KURILPA CUP RESULTS AND REVIEW

 

The Coveted Cup

The Coveted Cup

We Had Words Together..

at the 2013 Kurilpa Cup!

Former Parameter steals Slam!

Cup Winner Tony "Fats Parameter"

Cup Winner Tony “Fats Parameter”

Well folks, we had a somewhat chaotic end to 2012, after the success of our Wild Women of Poetry Event, but the Kurilpa Poets were back in action, launching 2013 with a great “double-header” event, with the deferred Kurilpa Cup Super-Slam and NSW Wordsmith David Hallett appearing as feature poet.

In what Industry insiders describe as “a shock”, Tony (Fats Parameter) Kneipp won the Cup after a hard fought final round. The Gazette will endeavour to acquire his winning poem for publication in our pages.

Tony is perhaps best known as the creator of the infamous “Pig City” single, the song that epitomised an era, and has himself been a Kurilpa Poets feature Poet in the past.

Numbers were down, with only ten poets competing this year, but the quality of work presented was high.

Amusingly, at the last minute, M.C. the Reverend Hellfire himself entered the Slam on a dare from a member of the audience. Cup creator Dushan Bojic also entered the Slam, perhaps regretting his generosity in presenting this splendid piece of craftsmanship and hoping to reclaim it.

“Well, it should go to a good poet,” he declared with his usual quiet modesty.

Cup designer Dushan B explains his technique

Cup designer Dushan B explains his technique

With Kurilpa Poets el-Presidente Marilyn competing as well it was imperative to find an impartial judge to prevent possible “conflict of interest” charges afterwards. Thankfully guest poet David Hallett put up his hand to take on the onerous task of being the Slam’s Judge, Jury and Executioner.

An impassioned Jefferson Evans

An impassioned Jefferson Evans

The Slam opened with Kurilpa regular Jeffery (appearing for the Slam as Jefferson Evans) a poet renowned for his unquenchable streams of verse. Alas his usual ebullience was somewhat subdued, perhaps from the pressure of the Slam or from changing his identity, and regrettably, he did not go on to the finals. Next up a poet that’s been described as the Brisbane poetry family’s mad Uncle, “the Loaded Dog” with a typically impassioned Jeremiad.

A the rev juggles with words

steely eyed Dushan B stares down the audience

steely eyed Dushan B stares down the audience

The Reverend followed with an satirical and erudite take on Homer‘s “Ulysses” that took him to the Finals. Shane Kneipp, the Cup winner’s brother and a notably twisted artist in his own right, gave the event a bit of class with his rendition of some of Verlaine’s work in the original French. Dushan B stepped up to deliver a power-house piece that took him to the finals and one step closer to regaining his creation.

Shane calls the spirit of Verlaine forth

Shane calls the spirit of Verlaine forth

A Girl named Sue

A Girl named Sue

The Loaded Dog barks

The Loaded Dog barks

Next up, eventual Cup Winner Tony K presented his first poem of the day with an understated conviction convincing Slam-Judge Hallett that he must hear more. Then came a girl named Sue and elder statesman of the Kurilpa Poets, Vij read with his usual quiet dignity. KP Supremo Marilyn then coloured our worlds giving 50 Shades of Grey a much needed blue rinse.

Marilyn struts her stuff

Marilyn struts her stuff

Last but not least came Ray, running through the door at the last moment and straight onto the stage to compete, adding a touch of drama to the occasion. Ray may not be KP’s most confident public speaker, but he performed that day like a seasoned trooper.

Ray Reads

Ray Reads

 

After a short break for much needed refreshments while the multi-talented Mr Dushan’s audio/visual experimentations drifted across the walls, we resumed with master poet David Hallett showing us all how it was done, with a mesmerising but for me, far too brief a set.

 

David Hallet shows how its done

David Hallet shows how its done

 

Then at last the finals where, it was the Rev, Dushan B, and Tony “Fats” Parameter and Marilyn battling it out to grasp the gorgeous goblet. All are experienced and confident poets, and performed accordingly, but it was Uncle Fats’ understated eloquence that deservingly won the day at last.

The Reverend presents the winner, Tony "Fats Parameter" Kneipp

The Reverend presents the winner, Tony “Fats Parameter” Kneipp

Amidst cheers and good-natured bantering, he was duly presented with the Cup, certificate and the traditional “loaf of bread, jug of wine & book of Verses” (Rosemary Dobson as I recall). Being “Gluten-challenged” Tony later distributed the bread amongst the poor of the parish. In a break from tradition the winner this year received their cash prize in the form of a cheque, instead of the usual envelope of unmarked, non-sequential bills. What’s happening to the world!

 

Kurilpa elder Vij

Kurilpa elder Vij

All the Kurilpa Crew contribute to make our events a success, but a word of praise is due for the self-effacing Linda Loop, who as always quietly busied herself behind the scenes making sure that the kitchen didn’t descend into chaos. Sadly she didn’t grace us with a haunting Schubert lieder this time around but perhaps in the future.

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Note: At the after celebrations the cup winner was last seen quaffing deeply from the coveted Cup and smiling a crooked, but proud smile.

All this and more

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Stop press! The Water-rat Gazette has just acquire the winning poem for your enjoyment. We  proudly present the 2013 KURILPA CUP SUPER SLAM winning poem..

THE SLEEP-WALKERS

I dream of hope
I dream of tomorrow
I long for yesterday

Insect intelligence
Urge not even uttered
Legs moving, not thinking
Feeling, not feeling
A hard case
One of millions

I need to go back
Where I know people’s names
Some love me, some hate me
But at least they know my name

I told you, I told you
I don’t have to say it any more
I just don’t care
Nothing left to say
It won’t change anything

We were talking about
What we used to do at parties
He likes sex, all right
I said, take your pick
They’re all great
Plain girls are beautiful too
That’s my quota of fun for the night
Once a month is more like it
I’m busy trying to get
This damn pipe going
This was a bet, wasn’t it?

-Tony Kneipp

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