Frankie vah

27 Apr

Luke Wright is a real poet who writes in iambic pentameters, telling the story of an eighties era entertainer called Frankie Vah, a poet from Essex. Father a Vicar – a conservative. Frankie won’t go along with this. His hero is Tony Benn and his ambition is to help him become Prime Minister and run the country in socialist style.
The show begins with a video ident of moments from the eighties. The ugly faces, the ranting poets, alternative comedians, John Cooper Clarke, the women of Greenham Common, the ever present spitting image of Margaret Thatcher.
Luke appears as Frankie, he dresses like an eighties icon specially featuring the Doc Martins which allow him to move like a dancer. This is a poet who behaves like an actor – (unlike the poets we used to have on our poetry evenings at the Pindar. Mind you the presence of beer might have created much of the atmosphere in those days.)
After messing up his degree he meets his girl friend Eve who is also a lover of Doc Martins. She is a painter and in no need of a husband type of boyfriend. They have fun together especially after he storms from the family home after owning to his father that he has always had to pretend to believe in God and religion. Frankie is much more on the side of Tony Benn, (Power to the People)
We follow his career in performance poetry and his involvement with a soul band. He becomes more and more successful always fighting for his hero. When the election arrives, his young heart screams out ‘Let it be Benn’ Sadly it doesn’t exactly work out and he then blames it on Neil Kinnock.
This is his downfall. All ends in tears and Margaret Thatcher – as it did for all of us at that time. He called her Lady Winter. The lady is not for Turning, and not for feeling either.
Luke Wright is a born performer with an actors voice and a dancer’s body. He is worth going to see because his performance has great entertainment value. It is a brilliant poem, with a lot of laughs and a lot of drama.
The strange black room upstairs at the Soho Theatre was disaster for me last time I went to see a poet there. I couldn’t keep awake. It is a closed room and rather warm. But for Luke Wright one wouldn’t want to miss a word. His work is riveting. Divided into convenient stanzas and each slice is produced at different areas in the room. His rants on the microphone are greeted with huge rounds of applause.
Definitely worth seeing and hearing.

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