CoolTan Poets Perform at the Globe

The CoolTan Poets perform

at the

Shakespeare’s Globe

On 8th December 2016


The Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre annually has an event called Winter Concert. Last few years this event has become very popular.

The participants in this Event are by Invitation only. A number of schools in London Town and a few selected private music promotional groups participate in this event.

Each organisation presents a short musical programme. The total concert is about one hour in the first week of December.

.Two years ago the CoolTan Arts was invited to present a poetry Reading on the Theme of London. And the CoolTan presented a poetry Collage on War time London called “Southwark Calling”. It was short and smart and was very well presented by the “CoolTan Poetry Group called “Poetree”.

In the year 2016 the theme was “winter”. So far the poets had done their writing work and got used to the production. An expert from the Globe Theatre visited the group and helped the poets to plot down the words and how to say them at the Globe Theatre.

An expert art handicraft tutor called Amber helped them to produce artwork to take with them when they visited the Shakespeare’s Globe.

Their regular Tutor Kai oversaw that the work was well rehearsed.

The date of the “Winter Concert” was on November 8th at 02.00 P.M. at the Shakespeare’s Globe Theatre, on the South Bank.


Some images of the performance of the “Poetree” Group called “A Tale for the Winter”


From Left to Right

Charlie Browne, Sasha Dee Gary Stevens and Brian Ring

Sasha Dee and Gary Stevens at a verbal bout


Gary Stevens tells the audience how the new Arty architects look like

Brian Rings remembers the childhood in the post war II winter

Poetree Group on the Globe Stage seen from the rear


The “Poetree Group with the tutors Amber (left) and Kari (right) outside the globe

Charlie Browne shows the “MS of “A Tale of Winter made in the style of the Shakespearean Manuscripts.


Photography by Cesare Di Giglio.

Coming next month the Poems from “A Tale for the Winter”



Happy New Year 2017

 Despite the difficulties we faced in the years 2015 and 2016 we are now back in the saddle.

We look forward to the year 2017 when our cultural wing “” will as usual present poetry written by our usual poets, reviews, stories etc.

Our readers can also send their own written materials as well and we shall try to find the place in our monthly programme.

We are not a commercial but a charitable institute so we have very strict rules about the materials sent by our readers. We do not give publicity to private or commercial enterprises. If such materials are sent to us we delete them and also do not send any acknowledgement about them as we are very busy people.

However you can send your comments through comments columns.

I shall come back with interesting material and information about mental health issues etc.

So watch this space every month in the first fortnight.


OutsideIn at Bethlem Gallery, Stratford East

Last so many years “Outside In” an art organisation that has come to be known as the unique organisation that looks for those art and artists who have missed the main stream of the venues make venues for such artists.

Their latest venture is that they have now created Outside the main stream artists an exhibition at the famous Bethlem Gallery.

Their exhibition at this gallery will be from 25 January – 24 March 2016.

Art lovers should not miss this exhbition as it is so satisfying to see something different.

The Title of the Exhibition is

“Let in the Light”

The exhibition title is a reference to

Groucho Marx’ line: ‘Blessed are the cracked, for they shall let in the light.’


Artist and Daily Life Ltd’s Artistic Director Bobby Baker says: “I was judged and underestimated when I had mental health problems, but when people see my autobiographical drawings it helps change the way they think about mental health.

Merry Christmmas

The Teams of  the and the Cooltan Arts wish all our readers and participants

Merry Christmas


a Very Happy New Year 2016

Divine December

Madonna del Prato

Madonna of the Meadow

A painting by Giovanni Bellini










Madonna, Madonna!

Why are you worshipping

With your folded hands

Your own child in your lap?


You don’t know at this stage

Your child is divine, earthly

Or a child of a devil!


All children when they are born

Are divine to their mothers!

They know well a child comes from God

And if they do well in their life

They become god as well!


Mine I know for sure is a son of God

Because an angel has told me so!


Sasha Dee

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A young girl, later on called Virgin Mary

Lately saw in her dreams unexplainables

And heard voices; then she saw him manifesting

From the thin air, the winged archangel Gabriel

Who, told her that she was going to have a

Virgin Birth, Son of God will be born to her


She was perplexed and did not know

If the message was assuring or reasonable

Or a store of stormy weather ahead!


Could she hold down her sanity,

When her life was meddled by the Divinity?


Where would she go?

To whom she could tell her plight of

What she had seen and heard?

Are the holes showing in the firm firmament?

Or is there need of the needlepoint

For the heaven’s divine but torn garment?

Is the Prince of Peace,

Is the harbinger of War as well?

Does the Tranquillity

Come with the Turmoil?


It was too much for her

Young mind to cope with

She swooned but got up

And forgot it until later years

When events took to the end

That realized her fears.




Brian Ring


I suddenly find myself in the midst of the cold, mean city.

I had no cash – I’d been conned out of it.

I have nowhere to go to, for even the half-heated crypt

Of the church I once frequented is barred against me.                                                           Try Hauptbahnhof but the railway police would move me on.

Even if the Police station is warm in its cell –

I would have had to commit a veritable felony-

Breaking window glass would not do any more.

So I keep on walking – walking through the dark, dank alleys, lanes and streets.

Perhaps if I were a girl I’d get a room with someone somehow.

But that’s a divisive sexist remark – have they really got it that good?

Anyway its ageist against me too-

The O.A.P.Hostel only opens on a Friday night.

I’ll just have to WAIT,

And now there’s this wretched snow falling after midnight in midwinter.

I don’t really need a bed for the night – a warm chair would do.

Try out-patients? Try a hotel foyer? Try a police-station reception?

No way – too boring – be moved on anyway?

After all what do you expect from Free Germany?

I don’t want to die from frost bite.

Why don’t I just wrap up?


Anyway I seem to have lost the plot

Please don’t rip up the note paper on which this ‘poem’ is written , man.

The club I could have gone to is for members only.

And they only accept cash which I don’t have anyway.

Besides who’d have an outsider like me?

And if I became one, would I really want to become one?


Heaven knows what the Heaven is

Sam Daniel


    Heaven, heaven, heaven

    After all what is the heaven?

    Heaven knows what the heaven is!

    Nobody really knows

    What’s it, what’s its location

    What’s it situation, and dominion?

Nobody has come back from it

And told us or written down about it


Heaven to different persons is different

Heaven in different culture and religion is different

It is a differing matter far different

Like the sky from the eart

But it is accordingly some  something nice and happy






From tribal world of the remote wilderness

To the civilized world of all mod and cons

Each has their different heaven of happiness


But what gets me down is the idea of heaven

That some religions awards women as heaven

For men for spreading the message of the religion

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But I think that there should be a doppelganger culture

In which women are awarded men as heaven;

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And then they refuse them on the ground that on earth

Those very men created hell out of their heaven!


La Nasscita Venere

Birth of Venus

A painting by Sandro Botticelli


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Sandro Botticelli you wicked old artist!

You know how to put spell on us

And make women very beautiful

Vivacious, seductive to the point of porno


Here Venus is born; you painted

Out of a pearl, out of the ocean

Like a mother of pearl lighted

Within and without

By her own light

Within and without


All her charm hid and reveal

Reveal the woman’s beauty

Of the humanity for the humanity

And our Raison d’être