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WARM WINTER WORDS featuring David Hallett, Sunday 25th June

The Kurilpa Poets proudly present

“Warm Winter Words”

2pm, Sunday 25th June, 2017

featuring;

Byron Bay Beatnik Bard

DAVID HALLETT;

is Brisbane Bound!

Spangly Songstress

JEM SPARKLE:

to Sing Sweetly

Realtime Raconteur

Special Guest MC; CAM LOGAN

Rocks in as Ringmaster

And as Always

Open Mic Sessions*Free Food & Refreshments* Free Onsite Parking* Prizes* Artists Virtual Gallery*

Available to All

Friendly Folk

91 Cordelia Street, Sth Brisbane

in the shade of sacred Musgrave Park

Warming up for his Kurilpa Poets gig, David Hallett

The Winter Solstice loometh once again

and the Water Rats will be huddled in their lair,

sharing words of wit, warmth and wisdom

to keep the wicked winds of winter at bay.

Speaking of “bay”, that’s exactly where this month’s

fabulous Feature poet, the right esteemed

DAVID HALLETT,

will be coming from. Byron Bay that is.

This respected Elder from amongst our Poetic Cousins across the border, is a man with Poetry at the core of his being. A Poetic Fixture of the NSW North Coast scene, where he hosts, amongst other ventures, the long running “Writers at the Rails”, he has been writing, teaching and promoting poetry there for over twenty years.

His poems, it has been said, “are polished perfection like the smooth black pebbles washed up on the shores of Seven Mile Beach. His words a breath of fresh sea air with the tang of woodsmoke”.

He has performed his work worldwide.

A sampling of his poetry, and further information on his various activities, can be viewed at:

http://www.davidhallett.com/

Yes, it’s always a memorable occasion

when David comes to town, and it’s been far too long since he last appeared, in your humble narrators opinion. So be sure not to miss the opportunity of eye-witnessing this polished poetic performer in person.

The Sparkly geetars of Ms Jem

MID-WINTER MYSTERY MUSICIAN

for this Solstice gathering will be Kurilpa’s favourite

femme fatale

JEM SPARKLES

who will be sure to keep the midwinter Blues away with her vivacious vibes, infectious smile, and her toe-tapping, heart-warming mix of rockin’ originals and Juke Box classics. Come watch this crazy diamond shine on!

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Meanwhile, providing the requisite Eye-Candy up on the Virtual Gallery’s Big Screen this month,

our Visual Arts Director, the ever encyclopedic Shane K, will be bringing us the Art

of 20th Century American Modernist

Stuart Davis.

His work, described as “brash, bold and colourful”, was also deeply political in inspiration. Elements of his Art was also seen as influential in the development of the later Pop Art movement.

See More! Hear More! Sunday 25th!

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VOX DOMINA 28th May PHOTO REVIEW

VOX DOMINA PHOTO REVIEW*

The Ladies Step Out!

VOX DOMINA

Wow! What a fabulous day at the Olde Croquet Club. Amazing poetry, an eclectic soundtrack, delicious food and, as ever at Kurilpa Poets gatherings, a friendly and diverse mix of interesting People.

MC and organising genius of the day, Fiona Privitera,

Reaching out to the Audience;, Fiona Privitera

had assembled for us an impressive array of poetic talent of the Feminine persuasion.

One such was Mystery Musician Marissa Allen, who hummed and thrummed her eldritch Violin and crooned like an ancient Sybil as the hall quickly filled with Old Friends and New Faces.

Marissa thrums and ullulates!

First up of the Feature Poets, Laura Kenny‘s poetry delivered intimate observations with a Wise Woman’s eye, surveying a World of meaningful minuatae, her observations ranging from homely memories of the ritual of dressing, to the sad existence of the child miners of India.

Laura Kenny

The Open Mic unleashed a diverse motley of voices of every gender for us to consider;

Kurilpa newcomer Suin Ni gave us a vision of predatory Urban Landscapes where, “Leopards are stalked by Developers” (She later told me that the “Leopards” in question could also refer to “Leopard Trees”)

Bohemian poet Bernadette le Goullon making her first appearance at Kurilpa, then told us the tale of her own ongoing battle with Developers to save some trees.

