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Alex Barzdo |
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| From early years in Congleton, in the northeast of the English midlands, I grew to love the poetry read to me. Although my three brothers and I grew up without a father, who returned to his native Poland under Russian rule when I was four, our strict Methodist grandparents overcompensated. When my back failed me in early teenage, I gave up the Royal Ballet School, but continued my interest in theatre, and since then have worked as assistant manager, assistant stage manager, and as a stage hand as well as performing in the spotlights. |
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Having started writing poetry in my teens, I was first published by a small Welsh press but after several years, only returned to serious writing following a period of editing the sci-fi magazine of British Mensa and writing for its poetry SIG. My poems can now be found in several magazines and anthologies and on many websites, including Radio Geronimo, and Poetry Wednesbury where I have been a member since 2001. As a founder member of the performance poetry group Unleaded Petrels, I maintain my theatrical bent, and read/perform in various locations in England's Black Country and beyond.
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Here are a couple of examples of Alex's style: |
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| One Egg is un Oeuf |
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