks in and ‘ave a laugh. In my hometown, I feel obliged to cater to this need as a performer.

Don’t get me wrong – I love serious poetry when it’s done well. Time and time again I speak about how poetry has returned my confidence to me, and how it has helped others to develop themselves. It is one of the best art forms out there today – cheap to produce, easy to consume, and with virtually a hundred percent creative freedom within the art form itself.

But in London, performing ‘The King’ (which went down brilliantly at ‘Find The Right Words’) didn’t get the audience laughing (except when we filmed it, as you can hear below!). Actually, more often than not, it was met with the one expression besides boredom that you always want to avoid – confusion. My audience didn’t get why I was using an art form so stereotypically serious and having fun with it (or maybe they didn’t get the regency reference!) Either way, it got me thinking. I was jumping the gun being in London anyway (but hey – no time like the present), but I really needed to understand my persona better if I was ever going to perform in the capital effectively.

It was great meeting Lemn Sissay at Say Sum Thin 5 – there was a guy who could pull off both deep, complex poetry to sate the academics among us; and yet also perform a four-line poem about a magpie to a Nottingham audience, and make them howl with laughter. I knew I would need to up my game on both the academic and comedic fronts to develop myself professionally.

David Bowie Is… Inspiring!

I visited many museums during my weekends in London (partly to continue my education; partly because they were all free!), but I’ll have to give the David Bowie exhibition at the V&A a special mention here, for showing the importance of ‘stage character’. Bowie had loads of personas he adopted during his shows, and I thought long and hard for ages about how I could develop a style of my own.

BowieThe David Bowie Cafe – They even made the orange juice machine into an art sculpture!

I played about with the idea of an eyeliner-drawn star over one of my eyes, but I thought this would be a backward step towards my ‘awkward teen’ years. I thought about going full-blown hipster (with hooded top, dog-tag, and all), but that wasn’t exactly being original, was it? In the end, I realised I already had a costume of sorts – my suit. It made for relatively formal attire during my shows, but an acquisition from Camden Town blended the formality of my black clothes with a touch of ‘oddness’ that I’m sure will go down well at my next gigs. It never hurts to look smart, eh?

New Year – New Phase

Upon my return to Nottingham, I realised that the days of ‘Two Minutes’ and ‘The King’ were effectively over. They worked in the Midlands. They failed in London. Using that knowledge in this new year, it is time to start writing once more. ‘Faces From The Upwards Escalator’ and ‘Funny Time Of Night’ both have films that I’m currently creating for them. ‘The Night Jimmy Got Laid’ is one I am keen to perform at future shows in the new year, although it will likely be a rarity due to it’s length!

Say Sum Thin 6 has now started being prepared, where I have decided to stick to my comedic roots. Despite now acknowledging that my middle-class dry humour will never impress the academics out there, I still believe it is the audience that drives my writing. The theme of the next Playhouse event will be ‘transformation’, and in an ironic idea that only I could have come up with, I’ve done a poem about being stubborn and not transforming one’s own artistic integrity… even when you should!

Poetical TV got some films and interviews done with me – this was the longest poem I’d ever done in one go at the time. I’ll be seeing them again in the new year; before the next Say Sum Thin event, to be precise!

In the mean time, my more serious works are being developed behind closed doors. If I cannot distribute these works to the public en masse confidently, I will need to find distributors who can look on it with professional eyes. Competitions, publishers and editors are all on the cards in the new year, to allow my more complex works to be accessible to the correct audiences who can enjoy them.

Hopefully I’ll be revisiting London on and off in the new year to test some works out down there as well – ‘Bang Said The Gun’ and ‘Come Rhyme With Me’ are two nights that I never had time to perform at during my internship, and they are two pieces of ‘unfinished business’ that I’d like to clear up at some point during my performance career.

The Part Time Poet Learns To Speak

Posted in Part Time Poet on April 5, 2013 by Adam Broome

Say Sum Thin 4 – Musings Of Sarcasm

In February I did my first performance in over eight years. Unlike theatre productions where you all act in character, the delivery of poetry is something a lot more personal, and a lot of the time people deliver it as themselves.

I, on the other hand, decided to cheat the system and create an on-stage persona who goes by the title of the ‘Part Time Poet’, by which I could use dry wit and working-class sarcasm to convey a relatable message.

