Awash with ambience, Savanu takes centre stage at Atmospherics
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–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.
Lunar Bird-of-Prey, Pat Hehir, takes flight
FEATURE POET of the day was noted local Cultural Terrorist, the great, the terrible, SAVANNU!
Behold the Chosen One!
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..
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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.
Rev capturing the Winds
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”.
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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”.
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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.
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