Zolan Quobble: 30 Years On

  Apples and Snakes dispenses words looking for a shared social experience. Their medium is not paper, it’s the body of the performer. A performance poem is aloud. It’s composed for an event. Ideally it is an event. Apples and Snakes services a real fundamental impulse. Strip any culture down to its basic expression and you uncover minds marshalling vocabulary, emotion and imaginative resonances to inspire with truth. Sometimes you’re given it straight, sometimes in a cocktail of flavours with sound, music, storytelling, comedy or theatre. It’s shamanic cabaret.

What could be more straightforward; voices from any culture, race, age, education or wealth, standing by their words and sharing a stage not to argue but to exemplify the human equality of existence and when we’re lucky its glory. Now 30 years on, the only major difference I see, is the Apples and Snakes audience. It has evolved into a new and powerful presence, totally partisan in favour of poetry from the heart. Maybe it’s Apples and Snakes because a nervous system is a tree of knowledge, while a breath that ends in a tongue is a snake and a poem is an apple.

Whatever it is, it will end in ears

Zolan Quobble