We regret to announce
The Kurilpa Poets event
Bring Out Your Dead
Sunday 29th April
due to the ongoing collapse of Western Civilization.
We apologise for the inconvenience.
2019 Kurilpa Poetry Cup
It was a Brilling Day, and there were certainly at least a handful of borogroves out there on the Wabe, but as to whether they were gimbling or gyring, it was impossible to say at that distance.
Meanwhile the Poets were gathering in their numbers inside the Old Croquet Club at sacred Musgrave Park for the running of the fabulous Kurilpa Poetry Cup.
This was the Seventh occasion that the Cup has been run & won and thirteen talented Poets lined up at the track this year to compete for the honour of winning this fabulous
Literary Artefact, long reputed to possess Mystical Powers.
We were fortunate to have as Feature Poet and esteemed Poetic Judge this year, non-other than our very own local City Councillor, noted Political Maverick & Poetic Firebrand,
Mr Jonothan SRI.
It was also an emotional occasion for the regular crew, as this was to be our last monthly event held at the old Croquet Club, where we have had so many memorable Events over recent years. But all things change, and current President Cam has already taken steps to find us a new home, and so we shake off the nostalgia like a dog that’s just come bounding out of the Sea, and look forward to the Future with bright &eager eyes.
Straight up out of the gates was former Kurilpa President, the Reverend Hellfire. This was the first time the Rev has been able to participate in the Cup himself due to ‘conflict of interest’ issues in previous years, but now out of Office, he was keen to take this opportunity to demonstrate his poetic prowess, with a wandering shaggy dog story covering Magic, Flying Saucers and SCUD missiles, (amongst other things) that took him through to the Second Round.
Following the Rev was another firm favourite with the Water Rats, non-other than Fiona Privitera herself, on this occasion accompanied by her onboard passenger. (editors note; said Passenger has since arrived. Mother & Child are doing well) Fi was the Kurilpa Poetry Cup winner herself a couple of years back and her poetry has the ability to be both clinical and emotional and though invariably delivered quietly, it always packs a kick. Her selection for this occasion won her a well deserved place in the Final round.
Next up was Paul Dobbyn with a humorous conversational/observational poem with Beetlesque overtones that landed him in Christchurch with a cracked skull.
Gentleman Poet, Mr Michael Vaughan then took the stage to deliver in a quiet but confident tones a perfectly phrased Love poem in the sonnet form, framed, as is his wont, with appropriate quotations.
Though this was apparently the first time Hayley P. aka “Pixxigutzz” has ever read in public, she took to the stage and delivered her angst-laden but feisty verse with a verve & confidence that took her on to the finals. PG indeed!
Next up, that Dynamo of Dyslexia, the ever popular SAVANU, demonstrating the gentle art of using “found objects” from your environment (eg signs, menus, etc) to construct poems. If that sounds confusing, believe me, it all adds up..to $39.60 on this occasion, apparently. SAV knows.
Next up was TREEBEARD, who had travelled all the way from Arnhem Land to be with us, a rapping Daedalus from the Desert seamlessly delivering a Tripping Tap-dancing rap at impressive length. Perhaps he learned the circular breathing technique for playing didgereedoo while up in the Territory? Whatever, his powerful performance took him to the next round.
Our Visual Arts Director, Shane K then stepped forth to demonstrate his skills in a different Medium from his usual oeuvre, delivering us a charming piece of whimsy concerning a Cats Dream, that won the Judges heart and took Shane thru to the finals.
Also demonstrating unsuspected talents was David, Cello Player extraordinary and known musical associate of of the lovely JEM SPARKLES, explaining (on general principles) why,
“I will not become a member.”
Joining us all the way from Murwillumbah was Damien Becker,
a member of local outfit there, the Poetry Out Loud Crew, I believe. Damien gave us a thoughtful & moving meditation on Art, the Environment, and what we will leave for our Grandchildren, that drew sustained applause from the audience and earned him a place in the Final Round.
