Our latest event is fast approaching! Iain Sinclair, Tom Chivers, Katy Darby and Clare Fisher will be allocuting on the city. Click the image for full details.
Posted in Annexe Travelling Library, Fiction, Poetry, Prose
Tagged annexe, arts, chivers, clare fisher, fisher, Iain Sinclair, katy darby, Tom Chivers, words on cities
2013 is just around the corner! We’ve survived torrential rain, at least a couple of near-apocalyptic instances, overzealous family members around the Christmas dinner table and a slew of events that will shake their fists as we sail past into the new year. Well done!
Now here at Annexe HQ we are really quite excited about the next year. We’ve got a multitude of projects, events and books to give you that we are so proud to be working on. To celebrate what promises to be a whirlwind year, we’re kicking of with a bit of a spoken word party! On Friday 18th January we will fill the space that formerly held the BBC London offices with performances from some incredible poets, writers and musicians. Expect poetry with live soundtrack, animated stories that are illustrated as they are performed, short films, the whole nine yards. Continue reading
Posted in Annexe Travelling Library, Et Al, Event, Meanwhile..., Poetry, Prose, Sound, Theatre
Tagged Amber massie-blomfield, annexe, arts, baker street, eley williams, entertainment, Et Al, illustration, marylebone, performance, stories, talia randall, theatre delicatessen
Continuing with the highlights of our upcoming super-celebration of stories here’s another handful of incredible acts you can look forward to. Off we go! Continue reading
Posted in Books, Event, Illustration, Meanwhile..., Zines
Tagged Abe Christie, annexe, betsey trotwood, festival, gareth brookes, interrobang, jamie mills, Poetry, prose, Spoken word, theatre, zine fair, zines
Today we present to you Gemini, a short story of loss and familial bond in the Balkan Peninsula by Rob Mimpriss.
When women asked Derek Roberts about the scar on his shoulder, he would say that he had born with three arms and the doctor had left him two. If they laughed too loudly or demanded the truth he would explain that he could have been born one of identical twins, but this second twin had never separated or matured, developing only as a nerveless excrescence that the doctors had removed. And he might also say that the loss made him sad: sad that he could have had a brother, could have been twice the man he was in the world, sad also that but for chance he would have been the stunted one, the spare limb. Continue reading
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Tagged annexe, anwen, derek, gemini, rob mimpriss, romania, slovenia, story, twins
The full line-up for Interrobang Festival is online! Have a gander at the plethora of stunning acts we’ve got for you and then head over to the Interrobang website and buy a ticket! It’s only £6 after all.
Posted in Et Al, Event, Funnies, Illustration, Meanwhile..., Music, Poetry, Prose, Sound, Theatre, Zines
Tagged Abe Christie, annexe, Charlie Dupre, event, interrobang, james brookes, ladies of the press, Will Conway, zines
Perhaps you’ve heard that we’ve put together a little festival of spoken word, music, theatre and comedy. That’s fast approaching and is set to be a cracking event. Do come along.
What you may not have heard is that a highlight of the festival will be the launch party for our first in-print series, Annexe Introducing.
We have been, and still are, working with three writers to bring their incredible talent to the masses. To do so, we are publishing a selection of their work in beautifully designed (if we do say so ourselves) and expertly printed pamphlets. Continue reading
Posted in Books, Event, Meanwhile..., Poetry, Prose, short story
Tagged Amber massie-blomfield, annexe, charlotte newman, interrobang, introducing, launch, michael schuller, pamphlet, party, Poetry, publishing, short story
Drawing out a moment and defining it by its emotive parts, Eley Williams has crafted a short story that dances on the intimacies of human interaction. A mundane action becomes the swan song for the narrator and their counterpart.
I put my eye to the three holes in the telephone receiver. You are speaking and I am staring and the wire coiled through my fingers connects our present tenses.
You are using short sentences and I blink for each clause directly against the phone so that you might hear a kissing scrape of eyelashes. We are off the hook; I am quick to replace my eye with my mouth to calm you when the wheedles of your voice become pitched more urgently. Continue reading