 

 

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Last month’s Feature Poet Savanu warned us that “Life has become a terrible risk!” Cahala came on next to rumble and roar, followed by Sue Dreeves, a vibrant vision in purple. Alas, soft spoken Sue’s voice was drowned out somewhat by the sounds of Dischord drifting in from the “Real World” outside.

Trent then gave us an Epic nursery rhyme (I had trouble finishing it, he later confessed) with lashings of Sex.

The Rev shuffled on stage, broom in hand , to bemoan the fate of the modern “House Husband”. Cam Logan was quick and to the point. Loaded Dog growled a warning. CAVE CANEM, as the Ancients put it. Old Kurilpa-ite Rebekah Copas returned, jaunty Ibis feather in her hair, to speak of “Unseen Beings” and finish up the first open Mic.

Time for a break and whilst Marisa Allen wailed and vibrated, her nameless minion on drums rattled an ominous Thunder.

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(tho I personally felt that a simpler drumkit would have worked better with Marisa’s sparse sound.) The poets & friends meanwhile feasted on the fine Spread aesthetically laid out before them by our hard-working and hygienic kitchen crew. Linda and Gil deserve a big call out here for bringing Order out of the kitchen Chaos each month.(Lord knows why, but people just love to loiter and lurk in the kitchen. In future we may have to put up a piece of string to act as an Impenetrable Barrier.)

 

 

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After the break they emerged from the kitchen to demonstrate their own artistic talents. Gil brought a couple of her new paintings along to display and spoke of how her most recent work, a blood-red affair, was inspired by the recent tragic events in Manchester. Songstress Linda Loop later demonstrated her vocal prowess during the Open Mic

Gil brings out her Art vision

by delivering a cascading, note-perfect rendition of the Schubert Lied “To Art” (An die Musik) in faultless German.

Visual Art Supremo and Candid photographer Shane K gave an informative talk on Australian “Modernist”, Margaret Preston, whose paintings and prints had been playing over the Virtual Gallery. I was interested to learn that apparently her husband was one of those rare paragons who gave unwavering support to their partners Artistic aspirations. Should be more of it.

Vanessa Page

At this point I must confess I’ve lost my notes for

Vanessa Page‘s Feature Set. Sorry. (Better than last month though, when I lost ALL my notes. This month I only lost one page. Damn it, it was here this morning!)

But I do recall it was a bloody good set, professionally and passionately delivered, that had the audience’s attention riveted throughout, despite the sounds of Dischord once again drifting in from the Hostile Outside World. If you get the chance to see Vanessa Page live, you won’t be disappointed.

Vanessa delivers

Marisa Allen demonstrating her versatility, then did a set of her poems sans violin. (notes! notes!)

Finally the second Open Mic session arrives, somewhere in the middle of which my notes resume..

 

 

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The REV made a call for “More Beautiful Men and more Powerful Women“, whilst Bernadette returned to explain how her glasses were provided by the Government noting; “that’s how they Control what you see!” After 29 years off alcohol, Savanu gave us a poem about “Harold who hates cats”. Cahala assured us we are “all Masterpieces of Art”, though in my case possibly a “flawed masterpiece”, which is surely better than no masterpiece at all I suppose. Trent gave us an Australian Haiku,

“Bus stop Dreaming”, to which Cam Logan touche’ed with an absurdist “Parsley Haiku”.

Marisa declares and declaims

Finally Shane moved a vote of thanks to our stylish and talented MC, Fi Privetera, to which the audience responded with enthusiastic applause.

All in all a very successful day, here’s hoping we have many more.

As always I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story, but before I do, let me move my own Vote of Thanks to our ever ebullient Art Director, Shane K, who each month takes the time and effort to document our events and produce the fine photographs that appear on this site.

