Last week I went along to Xpress Yoself, a monthly poetry night in Georgetown which is held at Upscale, one of the swankier venues in town.

The night has been running for a couple of years now under the direction of Yaphet Jackman and features poetry and story-telling from a cast of regulars, clips from the Mos Def-hosted Def Poetry and an open-mic section.

1 August was Emancipation Day, with celebrations across the country – the biggest of all being held in Georgetown’s national park – so it was inevitable that Emancipation was to be the theme of the evening.

There was a decent turnout, although the hubbub occasionally obscured the poets’ words. The first-timers struggled to command attention, but the opportunity to gain stage time is important for anyone starting out. The crowd didn’t ignore the performers and were generous with their applause, congratulating anyone brave enough to step up and express themselves.

It was hard to catch many names, but the highlights were an impassioned call to action from the fiery-eyed regular Jerome Hope and a lady’s expression of pride for her motherland.

Most impressive, for me, was Kojo McPherson (in the pic above), chief scriptwriter for Merundoi (think the Guyanese Archers) who has also been a student on our web skills course. He read at least three poems, the first a personal spin on Gil Scott-Heron’s ‘The Revolution…’, the last being an open-hearted love letter he’d written as a young man.

Xpress Yoself have a Facebook group and a YouTube channel with videos from previous evenings. This is an earlier recording of Kojo McPherson’s ‘The Revolution’.

The drive from the airport into the centre of Georgetown was filled with sights – colonial-style wooden buildings (usually on stilts – this place is below sea level and liable to flood), fields of sugar cane, beer and rum distilleries and a minibus nose-down in a ditch with a crowd (all seemingly unharmed) surrounding it.

It was pretty obvious I wasn’t in Birmingham anymore.

Since settling at the apartment it’s the sounds that are the most distinctive; there’s always something making noise somewhere. After only a few days I’ve realsised I’ve started to tune out many of the most common sounds. Before I start to ignore them completely, here’s what’s been filling my ears:

The car horns that are used almost as frequently as indicators (and for the same purpose).

The dogs that erupt at night if you let the door to outside bang shut. I’ve learnt my lesson now.

The crickets that chirrup with a metronomic rhythm; at first I wondered if their noise was being made by a generator.

Chutney’s a new one on me – an uptempo mix of soca (think souped-up calypso) and Bollywood music. They seem to like it at the rum bar just over the road.

My shouty neighbour who, at 6am every morning, has an impassioned conversation/argument with someone on the phone. Still, the early starts mean I can get a little work done before I go off to teaching.

We’re off to an open mic poetry night at a place called Upscale tonight. Or tomorrow. Reports seems a little confused. Either way, it seems pretty apt, so I’ll try to make it along and report back.

(Pic – Station Street, Georgetown by Chris Unitt)

Facing a sea of faces from a stage can wrack the nerves. Writing your first post on someone else’s blog can too.

My name’s Chris Unitt and, if I’m feeling slightly fraudulent posting here then it’s because I’m certainly no poet. In fact, although I often write professionally, I wouldn’t go so far as to call myself a ‘proper’ writer either.

I’m a blogger. To get all metaphorical about it, Wordpress is my stage, Delicious and Evernote are my notebooks and Twitter is the chat in the bar afterwards. Here’s me with a computer, see?

I’ve been doing a little work with the good folk of Apples and Snakes and they’ve kindly asked me to provide some thoughts on this blog over the next couple of weeks.

I suppose, because the aim of MPOY is to explore real and virtual space and given my profession, I should concentrate on the virtual. However, what interests me are the places where the on and offline worlds intersect – hopefully (but not always) for the better.

In any event, real and virtual spaces are both going to play an important part in my life over the next few weeks. As far as the real world is concerned, I’m about to go and catch a plane to Guyana – I’ll be staying in the capital, Georgetown, for the next four weeks.

I’ll be there to teach web skills to youth groups and charities – that’s where the virtual comes in. You can read more about the project on the Digital Guyana blog.

There should be plenty for me to write about. In the meantime, I need to finish packing.

(Photo by Lee Allen)