Julian Caddy, poet and Fringer extraordinaire
Why do we do this?
What the Hell are we doing here anyway?
The risks are enormous
The hours are ridiculous
The pay is hilarious
The rewards are as rare as
Unicorns, or Successful Arts Council applications
But that doesn’t stop us
There is no logic to us
Living the dream but penniless
Alcohol and hubris nourish us
Not a pension between us
People with ‘real’ jobs look at us
Curious, even jealous
Thinking one day to join us
We are the misfits, the dreamers, the fools, the risk takers
We are the actors, the dancers, the clowns, the mistake makers
We don’t care what people think
Yet we hang on every view, every review
Every gig, every promise, every pay check
The Fringe is our stage, our home, our battlefield
Clinging to the sound of applause, the smile of a child
Joy junkies surviving from hit to hit
Convincing ourselves we’re not actually shit
But we’re here.
Open, exposed, frightened, empowered
Questioning, doubting, believing, proud
We are you and you are us
We are the Fringe circus
Run away with us.
Julian Caddy, managing director of the Brighton Fringe and a talented amateur poet, wrote this ode to his own Fringe, but read it at the Award Ceremony of AFF 2016.