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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