“THE SERENITY” -JUNE PHOTO REVIEW

A calm crowd attends the serenity

A calm crowd attends the serenity

Kurilpa Poets June Photo review-The Serenity!

Ah! The Serenity!

Surely there was a blissful aura of good vibrations emanating from the old Musgrave Park Croquet Hall last June 26th, when the Kurilpa Poets and Friends gathered once more in convivial conclave to celebrate the Power of the Word.

Even the challenging and confronting subject matter of Feature Poet, Fiona Privitera‘s set of poems that day, did not dampen the overall Vibe. Rather they added a bittersweet tint to the Whole, a timely reminder perhaps, like the skeleton at a Roman Feast, that the pleasures of life are fleeting and hard won, to be treasured whenever they’re found.

But I’m “waxing poetic” here, as did indeed also the many and diverse array of Poets who stood up to take the stage during Open Mic.

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Warming us up was the Reverend Hellfire with a heart-felt paean to the comforts of his bed in winter. Lazy bastard!

Geoffrey Evans offered his reminiscences of 1974 and Cyclone Tracey’s devastation. Newcomer Michael presented us with an uplifting sonnet assuring us that we cannot fail.

Local sage Tom Nelson instructed us to “close your eyes and see” whilst last month’s fabulous Feature Poet, Cam Logan, unleashed his satirical reflections on a vegan meal and a leather jacket.

Talented poet Claire Fitzpatrick shared how it felt

placing her hand on the Earth in a field of Nails.

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Michael Vaughan‘s classy sonnet wondered whether the price of serenity is placidity, whilst “Not-only-a-bush-poet” Anita Reed reminded us that “the stars will remain and we’ll leave no trace”.

New comer Robert Lort delivered a strangely surrealistic piece of poetry for our enjoyment, whilst Linda Loop serenely sang her Astrologically tinged song acapella, “Night of the Zenith”.

Nigel QPapa delivered an old rap piece of his on the joys of being arrested in QLD, whilst suspected communist sympathiser Gerard wistfully wondered

“Where is the Common Wealth?”

Arts Party number-cruncher and itinerant Buddhist Monk Eido Boru brought Open Mic to a close with an impassioned plea for our preferences in the Senate.

The Great Jeff Usher

The Great Jeff Usher

Whilst Jazz and Blues giant Jeff Usher then took his place at the keyboards for his second musical set, Kurilpa Poets Visual Arts Supremo Shane K took us thru the life and works of this month’s Virtual Gallery artist, J.B. Kitaj.

The rise of fascism by JB Kitai

The rise of fascism by JB Kitai

Then Jeff Ushers’ subtle fingers set the sonic dial to Supreme Serenity as the poets ate and chatted and ambled peaceably upon the lawn. Top marks to the kitchen crew for once again putting together a splendid repast! And thanks also to everyone who brought food to contribute to the community feast.

Gil & Lin, Kitchen maestros

Gil & Lin, Kitchen maestros

It was just as well we were all well fed and soothed and serene by the time it came to facing the emotional rigours of the Feature Set!

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For Fiona Privitera then quietly took the stage and bravely delivered a harrowing set of sometimes deeply disturbing poems, exploring

a cluster of topics centering around child abuse, family dysfunction, societal violence et al. Never, I think, have I seen a Kurilpa audience so riveted by a reading. At one point I thought I’d have to flee myself, lest I give way to an unseemly display of public weeping.

Poems on such topics can easily descend into self pity or agit-prop sloganeering. Fe avoided both traps, delivering her words with a simple, honest clarity that gave her poems a strange sort of unassailable strength.

At the end of her set the audience showed their sincere appreciation with heartfelt applause. It felt like the audience and poet had been through a lot together.

But Life goes on. “Nothing dries faster than a tear”, an ancient philosopher once declared. So we pulled ourselves together and launched into the second Open Mic set. More brave, honest and wise words were spoken then, before the day was done.

But..Alas, I’ve lost my notes!

You’ll just have to look at the pictures.

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Words; Unckle Rat

Pictures; Shane K

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