Paradise Now (then)

Living Theatre @ The Roundhouse

It’s drama   man   69 style
Everyone at one level   no proscenium
Performers in g-strings
cavort with the audience 
on your lap   in your face Whispering
we are not free

I recall scant of the night but the vibe
The soul baring   witness bearing
freedom radicals here to shake us up
(Legend is one night stripped-off punters
wiggled a conga down Chalk Farm Road)
 
As estranged from my father
as you can be living in a
shoebox   I had punished us enough
That night   galvanized   I stood down
from the stand-off at the not-okay corral
Kissed Dad goodnight
This I recall

 

Joan Byrne

 

 

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