(Historical footnote; When Shane took on the job I told him, “Make us look interesting and attractive!”, and God Bless him, he’s done the best he can with the material he’s got to work with.!)

The Attractive and Interesting Shane K, Fiona Privitera & Friend

WORDS: UNCKLE RAT

PHOTOS: SHANE K

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APRIL FOOLERY PHOTO REVIEW

KURILPA POETS

“April Foolery”

Photo review with; SAVANU,

LOC TRAN & QPAPAYANDI

Twas a fine gathering of Poets & Fools, Jesters and Japesters and Jollity in general,

as the Water rats held their APRIL FOOLERY event, their annual salute to the humorous, light-hearted and satirical in Poetry.

Naturally, Poets being what they are, some chose to read poems of Heart break, Desperation and Despair, but we laughed at those too, though the laughs on such occasions were often bitter or hollow.

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At this stage I must confess that while I took quite substantial notes during the Open Mic sessions and thru-out the day generally, alas, they have disappeared somewhere in the unholy depths of my In Tray, where no man goes..no, nor woman neither. Or possibly I lost them during happy Hour later that evening?..

So my review is sketchy at best this month. My apologies to the Open Mic folks. Fortunately we have the candid photography of Visual Arts Director Shane K to fill in the blank spots.

Singer/Songwriter QPapaYandi

Opening the day as we gathered to share our Words & Thoughts was street troubador and latest Water Rat recruit, Nigel QPapaYandi, with an upbeat set of his own thumpin & honkin’ tunes, playing his own material, both recent and new.

Brother Nige’ has played for the Kurilpa Poets a couple of times now, and it seems to me that there’s definitely a growing sophistication in his song-writing abilities. Certainly they were all well received by the steadily filling hall.

A shorter than usual Open Mic session nonetheless displayed much Heart, and anyway, this made some space for the days’ TWO Feature Poets.

First up, unless my memory fails, and it sometimes does, was one of Brisbanes most notoriously individualistic Poets, the ever sardonic SAVANU.

SAVANU practises his rabble rousing!

Despite his years as a fixture on the Brisburg Poetry Scene, this was SAV’s very first Feature Spot, if you can believe that, and he rose to the occasion confidently, delivering an upbeat and entertaining performance.

“I’m out of my HEAD-Head-head..!”, SAV assured us,

as he gave one of his distinctive cackles, the Laugh of the only Sane Man left in a World gone Mad, and by the end of his set his audience was laughing like that too. The Kurilpa Poets are proud to have had the honour of hosting this holy (if not wholly) madman.

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Refreshments were needed after that, and while QPapaYandi chanelled the spirit of early Bob Dylan, the strange images of Aus. Artist Jeffrey Smarts’, hyper-realist 20th century Landscapes of Urban Alienation played across the Virtual gallery.

QPapa sings the blues!

As always the generosity of the Kurilpa Crew provided a varied fabulous feast. While even the Vegans found enough to graze on, other tastes were well catered for and I for one particularly liked those tasty cocktail sausages Jezza bought..yum!

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BUTTERFLY REVOLUTION

A Spectre is stalking the Greenhouse!

After the break the ever eclectic Frank Jordan (a fount of all sorts of unsuspected knowledge)preached the Butterfly Revolution, as mug shots of the usual insect suspects fluttered on the Virtual gallery’s Big Screen. Frank gave a very entertaining and informative talk, peppered with obscure facts and showing us humans how even Kropotkin Ants and Imperialist Butterflies can co-operate! All Power to the Hive Soviets, comrade!

Preaching Insectism to the Masses, revolutionary etymologist, Comrade Frank.

Then it was time for the days main feature Poet, the Runner up in this years Kurilpa Poetry Cup, Mr Loc Tran.

Mr Loc Tran and awestruck audience

Reading selections from his 2011 slim volume of verse, OPEN HEART SURGERY, and other more recent work, he won over the audience from the start and held their attention through out. Loc has an ability to cut straight through with an open hearted commitment to emotional honesty in his Poetry. Here is a poet who understands that the only Great Poetry is the Poetry that speaks as True as you can possibly make it. I’ve sometimes chided Loc that he’s wasting his time with Architecture and should get serious and settle down to his poetry. I’m only half joking.

