Dinosaurs & Cats Photo review

Photo Review:

Dinosaurs & Cats

Sunday Sept 24th

October Feature Poet Sean West and Swine Fly survivors

It is a rare Kurilpa Poets event that occurs without some sort of Chaos in the Mix, and our September show proved to be no exception. With a savage outbreak of swine fever scything thru the Water-Rats’ ranks, many of our best and brightest were MIA, and even our favourite (and hitherto reliable) Mystery Musician, the ever glittery Jem Sparkles, missed her first set, being cruelly chained in a kitchen

by her wicked Day-Job Overlords (Not unlike Cinderella!)

Finally a personal appeal (and several veiled threats) from the Reverend Hellfire saw her released from servitude.

Poet/Paleontologist Reverend Hellfire unearths the bones of the dreaded Thesaurus!

Playing for time as our errant musician sped croquet-clubwards, the Rev promptly launched the first Open Mic session, appropriately with a comic poem whose subject matter concerned both dinosaurs and cats, thus killing two thematic birds with one metaphorical stone, which seems more than appropriate seeing as how birds are dinosaurs anyways.

Sav socks it to them

SAVANU then took us on a twisted visit to the Pantomime,

while Trent‘s poetry was “filled with unholy fire/drunk and demented by the side of the road”.

Burning with unholy fire, Mr Trent Quinlan

Nomadic Bard Cahala mused of Dinosaurs and Free Will, while 2-time Kurilpa Poetry Cup winner Cam Logan, suffering from Geometric/ post-traumatic stress left over from a childhood Ikea nightmare, declaimed darkly on the human body repair industry..

Ikea traumatised Cam logan

Nomadic bard, Cahala

Bernadette “Marching-to-the-beat-of-no-one’s drummer-thank-you-very-much” le Goulleon then fantasised of living in a Menopausal Dinosaur Garden (look out Clive Palmer!).

Bernie explains

This October’s Future Feature Poet, the newcomer Leo Porter, gave us a preview of things-to-come, deftly delivering some dark verse for a Dystopian Brisbane whilst conducting ongoing experiments to see if beer cured cancer, “I love you like my pocket calculator”, he confessed.

Kurilpa newcomer Leo Porter

The ever erudite Michael Vaughan delivered an elegant tribute to cats, (as well as some rather delicious chocolates) or as he describes them, those “felicitous felines” with “ways and manners agreeably styled”.

Rounding up the first Open Mic was the Loaded Dog, rising above the smoke of burning heretics to deliver the good news: “Optimism defies Gravity!”.

The Gravity defying Loaded Dog

Meanwhile Jem finally got to play and delivered a rousing set that had everyone within earshot unconsciously tapping their toes wherever they stood or sat.

All that Glitters is Jem Sparkles

Suitably refreshed and entertained we sat back to listen to fresh-faced Feature Poet Sean West.

Sean came to us on the recommendation of the lovely Annie te Whiu of Qld Poetry Festival fame and we were keen to see what this rising young poet had to show us.

Soon we found ourselves drenched in Aquatic Imagery & Cartoon Modernism..Under-water Elegies in Coral tones, speaking in spittle, anchored in whispers of Salt whilst incestuous sea-horse skeletons were making a living from stealing other people’s homes and an Iron Giant expanded his rusting vocabulary..

Feature Poet Sean West studies the menu

We surfaced from the depths of this Subconscious Sea to hear the Poet deliver a Poem for a Grandmother with Dementia, recording the scene with the Compassionate Heart of a Poet and the Dispassionate clarity of an Artists’ eye. “Tiger, she says, for no reason at all..”

Sean finishes his set standing up for the Forces of Love,

The priests are wrong if they call this Sin!”

and left the stage to much applause. All in all a very confident and competent debut performance as feature poet, I thought, and hopefully the first of many more..

Linda shakes the “egg-rattlers” Trent appears to have eaten his. Woops..

2nd Open Mic saw Bernadette return to tell the “Tale of Humbugs Folly” while the Rev examined the unsuspected connection between Tyranno-saurus rex and the terrible toes of his backyard chickens.

Rev goes for a stroll

Tongue wedged firmly in both cheeks, Cahala mourned not being Middle Class, followed by Savanu who celebrated the joys of finding of a “Hydroponic Bud” on the mean streets of West End.

Budding genius Savanu

Madcap Geoffrey gave us a nostalgic poem dedicated to “the Bad Boys who sat at the back of the Bus”, before going on to declare that he was in fact the reincarnation of William Shakespeare. Yes..well..Clearly no problems with Geoffrey’s self-esteem.

Geoffrey “Call me Shakespeare” Evans

Leo returned like a youthful Moses to warn us against too much Laughter: “Prepare for Darkness people!”.. Trent amused us with his proposal for a Political Crimes Quiz Show, while Cam gave us a word of warning about “Those guys!”

Cam can

Trent sticks to the script

Those guys indeed! The day wound to it’s close. The kitchen elves and our myriad of volunteers who always make the hall look so shiny clean when we finish buzzed around while the inevitable clusters of people who still want to hang around and keep talking drift off in clumps and clots. Some making for the Big Lizard & the Rumpus Room down at West End, and some for their burrows in some quiet river bank, there to compose their poems and songs for next month.

See you then!

Meantime, I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

Salud!

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-Words; by Unckle Rat

-Photos by Shane K

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