When you get to the thralls of May, summer works a strange sun-magic. Time-as-honey; abundant bouquets of Bacchanalia by the coast; rivers of gold and soft grass crashing down to glazed oceans… these days the world has never seemed more warm. Lackadaisical, the hazy skylines. Horizon wavering like a guitar string. Melting. Says so on the meteorological record.
We're here to witness (perhaps even engage with, God-hoping) a glowing-hot night in the flesh with partners-in-chime, Aberdeen's May Festival. Expect our usual blend of literature, intellectual pop, pop-intellectualism and good ol' hope(?), prefaced by the finest University of Aberdeen's Creative Writing Masters program has to offer.
25th May ;;; doors 7:30pm, starts 8pm ;;; Spin, 10 Littlejohn Street ;;; £3 entry, pay-at-door ;;; mWah! xxo
Golden manifestations for all. We'll meet on the other side of Everything.
& the «Council's Classification»: abdn.ac.uk/mayfestival/events/13012/