Local Legend, the “Loaded Dog” was up next, delivering an appropriately Lawson-esque Diss on the chicanery of Modern Day Politicians. A Poet with bite!
Twas good to see Nigel Q return to the Kurilpa Poets stage again.
He told us an archetypal tale,
entertaining us with the antics of our local Cops & Robbers.
Wrapping up the First Round was FLO, a young chap with a French accent, who accompanied himself on the keyboards to croon to us an atmospheric Cabaret style poem. Wow! It was great, and a fitting way to cap off the Opening Round.
So then it was break time and whilst the Poets chatted and ate and made merry, up on stage Jem SPARKLES shimmered and shone, stomping & moaning and growling and purring her up-beat selection of Original tunes and Seventies favourites. When she kicked into “Ring of Fire” the Rev could hold back no longer and falling to his knees at Jem’s feet, sang an impassioned accompaniment to the second verse.
Young David on Cello soared industriously away, ably supporting Jem’s pyro-technics with a magnificent humm & thrumm. The two muso’s wove a rich full sonic tapestry to enfold us in.
Fittingly for this, our final gig at the Croquet Club, Jem ended her last set with a Stirling rendition of Jimmy Morrison & the Doors doom laden classic, “The End” and left the stage to rapturous applause.
Next up it was time for our esteemed, elected local representative
Kurilpa Cup Judge, Mr Jonothan Sri to stretch his poetic legs.
He clearly enjoyed the opportunity to get back to his poetic roots,
and delivered a powerhouse set, passionate and visionary.
Jono knows his material by Heart, for it comes from the Heart, and he delivers in a style both precise & well articulated and somehow at the same time, conversational. No doubt about it, as a Performance Poet he is up there with the best.
Whilst outside the Plovers screeched in accompaniment
inside Jono declaimed “Change is coming to Brisbane”,
railing with the fervour of an old Testament Prophet
and the audience responded with their own fervour.
For the final round Jono selected 6 poets to deliver a second poem;
Treebeard, Shane K., Damien Becker, The Reverend Hellfire, Fi and Ms Pixxiegutzz.
All six deserved their place in the second Round, and as Jono admitted, there were a couple more who could easily have been selected. Yes, the poetic quality was high that day, the content was eclectic and varied, and overall I didn’t hear a single dud poem.
Reverend Hellfire led off with his own Epic of Environmental Angst, laden with prophetic foreboding. Damien Becker delved into the deeply personal to discover the archetypal. Shane K had Death itself nibbling at his buttocks, Treebeards’ reflected ruminations proved to be conclusively inconclusive, and MZ PixxieGutz confirmed her reputation as the articulate voice of Teen Angst, while Fi’s gentle tale spoke to us of the quiet joys of Domestic Bliss, Love and Food. Especially the Food.
And so it was Judgement Hour. Various Public Service Announcements of Interest filled the brief interlude, as our worthy Judge tallied his notes, flipped coins, and prepared his Alibis. Meanwhile Visual Arts Director Shane K was subjected to questioning over his Art, which was featuring on the Virtual Gallery for the occasion.
I didn’t envy Jono his task. Judging Poetry performances is fraught with peril at the best of times. How much weight should be given to the Delivery?..to the Content?..to the Skill shown in the construction, to the “Punch” of the Poem itself, the immediate visceral Hit of Recognition when a poem is saying it & laying it down True?
Starting with the Judges’ Traditional Opening Remarks on the Difficulty of their Task, Jono when on to thoughtfully and generously review the Work presented that day. But in the end, as they say, there can only be One Winner (well, actually one year we had Two winners, and ever since then we’ve kept a spare Cup to one side..just in case) and in this particular instance, it was our Journeyman Poet from across the Tweed, Mr Damien Becker who won the day with his alchemically constructed poetry that amalgamated the Personal with the Political
and distilled it into the Philosophical.
