A friend of mine, in a dressing room in 2013, showed me a video of spoken word artist Kate Tempest reading her poem ‘My Shakespeare’. I liked it very much, and I’ve posted it just before this post.
Kate Tempest seems to bug a lot of people. Those people are, in the main, two things: a) not from London and b) of a certain age. People who fall into these two categories often seem genuinely bothered by people who do not. There are exceptions to this, of course. My girlfriend is a little younger than me and does not like Kate Tempest because of the rhyme scheme in the piece she saw. My mother is from New York, is nearly sixty, and likes Kate Tempest. In the main, however, a lot of people form an opinion based on the presentation of something and then stop there. It’s like snails - when you order snails at a restaurant, the waiter brings you a plate of Cthulhu’s own spawn, but you know they are delicious and you eat them. It’s okay to have an opinion about the way something is put forth, the way it is presented to the world. It’s not okay, and you are doing yourself a disservice, to allow that opinion to stop you getting to the good stuff. If you’re reading this and wondering ‘Hang on, isn’t he just explaining not to judge a book by its cover?’ you are correct, that’s exactly what I’m doing.