KURILPA POETS featuring DAVID HALLETT
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Fiona Privitera read some selected extracts from Aidan Coleman’s
while Sue Fihely read us selections from her own slim volume of verse.
John Tracey and Tony Kneipp both contributed insightful and subversive versification,
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.
(Much thanks to Lynda Bell from down Nimbin way who stepped
in for our lost Visual Arts Director and took the days photo’s )