The performance running time was over three hours long – The Mouthy Poets’ biggest show to date. My debut was roughly forty minutes in, and the title of my piece was ‘The King’. Since the theme of the event was ‘Love, Lace and Revolution’, I’m sure a lot of people were sat, preparing to hear about the monarchy or some such. Boy, were they in for a big surprise.

Before the event itself, I did a vague warm-up of sorts at an open mic in the Jam Cafe, down in the Lace Market sector, one Wednesday night. My delivery was rather off-timing and the crowd was extremely neutral (let’s face it, they were expecting music). However, neutral was better than completely negative, and I did hear some ‘randomer’ shout out some support half way through my act.

So evidently, after that whisky-tinted experience, I managed to perform to an audience of our mums and dads on the Friday just fine. Some left some very nice comments about my performance, which was lovely to read. I knew my poem was one of the few comedy acts in the show – perhaps the only one in the first half. The fact that the reception was so warm on all of my performances suggests to me that my strategy was correct – humour gets you browny points straight away, even if your poetry is not really that deep or complex.

On the final night, we had the better and more engaged audience, and we also coupled our acts with music, which added to the experience. I apparently delivered my best performance yet and the crowd loved it. Feedback has been positive and everyone has been really supportive.

First Steps On The Road

In the wake of SST4, I did (most notably) a set at Blackdrop, and a double set at the Leicester event Find The Right Words. Blackdrop was an evening devoted to International Women’s Day, where I dropped an unedited version of ‘The King’, and lost them at the c-word roughly ten seconds in (didn’t think about that – whoops!) That was the night I decided that EVERY performance of The King from then on would be a coughing version. As Tshaka Campbell told me – that c-word is just a little too darn offensive for most! It was also, however, the first time performing ‘Two Minutes’, and that has become a staple of my set now, despite having written it roughly two years ago!

Find The Right Words, on the other hand, was probably my best performance to date. Coupled with an awesome night out afterwards, and a really professional venue in which to perform, I did both my poems to a great response, both from professional artists and poetry enthusiasts alike. Going out and partying in Leicester that Tuesday night showed a lighter side to all the rather formal poetic-ness, and as the weather gets warmer there’ll hopefully be a few more socials alongside the performing as well!



Fellow poets Jess Green and Sean Mahoney front-row the audience at Find The Right Words as I do the first bit of my two-part act.

My poem ‘Maurice’ got published in the Nottingham University Anthology, which means I can now call myself an official ‘published poet’ (which is always nice). Can’t wait to get a copy. I met a guy called Nick Makoha, who always carries his first-ever published work around with him wherever he goes. I might just end up doing the same!

Although I have seen a lot of shows recently, looking for inspiration or just witnessing how other people use words and the microphone, two particularly have stood out for me: Niall O’Sullivan, who did a free performance at a Mouthy session one Friday, and Mark Grist, who I saw only last night, and only cost me £3. Funnily enough, both of their sets were life stories, and so epic were they in their scope, they covered all parts surrealism, humour, tragedy and inspiration. Put it all together, you get modern-day poetry! Hell-to-the-yes.

On the road ahead, I’ll be performing in Nottingham at the Jam Cafe and Blackdrop again in the upcoming months. I’ll no doubt also be scheduled for Say Sum Thin 5 which is on June 15th (only this time we’ll have the main auditorium for just one night only!) I plan to hit Birmingham soon, as I’ve met some really cool poets from there who inform me that the place is buzzing with open mics and poetry slams. I am currently developing much more hardcore poems for such events, and once they’re perfected, I’ll be right on over! I’ve developed a social media network in the last few weeks, so you can find me by my alias ‘Part Time Poet’ on Facebook, Soundcloud and Twitter!


P.S: At least I have my closing act ready!

Poetry Becomes Part-Time (The Rebirth)

Posted in Part Time Poet on February 26, 2013 by Adam Broome

Welcome to the Lost and Found

So for a little while since graduating I’ve been sort of wondering what to do with myself. Sure, I have the 2.1 in Media Production, but regardless of whatever stigma you have for the course, the fact of the matter is very few of my friends seem to have gone into what they’d been studying for. A sign of the times – but it got me thinking.

One of my life mottos is that you’re always best playing the card life deals you. We’ve all graduated in perhaps the worst recession since the Great Depression of the 1930s (just give it a few years), but that is simply the card life has dealt us. Despite being renowned for being a pessimistic prick most of the time, I actually consider this new challenge with optimism – if we truly deserve our degrees, at least as a ‘measurement of our intellect’, we should be able to consider the alternatives and make them happen.