Showing that the Judges instincts weren’t entirely amiss,
it was then revealed that Damien was also this years winner of the People’s Choice Award! This is the first time that a competing Poet has collected both Prizes simultaneously, so Damien can truly claim to have won both Critical and Popular acclaim.
(One of Damien’s prize winning poems will be appearing shortly on this site.)
All in all it was indeed a fabulous occasion, and a fitting goodbye to the old Croquet Club which has provided us with such a fine home for so long. Thanks to all the Poets, all the Listeners and everyone who contributed to make it such a memorable occasion.
just the usual assortment of ratbags & nogoodnoks
Words- Unckle Rat
Pictures; Shane K (mostly)
SYNTHESIA Word/Music Mash-up!
SUNDAY 25th November, 2pm
The Croquet Club/91 Cordelia St
Hi fellow Water Rats & Friends!
It’s our last show at the old Croquet Club for 2018,
and to send the year off with a bang we’re going to mix it up a little with a Word/Music mash-up featuring some of the Water Rats’ favourite local Musicians & Poets.
Amongst the diverse luminaries;
Presidential emcee, Cam Logan will be bringing in his new improved Theremin to add suitable atmospherics. “Papa John” Tracey will be bringing in his acoustic geetar to the fray (and playing some of his new Agit-Pop songs)
Reverend Hellfire will be on theatrics and keyboards,
whilst the lovely Linda Loop‘s trumpet will be heralding a new age as a host of local versifiers take to the stage to share their words & visions.
Adding to this multi-remedial melange, will be the Surrealistic Art of Joseph Cornell up on the Virtual Gallery.
Visual Arts Director, the enigmatic Shane Kafka tells us
that when European Surrealists fled the Nazi in the 40’s, they soon discovered that assemblage artist & experimental filmmaker Cornell (1903-1972) was America’s best native practitioner of that school.
Cornell is perhaps best remembered today for his “boxes”-hermetically sealed travelogues of the imagination.
So don’t miss this one! Come and join us in the air-conditioned comfort of the Olde Croquet Club beneath the shady trees of sacred Musgrave Park.
As always there’ll be 2 Open Mic sessions, fabulously eclectic company, free food & refreshments, free onsite parking, prizes and the usual kindness of strangers. Bring your words & musical implements,
or bring a bottle/plate/packet or something nice
to share at the feast but mostly bring yourself.
All friendly folk welcome!
Admission a mere $8 or $5 for members.
Kurilpa Institute of Creativity Inc
Just a quick reminder to all our members that the Kurilpa Poets/KICI AGM is occuring this Sunday, 30th September at 1pm
at the old Croquet Club, 91 Cordelia Street, West End.
The AGM will be held before our usual entertaining show at 2pm (this month featuring the words of Theresa Creed & the music of Matt Barnes.)
This meeting is where we elect our Management Committee and deal with our annual bureaucratic obligations and give members a chance to bring up any issues they feel important.
We strongly encourage all KICI members to participate in this arcane ritual, so neccessary for the continuance of our fabulous existence.
If you can’t make it, please contact Reverend Hellfire at
email@example.com to arrange a proxy vote.
The meeting is open to the puiblic, but only Kurilpa members can vote.
Hope to see you all there.
Kurilpa Poetry Cup Results
The day of the long-awaited Kurilpa Poetry Cup opened to the sweet swell of good-times music, as our June Mystery Musician, the legendary Jeff Usher himself, cracked open the keyboards and began to play.
Out-going President Reverend Hellfire then got the poetic ball rolling with a side-splitting attack on “the cliques & claques” that seem to infest some Poetry Groups.
Bravely stepping up to the Mic after the Reverend’s antics, was gentleman Poet Michael Vaughan, who gave us a deceptively subtle sonnet on the search for a Soothing Somnia.
(Editors note: Interesting coincidence; my research earlier that week revealed that the online “Power Thesaurus” gives us 457 soporific synonyms, which surely goes to prove something.)
