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KURILPA POETS

November 2017 Photo Review

The Kurilpa Poets and friends kicked up their heels in fine style for 2017’s last gig at the old Croquet Club. Fine food was served, Strong words were spoken, sweet Jem Sparkle opened the afternoon with a bang (accompanied on this occasion by a talented, young Cello player adding mellow & mellifluous tones & timbres to her tunes)

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the Open Mic sessions rocked, MC Cam Logan suavely steered the show through the shallow shoals, the Virtual Gallery served sweet eye candy and the days Feature Artists, that ever eclectic group The TAPELOOPS (those legendary musical Survivors

 whose origins are said to lie somewhere in the mysterious ‘Eighties) demonstrated why they’re still on the cutting edge of Creativity in the 21st Century.

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John Linda & the Rev display the kind of telepathic group-dynamics in performance that  can only be acquired by thirty years of musical collaboration. Not that they’ve settled into a rut by any means, they’re still experimenting and pushing the boundaries, and even the oldest material is being constantly re-worked. They don’t do Songs. They do Poetry & Music, the two forms entwined like snakes copulating, so much so that tis often hard to tell which is which. Synthesia occurs.

Come Open Mic the water rats & Friends trooped up to say a few last words for the year.

Paul Dobbyn- Great shirt Paul!

Though recollections are dimmed by the passing of time, fortunately archeologists have uncovered the original documents made by MC Cam on the day, describing his impressions of the motley parade of Poets marching up to the Open Mic.

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The Kurilpa Open Mic – November 2017

As recalled by Cameron Logan, esq.

Brett C

Election – Maiwar – Three little pigs hanging votes

Fiasco of the boats and the least bad swine – Adani

the red haired owner screamed – straw house collapses

Squana

I never wrote this one”

By “The Foreskins” – I don’t wanna die

even though my life is a bore

Geoffrey

An angelic theme

Rarity of angels, the seraphim keep watching

Heaven hereafter, and heaven here and now.  A father to his daughter

-Mortals do dance, do battle

Anna

Husband – suicidedHis letter to her – sweet, heartfelt – journey to Aus

For 18 days + counting

Crazy as it seems, I dg you as a bear digs salmon – If your

Feet are as cold as a Walrus’ flipper – Beautiful memories – many letters

+ poems

Paul

A bit over 40 years ago I wrote this”

A doberman for company, Rocky outcrops.

Caesar let the ‘roo escape. Snake – “neither bit

the other”

– A tale told of an empty house”

Rev

donned his (smiley face) for an Emoticon delivery

After food and Tapeloops were served it was on to..

Round 2

MC Cam Logan

 

Brett. C

Racist Australian Santa

Santa’s job has been out sourced

Kids who ask for world peace got fucking sweaters

Racist justification to Santa’s ear – He reads the Courier Mail

Savana

Go to the toilet, get a load of my mind.

Unpredictable piss, the biggest struggle is staying in the

Now. “Expanding like a handful of shaving cream!”

Geoffrey

Under the influence of California window pane

I’ve said no to drugs, but they didn’t listen.

Bring to me the passion of nighty”

Feeble fingers fondle flesh”.

Paul – is Paul still here?

What god begot the shopping trolley?

Tinsel tittilates the empty stores

Gods of greed.

Shane K

ShaneWonderous history of the Palace

The cops ran Rev out of town (John first!)

We stayed and kicked against the bricks

The squat in Douglas St

Milton

We were all piss poor – Turpentine Mango tree had a bumper crop

Recalled the Banning Game  played by Politicians & Pot Activists in the Seventies  ..  

Banned                The Australasian Weed..

became

The Australasian Seed..

banned

The Australasian Need..

became

etc etc etc etc We’ll let the photos tell the rest of the Story…

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KURILPA POETS MAY PHOTO REVIEW

MAD MAIDS AMAZE & AMUSE

Kurilpa Poets photo-review,

Sunday 31st May

Felicitously the last day of Autumn proved to be a fine one, as the Kurilp Poets and Friends gathered in the Courtyard of West End Community House to celebrate all things Femme in the Uni-Verse.

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Indeed, the stellar line up of luminous poets and musicians that day surely created a new constellation in the Sky, a constellation celebrating the Sacred Muse of Poetry and will be named something appropriate like Hypatia or Sappho or Calliope or the Poetess!

I leave that task to future astrologists. My task oh Muse, is to sing but briefly of the glories of that day as a witness for future days.

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MC & Psycho-pompe (guide to the Mysteries) that day was the handsomely attired Mz Linda Loop. Linda, who has been known to leave Kurilpa audiences stunned with awe with her a acapella renditions of Schubert Lieder and the like, alas did not favour us with song on this occasion, though she did accompany Theresa Tracey-Creed on trumpet, during Theresa’s feature set..

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As well as reading some of her own unassuming but powerful poems, Theresa sang a couple of cover songs acapella on Sunday, including a version of Let it Be that had the audience singing along with feeling. Why, it was almost religious for a moment, sitting there in the sun, singing along with the poets and other outcasts!

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Sophie Tarrant perhaps put on the liveliest performance of the afternoon and kept the crowd well amused..

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Fiona Privitera, resplendent in classic Joy Division T-shirt, read excerpts from the work of Sam Riviere and others. Fiona over recent months at Kurilpa events has proved to be a talented interpreter of other poets works and we hope to have the opportunity to hear from her own work in the near future.

Sadly I missed Sue Fihelley’s set on this occasion but I do have a copy of her book which I shall be reviewing for the Water-Rat Gazette in the not-too-distant-future.

