I am not a Greek hero
Does that shock you? do my words scathe?
That I do not need your words to kill my mother
Is that a revelation?
Such words would be unwelcome. I would rather
You had fallen into the Nile to drown
Does that surprise you?
Even Alexander preferred the cult of conquest to Roman adoration
(or, at least, he should have)
Do not yet deify me
Surely that is owed to you
Shrines to the unwelcome
Burned throughout a disintegrating empire
Freedom lost to the individual
I owe you that much.
My first play is being staged at the National Theatre!
I’m really excited about this – Broad Shadow, my first play, is being staged in the National Theatre in London from 6-8 July. It will be on the Dorfman Theatre at half five each of those nights. Booking opens from the 21 June.
Follow the link at the top to read the article in The Stage.
Pygmalion is dead
Has gorged herself
On excess, glorious excess
Torn from the inside
One million, million, billion atoms
And minimal cohesion
Crying in the graveyard
Cracked and broken nails scrabbling through the dusty, grey gravel
And below, to the fertile, fallow soil
Lungs black with poison self-administered
And further, to where the splinters
Tear at her gangrenous fingertips
‘Why did you mould me? Why do I decay?’
The gilded cot is empty. Peace! no tears
Will call the shepherd of her righteous years
could talk for England, of course, but what did you expect?
and the energy! out
always positive – it’s funny, really
and a real bitch – but only when you need a bitch
much easier than a dog, wouldn’t you agree?
the sidekick – we all need one
-and they make such lovely pets