Two times Kurilpa Poetry Cup Winner, Cameron Logan then launched into his campaign to become the only Triple Cup winner in the Water-Rats’ history. “All shall make Merry,” he declared, and accordingly proceeded cross-legged to unleash some witty and well-sculpted wordcraft.
Kurilpa Poets stalwart Geoffrey Evans then opened his word horde, giving a confident and bravura performance. Mixing humour with pathos, romance with clinical observation, I’ve never seen Geoffrey give a better performance and it was a shame he didn’t make it into the second round.
But competition was strong, places for the second round were few and I don’t think anyone read a dud poem that afternoon. I was certainly glad not to have to do the judging myself this year.
Veteran Poet Tom Nelson was up next and did not disappoint the crowd with an hilarious satirical poem probably entitled something like,
“State of Origin of the Species”,
where football becomes a metaphor of Evolution (or is it De-volution?) and where:
“straining men give birth to a leather ball”.
Paul Dobbyn came up next with some keen observational poetry, tinged with a hint of sepia-toned nostalgia.
Then Linda Loop was persuaded to leave the safety of the kitchen and take centre stage for a change. Though better known for her Trumpet playing, Linda has a well-trained, strong and emotive voice and gave us a powerful acapella rendition of her “Comet Poem”. “There is some hope for our dear Earth” she reassures us, voice soaring, and indeed, at that moment one can believe it just might be true.
Last but certainly not least by any stretch of the Imagination, was the strangely named “Pubert Gaylord“. (Informed sources have it that this is but a nom-de-Plume for the iconoclastic Greenslopes Poet formerly known as “Ken“.) Be that as it may, “Pubert” gave us a hearty “anti-ode” to Summer,
yearning for a place “where the Dead don’t decompose” before your eyes.
And so the first round concluded. Whilst our esteemed but still un-named Judge considered who to pass onto the second round, and Reverend Hellfire scuttled amongst the crowd collecting votes for the People’s Choice award, Blues maestro Jeff Usher once more took to the Electric Piano waiting for him in the corner. Jeff’s fingers moved with grace and precision over the keyboard, effortlessly generating music pulsing with Life-Force, manifesting in architectonic arabesques both intricate and delicate.
As usual a bounteous feast was provided at the Break through the generosity of the Kurilpa Poets & Friends, and beautifully prepared and presented thanks to the energy of Linda and her Crew of eager Kitchen Volunteers.
After the break, it was time for our Feature Poet, respected local Poet and former Speed Poets head Honcho JDUB (aka John Wainright) to “Send a crow to lay words in (our) Heads“.
JDUB‘s humorous, insightful poems were well received by the audience. Particularly popular was his surrealistic tale called, “The Domestication of Poetry“, where he goes right into the history of Poetry from the time of Gilgamesh, when, “poets were first kept for their songs”. Now, after centuries of selective breeding, “modern poets look very different from their distant ancestors“.
And now we moved into the second round of the Competition.
The Four Finalists were called forth one by one to do battle Poetic. First up was Cam Logan, going for that poetic hat-trick with a witty new poem, A kind of Gastropod Dreaming where ancestor snails shape the landscape with their primordial slime and dream at night of unguarded cabbages.
Thomas Nelson returned with a cautionary tale of cat scratch fever.
Linda Loop seemed surprised (nay, stunned!) to be called forth as a finalist, but she rose to the occasion with another soaringly sung acapella piece, “Approaching the Zenith”. Is it really a poem if it’s sung, some pedants might whine, but Poetry & Music have been working together for thousands of years,
and I know from my own performance experience, some poems just want to be sung.
Pubert Gaylord returning to strut & fret upon the stage once more, was also fired with the urge to sing, growling & grunting a guttural gut-bucket of a ballad by the name of, “Russ Hinze Blues”.