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The day ran a little late, as it always does when we’re having a good time, and the sun was setting by the time the last poems were read and the last stragglers were making their way to the LIZARD down at West End, for  Happy Hour, to continue the conviviality.

Where possibly I lost my notes..

See you all next month!

Damn! What WAS the next line???!!!

Photos; SHANE K

Words; UNCKLE RAT

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March Mystery Musicians; THE TAPELOOPS

A rare archival photo of the Tapeloops,plotting Revolution, circa 1984

Announcing the Kurilpa Poets

Mystery Musicians for Sunday March 26th

The Tapeloops

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One Show Only-OnlyOnlylyly..!

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They’re back. The Tapeloops. Once they were a band.

No one knew how to describe them.

Just one of those weird, spikey things

the Brisbane Music Scene threw up in the eighties.

Like many pop groups, they started when a Brisbane Poet recorded the spin-cycle at the local laundromat as a backing track for his poetry. Friends became involved in the process by osmosis

and before anyone knew what was happening, there was a band.

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Anarchic & Poetic, lo-fi & lo-tech, this perhaps best defines their early style. They came complete with homemade and toy instruments; a Bush bass, car springs, a plastic trumpet, and an undersized kiddie keyboard were all accumulated.

The Tapeloops ran their own venues, put out their own records, booked their own tours. They were hard core DIY long before it became fashionable, back when it was neccessary.

Later on they got a real trumpet, some guitars (admittedly, one of the guitars was composed largely of popsticle sticks.) and learned to play three chords. The rest is History and a series of bad flashbacks..

John Treason, Linda Loop, and the Rev emerge briefly into the light, circa 1999

Who were/are the Tapeloops? We spoke with the 3 surviving Founders;

“The Miracle of Gerontology”, avows former Bassist and Wildman of Rock, John Treason, “means that as many as three of our former fans are still Alive. The rest are kept in a cold storage facility in South Australia. We’re hoping someone thaws them out in time for the first tour.”

Giving up their day jobs to return to Show Biz, Tapeloops, Linda Loop and John Treason today.

Don’t expect many old favourites in their set list either.

Most of the “songs” in their current repetoire are from this Century!

“We are defiant in the configuration of our line up and the choice of material we play!”, says Trumpeteer extraordinaire Linda Loop, (sometimes known as, “the sensible one”.)

“WE’ll play what WE want to play..unless somebody has a request and then we’ll probably play

that.. if we can remember how.”

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A similarly defiant Reverend Hellfire (often known as, “the difficult one”) avows that he

will never play a guitar again!

“They can’t make me. Well, not unless someone gives me a lot of money. Then I’ll play the freaking thing. And hopefully I’ll be able to afford to pay some lackey to tune it and lug the amp as well.”

These days the former guitarist seems more keen on honing his keyboard skills.

“I like the black keys,” confides a smiling Reverend.

The Tapeloops in seedy basement bar, circa 1985

Clearly the Fab Three are keen to return to the stage

and rumours are already swirling that their entire back catalogue is being digitalised and soon to be made available Netwise.

Meanwhile don’t miss this rare opportunity to experiance the eclectic/hypnotic sounds of the 21st Century version

of this mysterious and reclusive conclave.

Reverend Hellfire today. Still the “Difficult One”?

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2017 Kurilpa Poetry Cup Photo Review

Judge Cameron picks a winner..

2017 KURILPA POETRY CUP

PHOTO REVIEW

TWO-TIMING ANDREW SNATCHES TROPHY!

Cup Winner Andrew Ellery at the Mic

And so the fabulous 2017 Kurilpa Poetry Cup rolled round once again, and the olde Croquet Club

on the edge of sacred Musgrave Park

was abustle with activity as the Kurilpa Poets Steering Committee struggled to break in.

