Kate Tempest. This poem was written to be read aloud.

I was lucky enough to double drop on Kate Tempest at Glastonbury and she totally blew me away/ exceeded my expectations both times…

First at the Rum Shack on Thursday, where people were crowded in so heavily that people had climbed into the rafters just to hear her and spilled outside the tent. The atmosphere was electric and Kate was amazing. She belted out poetry and songs, whilst remaining both humble and hillarious in between.

The second was on Sunday, the crowd was smaller, as so many other bands were playing at the same time, but she filled the Leftfield tent and again, within 5 minutes of being on stage, an electricity ran through the crowd and we all fell a little bit in love with her.

Personable, political and honest.

Here’s a passage from the book. It was made to be read out loud.

There’s always been heroes
and there’s always been villians
and the stakes may have changed
but really there’s no difference.
There’s always been greed and heartbreak and ambition
and bravery and love and trespass and contrition –
we’re the same beings that began, still living
in all of our fury and foulness and friction,
everyday odyssesys, dream and decisions …
The stories are there if you listen.

The stories are here,
the stories are you,
and your fear
and your hope
is as old
as the language of smoke,
the language of blood, the language of
languishing love.