Twas all such fun that the end of the day came too quick for me. But the moment to award the coveted Cup had arrived, and our Judge was revealed as none other than JDUB himself. But first the Rev announced that the inaugural Peoples’ Choice Award went to ..
The charming Mr Gaylord won by an overwhelming majority, though honourable mentions are due to Geoffrey Evans and Linda Loop-they both clearly had their fan clubs out.
Grinning broadly, Mr Gaylord sauntered to cheers back on stage to collect his shiny trophy (yet to be engraved-oh the engraver’s going to love this one!) and a fine bottle of Sacred Hill, the Reverend’s favourite five dollar Shiraz.
Finally, with an imaginary drum-roll on an invisible snare, a somewhat bemused looking JDUB announced his decision and then the coveted, mystically-endowed Kurilpa Poetry Cup itself was presented to none other than…
“I am truly surprised and humbled to have been awarded the Kurilpa poetry Cup”, declared a stunned Linda Loop,
as she was presented with the Cup itself and the traditional prize bundle “Loaf of Bread, Jug of Wine, and Book of Verses” (This year’s “Book of Verse” was a slim volume of verse by Ipswich poet Tom Shapcott, a fitting choice. The wine was a beautifully bottled fine Rice Wine, thoughtfully donated by JDUB).
“There were so many great poems read today”, Ms Loop opined”, myself, I voted for Pubert for the People’s Choice Award. It would have been nice though to have had a few more women get up and have a go”.
Congratulations to both Linda & Pubert, who truly deserved their prizes for their well-crafted words and professional performances.
Meanwhile the Rev did his best to make sure no-one was forgotten, and all those competing won something for their efforts. My notes disintegrate at this point but I do believe Geoffrey Evans won a potato-powered clock, whilst former two-time cup winner, Cam Logan was presented with a small jar of pickles. Paul Dobbyn seemed pleased to be awarded a charming, cat-shaped china money-box.
SOME THANK YOUSE!
Big thanks to everyone who helped make the 2018 Kurilpa Poetry Cup a memorable day; to the brave poets who gave it their all and to the audience who stopped for a moment to listen to another’s words.
More thanks are due to those who cheerfully pitch in every month to help set up and clean up and shut-down and run the kitchen and the door and everything in-between. Your name is both Legion & Legend!
AS is those who regularly bring fine food and drinks to share and help bring our community together.
Finally, gratitude is due to all who reached into their pockets in the last month in response to our appeal. Your generous donations have allowed the Water Rats to meet all our most pressing financial commitments and continue on for yet another year.
I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
-Words; Unckle Rat
Images; Shane K
2018 KURILPA POETRY CUP REVEALED
Organisers today revealed the Sacred Vessel chosen to contain the Hopes and Dreams of the Poetic Challengers in this Sunday’s renowned KURILPA POETRY CUP.
The gleaming silver goblet was acquired through the good-will of St Vincents, and lovingly engraved by the talented Master Engraver at Kader Keys & Repairs, conveniently located at the top of the escalator at Buranda Shopping Centre. Following due invocation, the Muse Calliope herself bestowed upon the Cup her mystic Blessings.
The Cup now resides in heavily guarded strong-box beside the jug of wine, loaf of bread & Book of verses that are part of the grab-bag of symbolic prizes traditionally awarded at this prestigious event.
“I’m looking forward to hearing some really weird & wonderful poetry,” opined outgoing KICI President Hellfire, “the Cup always draws some wild cards out of the woodwork
–ATMOSPHERIC, a breath of Fresh Air
No doubt about it, the Kurilpa Poets May event, the Elemental-Air themed “Atmospherics”, definitely had, well..atmosphere.
The day was ably Produced & Directed by talented Kurilpa Poetry Cup winner Fi Privitera, though sadly Fi demurred on this occasion to read any of her own subtle Poetry.
High flying Mystery Muso Pat Hehir from local rockers HAWKMOON soon had the room taking flight and reaching great heights. Showing some deft guitar work and an unexpectedly sweet-toned voice, almost like a young Robert Plant in his mellower moments, Pat definitely showed himself to be a true Child of the Seventies, musically speaking.