Yes, the combination on the gate-padlock had been changed and we hadn’t been informed. Panic reigned briefly as an ant-line of volunteers ferried equipment over the fence whilst others made desperate phone calls or tried to crack the combination lock.

Finally, the Reverend Hellfire issued an Emergency Presidential Decree and a tyre iron quickly resolved the issue.

“Not unlike Alexander the Great“, he quipped, as he cut thru Kurilpa Poets’ very own Gordian Knot.

Reverend Hellfire, afflicted by a fit of Alliteration

Access gained, our team of eager helpers quickly set up the hall, whilst Highgate Hill Songstress, Jem Sparkle,

provided her usual, ebullient soundtrack and Order emerged coyly out of Chaos.

Jem Sparkle and Golden Boy

Thus we were only slightly behind schedule as the first of

Fourteen of Brisbane’s finest poets bravely took to the stage that day

to give it their all and compete for the coveted Cup.

The 2017 KPC contestants were:

Savannu

Geoffrey Evans

Nigel QPY

Padraig

Michael Vaughan

Andrew Ellery

Trent Quinlan

Loc Tran

Kent

Greg Secombe aka The Loaded Dog

Theresa Creed

Fiona Privitera

Cahala

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First up was the ever eccentric Savannu, (our Feature Poet for April). Armed with a plastic bike-horn that reminded me of performing seals and people riding unicycles, Sav assured us that it was all very easy,

“you just go round and round in a circle.. and round and round.. and..” You get the drift..

Stalwart doorkeeper Geoffrey Evans was next up and bemoaned todays, “Trumpet blowing braggadocio”.

A cynical Nigel QPY took the dark view of Nursery Rhymes, assuring us that, “Old Mother Hubbard had her hand in the Till”.

Old Kurilpa associate, Paidraig, came “bearing gifts of Pestilence”,

while the always well-spoken Michael Vaughan shared his whimsical observations.

2016 KPC winner and noted Bad Boy, Andrew Ellery was up next with a harrowing slice of gritty, real-life melodrama, “if you’re a poofta I’ll cut your head off!”

Anita Reed followed, observing how we, “Don’t remember the way they died”.

An edgy Trent Quinlan gave us a tale of Jealousy and Obsession..”Dog Park Rules” he reckoned.

Madcap Architect & Poet Loc Tran brought a poem prepared for a friend’s wedding and warned of the perils of falling “for the first person” (Personally I always fall for the Third Person, Singular.)

Next up was poetic new comer Kent, bravely taking part in his first Kurilpa Cup, and himself no stranger to the Wedding Poem Genre. Greg The Loaded Dog Secombe took a bite at a sterile Society where “only our Fear germinates”.

Descendant of those iconic resistance fighters, the Kalkadoon, Theresa Creed gave us a typically dignified performance, entreating us all to “remember the Great Warriors”.

2016’s Joint/almost KPC winner Fiona Privitera gave us an unquiet poem whispering of “unquiet blood on the killing floor”, before newcomer Cahala delivered a rapid fire allegory of “a Land formerly Free” to wrap up the first round.

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After all that poetry we required refreshment. A famished audience fell on the food, soon demolishing the fabulous spread laid out by our fabulous kitchen crew, while on stage the Sparkly Jem and her lone Golden Boy kicked up a fine sound and the warped kaleidoscopic visions of Surrealist Joan Miro slid across the Virtual Gallery’s big screen like psychedelic play school Octopi.

Fortified we returned to our places to see what Feature Poet and Poetry Cup Judge, Cam Logan, had in store for us.

Bare chested bard Cameron Logan

Now for my money, Cam has one of the best reading voices in the Brisbane Poetry Scene, and he writes some truly blistering satirical poetry when he’s fired up as well. Now combine all this with his tastefully eclectic experiments with sound/song and you’ve got a pretty entertaining and interesting mix. I particularly liked his tale about “Those guys” and the dream adventures of Special Agent K.

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Having demonstrated why he’s a two time KPC winner, Cam then went off to put on his Judges Black Hat for the final round, while Visual Arts director Shane K briefed us on the career of Joan Miro.