‘Just remember, then smile to applaud all around

When the bells of Coventry Cathedral sound’

So recently, I decided to stop and re-evaluate my life. I was getting down because I couldn’t get a job… as a retail assistant? I mean, where did that come from? Sorry, no wait, not sorry-b-wha-WHERE did these notions come from? Sod this, I thought – eyes on the prize.

For a long time I thought about starting up my own media service, like a lot of my fellow course-mates have done since graduation. However, having done the business school ‘run’ for five years, I know the first thing you need is a unique selling point, which regardless of my friend’s ideas, I simply do not have one. Almost everyone has a camera nowadays, complete with editing suites, be they in mobile phones or second-hand laptops. You can sell a professional service to people, with lighting and what I like to call ‘the shit’, but even so, I saw the market was ridiculously competitive across the internet, even in the UK alone. To know oneself brings a certain elation and confidence to decision-making – regardless of my passion for film-making, it seems I am not cutthroat enough to operate in this industry.

But to turn a negative into a plus, what I can do (and have always been able to do well) is the written and spoken word. I did drama almost every year at school until about age 14 (and because I forgot my lines and got bollocked by the teacher, I got stage fright for the next eight years!) In a few projects undertaken at university however, for the sake of laziness, I made some poetry videos that were (generally) well-received. After a bit of digging, I found the Mouthy Poets operating in Nottingham, and joined the group as part of an extra-curricular activity.

Nottingham has always been renowned for it’s balls-to-the-wall attitude, and anyone who knows me remotely knows that that attitude is me all over. I generally had a pretty rough time in the last year of university, yet I look back now as using those rather edgy times as inspiration for comedy for the masses. After all, most of them wont be going to university now. I can tell them about all the joys they’ll miss…

‘For the next two years we were all related, and we all left elated and I remember that I waited outside the chip shop on Spon Street thinking that this night was fated. The friendship we created reinstated my belief that I could be appreciated.’

So suddenly, as recently as the last eight weeks, a new direction seems to be opening up in my life. I finally have a goal. The goal before was to get the degree at 2.1 or above. The new goal is to earn money and pay the debt off (and I mean actual money), and, in true ‘Adam Broome’ style, I’ve probably gone for the most bonkers solution of the lot. I make myself the institution. I can handle that. Am I not, myself, a unique person? Is that not some (vague) attempt at a business strategy? There’s only one version of me – I’m catering to a niche market.

Oh how avante-gard… yes, Mr. Lennon. You’re right. Complete bullshit. Oh well, it’s better than re-playing Mass Effect all day, waiting to get a job I probably wont like, and getting swiftly sacked after a few weeks for having a long face all day while I stack shelves (or whatever their reasonings are).

My New Alter-Ego

Part Time Poet

My First Photo – Taken at the Say Sum Thin 4 event at the Nottingham Playhouse. It’s the only photo of me so far delivering a performance. Catch the Mouthy Poets on the summer show at Say Sum Thin 5 in June!

I wanted to create an on-stage persona that people of the modern-era could relate to. My performances would not be all that serious, as I believe people want more than anything nowadays to have a laugh. That’s not to say they don’t like ‘ripping yarns’, but humour would be my focal point (and, contrary to what some people think, when I’m in my element it’s one of my stronger points!)

‘You treat my like I’m your close friend

But I think you’re just one big bell-***’

I was originally going to go with the name ‘Steam Punk Poet’, but that became ‘Part Time Poet’, as my on-stage attributes are definitely not as airy-fairy as the former title belies. After all, I am still looking for work as a media professional. I just don’t fancy my chances much is all. Adam Pacitti’s CV is wayyy better than mine, and even he had to go to all that trouble just to get noticed. So I’m taking on board a lesson from his little experiment – I make a spectacle of myself, I demonstrate my abilities as a media professional around my own career, and I become my own institution. This way is more work for me (possibly), but at least I’ll know what’s going on 100% of the time. And I’ll least I’ll enjoy what I’m doing.

I’ve always wanted to entertain people. That’s where my passion for the media (moreover, the arts) is born from. At the end of the day, passion doesn’t make you good at something, but it gets you halfway there. Breaking into the arts nowadays will be a challenge, but certainly not impossible. The way I see it, I don’t really have much choice in the matter anymore.

I’m simply playing the card life has dealt me.

‘The evil maimed and lust unchained

Shadowed stains fading like memories of Spain

Lorraine, my dame, we shall drink champagne

And I let never return that anger again…’