FEATURE POET of the day was noted local Cultural Terrorist, the great, the terrible, SAVANNU!
Now I have heard it said by some informed sources, that Sav is currently the best performance poet in Brisbane! Well! Certainly he’s one of the most distinctive and Individual voices on the scene and one of the most entertaining.
Taking the stage Sav begins his Set; Strange dissociated phrases assault our eardrums, cruel laughter taunts us,
“One day you may get a phone call..”Sav warns us/selected for jury duty he wakes up with an erection/”You have been selected for panel B.. Haha”.
While he reads the iconoclastic antics of Krazy Kat & Ignatz caper across the Virtual gallery’s screen in disjointed juxtaposition. Herriman was a very strange man no doubt about it and his Art seemed in perfect Sync with the words of our Feature Poet..
Open Mic sees Kurilpa Poet veteran Paul Dobbyn take to the stage with an aesthetic tale told of his “neat but not gaudy” post operative scars, and followed with a more sombre poem for a Dead Future.
Gentleman poet Michael Vaughan wrapped us in Winter weather like a damp, grey shroud, while the Rev pondered the reality of the Air captured in a paper bag, before setting it free and startling the audience in the process.
Geoffrey “call me Shakespeare” Evans took flight with a tribute to the mellifluous song of that noble Avian, the Magpie, and later offered to write people Seduction Poems for $50 a pop!
The esteemed Mr Ivan Radix reading with quiet intensity,contributed more atmospherics and gave us “morning mists caressing fields at Dawn”
“Where is Springtime?” he asks the room gravely, and “the promise of Cherry blossoms”.
Ken, a talented local poet and occasional reader at Kurilpa events, then took us out of the Atmosphere altogether and out into orbit with a humourous tribute poem to the original Doctor Smith from the 60’s TV sci-fi cult classic, “Lost in Space”.
He followed up with his classic piece of olfactory erotic, an earthy tribute to a lover’s musk entitled, “You Stink Good”.
Our enigmatic Visual Arts Director, Shane K, not content with inflicting the Dadaist rambling of George Herriman upon our fragile brains, then gave us a hearty historical tour of the works of celebrated “Bad Poets”. One such was George Withers, notorious as the poet whose terrible poetry saved his Life.
When captured and scheduled for execution by Royalist forces during England’s civil war, a certain court poet successfully appealed to King Charles for clemency, on the curious grounds that, “As long as George Withers lives, no-man can say I’m the worst Poet living”.
The break brought us more madly mellifluous music from Moon-hawk Pat Hehir, whilst in the kitchen Linda Loop, Carol Balfour and “fly-in/fly-out” volunteer Jen Dobbyn had worked with machine like precision to produce a fine Feast for One and All.
SAV took the stage for a second set that ranged from the sublime to the ridiculous. From the bullshitting burlesque of “I found a Bud on the footpath, Maaate”, to his sincere and tender tribute to the inspirational warrior for Aboriginal land Rights, Tommy Lingiari of Wave Hill Station.
He concluded with a cover 80’s Punk Poet, John Cooper Clark, classic rant: “I fell in Love with a Creature from Outer Space”.
Paul D himself opened the second Open Mic session with a poem about his Osteopath, known in the Trade as “Eric the Back-Breaker”. A drunken Reverend Hellfire decided to sing his poem.
Crooning “There’s always a worm in the apple”, but strangely he seemed quite pleased about it. Ken gave us “Clay for Meat!”-shades of Gilgamesh! Shane brought us more bad poets, Geoffrey reminisced about how Henry Lawson’s mother interfered with his romance with Mary Gilmore.
The Day drifting to its conclusion. At the front desk Secretary John was counting up the Money, Linda & Jen were in the kitchen, possibly eating bread and honey.
I’ll let the pictures explain the rest.