Ash Dickinson is a writer, poet and comedy performer. A multiple slam champion- including Edinburgh and Cheltenham- Ash won the BBC Radio 4 Midlands Slam in 2009. In the previous BBC National Slam in 2007 he progressed through the Scottish heats, eventually finishing among the top 8 in the UK. Ash was the 2011 UK All Stars Slam runner-up. In the summer of 2011 Ash embarked on a six-date feature tour of Canada, a country where he also performed in 2006 (including the Winnipeg Fringe Festival). He has also performed in Australia, the United States, Germany and New Zealand. Having hosted his own weekly poetry night in Wellington he was invited to perform at the 2002 New Zealand Festival. In 2012 Ash was flown out to both Spain and Jordan for literature events, and to the Czech Republic in 2016. Ash had a four-star rated one man show at the 2004 Edinburgh Fringe Festival and the following year formed part of Scotland's renowned Big Word during its run there. He has appeared at the Cheltenham Literature Festival, the Glasgow Comedy Festival, the Bristol Poetry Festival, The Larmer Tree, The Wickerman, the Stratford Poetry Festival and The Camden Crawl among many other events. He has headlined and featured at shows throughout the UK and performed at venues such as Ronnie Scott's (London), The Colston Hall (Bristol), Oran Mor (Glasgow) and The Jazz Cafe (London). He has shared the bill with many national and international poets as well as comedians such as Frankie Boyle and Andy Parsons. Ash has been widely published in newspapers, magazines and poetry presses. He has compered busy cabarets and music nights, performed at private functions and supported bands. He is heavily in demand to run poetry workshops. His media appearances include BBC Radio, The Times, The Scotsman, Metro and Sweet TV. Ash's debut collection, "Slinky Espadrilles", was published by Burning Eye Books in May 2012. His latest book, 'Strange Keys', was published in April 2016. "Impressive wordplay" - The Times "Clever and funny" - The Scotsman "Brilliantly surreal invention...fabulous poems" - Edinburgh Evening News "Surreal, hilarious social commentary and wicked wordplay...a master of stand-up poetry" - Apples And Snakes "A very cool combination of rap, rhyme, repetition and wry wit...Dickinson proves not only to be an incredibly gifted poet, but also a great comedian with a sharp eye for social commentary" - Winnipeg Free Press "Ash Dickinson is a performance poet for the Lost Generation. If you haven't seen him, you haven't seen performance poetry" - Federation of Writers (Scotland) "Could do for poetry what Bill Hicks did for comedy" - The Skinny "Method Poet": "The Disposable Lifestyle": "Chiller Queen":
being the sea carries a large responsibility I quickly learnt my insides took care of themselves no change there big fish ate little fish and wrecked vessels got tangled in veins and ventricles held like octopus tentacles (from "One Week At Sea") heard the one about the crash weight-loss/ bulk weight-gain/ crash weight-loss actress?/ regulates/ fluctuates/ her weight/ to keep her seen/ keep her in the magazines/ you too can have a body like hers/ salad then splurge/ pies then purge/ up and down/ one week a hologram/ the next Birmingham/ hologram/ Birmingham/ found a diet/ stuck it/ to the letter/ currently she’s a particle of light/ only observed under strict lab conditions/ a close friend says she’s never looked better (from "The Skindustry") stiff under magazines in the afterlife Glass Coffin Coffee Table Wife she’d been married to a charmer an enthusiastic embalmer so when death claimed her, he framed her laid her down, took off her glasses preserved her with gases till death us do part she’s now a work of art with a hot mug mark (from "Glass Coffin Coffee Table Wife") METHOD POET as Britain’s foremost method poet I immerse myself deeply in any subject I tackle I become one with my words I disappear for my revered epic on barnacles I attached myself to the underside of a peeling trawler for four months eating only ocean detritus and phytoplankton if you see me at times like these and think it is me it is not- I have gone native my life is essentially dedication and sacrifice striking a balance between art and life the first casualty was my first wife she didn’t understand that for me to understand office supplies...fully I had to lie in a cabinet for close on a year living, breathing, being a Post-It note I was rewarded with the four finest lines ever written about stationery - and still she left me you grieve, you hurt like acid and you move on the poems keep you warm wife number two I met on location I’d been a plastic bag and the moon and I’d been the sea now I was researching the climatic impact of festival goers on native plants by attending Glastonbury in the guise of a field poppy she’d stooped knelt over and smelt me cradled me delicately like I was new born I was so overcome I had to break character if you catch me off-guard I will tell you she never loved me more than when I was a flower people ask how we cope all this time apart but she understands this is art this is what I must do occasionally I return to our house and find odd things there unfamiliar hairs pressed into the bedding photos from our wedding placed face-down on the mantelpiece a sock, strange keys and I think these are props objects that I once was or one day may be and I’m again clinging on like a barnacle once more I’m all at sea
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