I had made the mistake of asking feature poet Judith Light if she had enough material for two sets. Her response was to bring a large sack of poetry hefted over her shoulder to the event! At eighty years strong she of course has no shortage of material!

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Judith in fact came all the way up from Byron Bay to read for us, and has hinted strongly that this may be her “Last Performance”, so we at Kurilpa Poets thank her muchly for coming and sharing some selections from her Life’s Work with us. We can only hope that she’ll “do a Melba” and come out of retirement many times.

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At Open Mic time the boys were allowed time to have their say. Emerging from the kitchen to whence he’d largely been banished for the day, the Reverend Hellfire played the Trickster as usual, using the days theme as an excuse for reading a poem on the “sorrows of the modern house husband”! Jeffrey, now Kurilpa’s newest signed up member, was as animated as always. A couple of newcomers made impressive debut’s and West End Icon, Blind Dog Donnie graced us also by reading a couple of selections of Wordsworth and Longfellow. (Perhaps a future Mystery Musician here we hope, folks!) The Usual Suspects and some New Faces whose names I neglected to secure read all took their turn ritually in stage.

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Last Months missing Mystery Musicians emerged from the time-hole that swallowed them up in April and now were mysteriously no longer a duo but a trio, and called Jem Sparkles and the Bright Sparks, or possibly Jem and Her Sparkle Boys, or words to that effect. No matter the name, the music produced by Jem, Michael and Rainer was both sprightly and mellow, and set a most suitable vibe for the afternoon. (It should also be noted that the musicians in question made themselves useful in the kitchen as well, helping the Reverend artistically arrange the food for Afternoon Tea. Nicely arranged food is so important, don’t you think?) As always the Water-Rats contributed generously and no-one went home hungry. Shane, again, that Hummus! mmm hummouss (drools)

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I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking. Suffice for now to say it was a great afternoon and an appropriate end to our time “Wandering in the Wilderness” whilst our traditional Headquarters, the Olde Croquet Club in Musgrave Park, was extensively refurbished. For Yeah! It is Done! We are returning Home!

Hope to see you all there on Sunday the 28th of June when we return to our New Revamped Ultra-swish Croquet Club in style! Check out the Gazette in coming days for photos of our new-look Club House beneath the green trees of Musgrave Park

and of course, further details of our Homecoming Poetry Party.

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words; Unckle Rat

pictures; Shane Kneipp

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David Hallett Gig- PHoTO REVIEW

David Hallett in sunreduced

KURILPA POETS featuring DAVID HALLETT

progress looming over west end

As Progress loomed menacingly over West End,

and the rising Tower Blocks cast their lengthening shadows

towards the suburb like dominating digits of Doom,

demanding more and evermore Development,

a Motley Mob of Poets gathered in Defiance

of the Dollar-Death-Cult

to Celebrate Life, Love, Liberty and Laughter

through the Power of the Word,

and to bask in the Autumnal warmth

of the afternoon sun.

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The Kurilpa Poets are still a Nomad Nation, wandering from

venue to venue whilst our traditional Home,

the Olde Croquet Club in Musgrave Prk,

undergoes an extended period of renovation.

April found us fetched up down the back of West End Community House (Thanks for your hospitality folks!)

It being such a lovely, nay, such a lyrical day,

we spontaneously decided to relocate

the days activities outside in the pleasant courtyard area.

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Despite a last minute cancellation of the Virtual Gallery

due to our sorely missed

Visual Arts Director, Shane, being indisposed,

and the Mysterious disappearance of our Mystery Musicians,

there were Words and Verse, Food and Good Company a plenty.

David Hallett

Our Feature Poet, coming all the way up the coast

from that big “Little Town” Nimbin, Word Maester David Hallett,

did not disappoint the crowd.

Looking relaxed and fit, he delivered his Verse

with both confidence and passion.

Surely one of this country’s most consummate Poetical Performers,

his Poetry is Political without being preachy,

compassionate without being sentimental.

David and audience mmember

The Open Mic sessions (as always the “Heart”of Kurilpa Poetry events)were, as usual, both entertaining

and diverse in the selections offered; from the Reverend

Hellfire‘s experiments on the Elasticity of Time, to Michael Vaughan’s fragments on the properties of precious stones.

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“and his ghost lingers on” Christine tells the tale

Jefferson

Jefferson “stone the crows” Evans

Usually a “Water-rat wall-flower”, Kurilpa regular Christine amused us all with the story of the ghost of her pervert neighbour

who still haunts the coffee shop built over the house

where he once lived and leered. Lovely Linda Loop moved many to tears with her beautiful acapella rendition of a Schubert Lied,

and Jefferson Evans gave us an extended “ode to a checkout girl’,

until he was gently led away.

An unusually dapper Gerry Kearney, turned his poem into

a veritable paper chase, with segments secretly posted all around the courtyard he dashed from verse to verse

till he reached the poems exciting denouement.

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Fiona Privitera read some selected extracts from Aidan Coleman’s

“Avenues & Runways”fiona privetera

while Sue Fihely read us selections from her own slim volume of verse.

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John Tracey and Tony Kneipp both contributed insightful and subversive versification,

John Tracey in flight

while an exuberantly Fez-clad Danksta Downunder made his last appearance before disappearing off to America to sample the delights of the Austin International Poetry Festival.

Informal, intimate, the vibe of the day was both warm and resilient, as the rag-tag tribe of the Kurilpa Poets celebrated once more what it means to be Human.

See you all next month.

Linda, our charming  photographer for the occasion

Lynda, our charming photographer for the occasion

(Much thanks to Lynda Bell from down Nimbin way who stepped

in for our lost Visual Arts Director and took the days photo’s )

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