Anita goes Cosmic for the final round

Anita Reed got the call first and responded with a poem full of “stellar cosmic musings”. Loc Tran then got up to deliver a poem both passionate and precise, making me wish he’d give up all this architecture nonsense and spend more time working for the Muse.

2017 KPC runner up Loc Tran

Calaha then gave us a diatribe on best revolutionary practise delivered with his usual trademark rapid fire delivery. Trent returned to read us a hospital poem about an “earthbound tripper” before Andrew returned to complete round two with another challenging and powerful poem, “Prick had it coming” was the cold call in the end.

Trent steps up for the Final Round

As the crowd buzzed with anticipation, Judge Cameron and the Reverend conferred. After a brief discussion, Cam stepped forth to deliver his final Verdict.

Andrew Ellery seems overwhelmed by his Victory

After praising all the poets participating and singling out several for special mention, and of course complaining, as judges traditionally do, of the difficulty of his task, Cam announced his decision..

And so the coveted Cup, for the second year in a row, went to a stunned and delighted Andrew Ellery!

The Runner Up (missing out by a cats whisker, or so the Sources say) was.. Loc Tran!

Loc

Amidst cheers Andrew was then bestowed with the Sacred Vessel (said to possess mystical powers!) by the Reverend, who also distributed the traditional loaf of bread, jug of wine and book of verses that form part of his esteemed prize.

Runner Up Loc Tran was also awarded a handsome Cup, tho somewhat smaller and without mystical powers (aside from the ability to command the loyalty of sea creatures!).

The other three finalists, Trent, Anita and Cahala all received handsome certificates commemorating their cultural achievement.

Finalist Calaha rocks out!

There was much more merriment, fun and gossip, but I’ll let the pictures tell the story. So I’ll finish up with a big thank you to all who participated in the Cup and of course, a VERY big thank you to Cameron, who took his judging duties very seriously and did an excellent job. I liked that he took the the time to explain his decisions and to find something to praise in each of the contestants.

the sacred Kurilpa Cup 2017

Next month we’ll be back with the renowned Sam Wagan Watson as feature Poet, and Mystery Musicians, the Tapeloops,

and of course our fabulous Open Mic sessions.

See you there!

See you all next time!

Words-Unckle Rat  Photos- Shane K

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The Virtual Gallery presents; JOAN MIRO

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This Sunday 26th Feb, 2017

as the Kurilpa Poetry Cup rolls on

The

VIRTUAL GALLERY

will be presenting this months feature artist,

the firebrand Catalan Surrealist,

JOAN MIRO.

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An artist who never stopped experimenting, Miro’s hauntingly ambiguous work has been described as entering,” a sandbox for the subconscious”.

Kurilpa’s Visual Arts Director, the enigmatically encyclopaedic Shane K

has boldly entered that arena with bucket and spade in hand, this Sunday he will share the results of his excavations.

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The Truth behind the 2017 Kurilpa Poetry Cup!

The 2016 Cup.. well, one of them!

We encourage newcomers to the Kurilpa Poetry Cup to delve deeply into our Archives

and there peruse the Historical Records, to learn thereby the fascinating Facts

and monstrous Myths surrounding the origins of this revered Ancient Folk Ritual.

Truth Seekers should Click on the link below to discover..

The True History of the Kurilpa Poetry Cup

https://kurilpapoetry.wordpress.com/2016/02/21/a-true-history-of-the-kurilpa-cup/

The 2013 Kurilpa Poetry Cup

An early relic; The 2013 Kurilpa Poetry Cup

Unsuspected Artist Lloyd Rees, Sun Nov 27th

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November’s Unsuspected Artist

Lloyd Rees

This months Virtual Gallery feature at the Kurilpa Poets end of year gig

is local landscape artist, Lloyd Rees.

Yeronga born Rees’s long life (1895 to 1988) was filled with his uniquely meticulous paintings and sketchings.

Receiving both acclaim and harsh criticism for his style, he was twice winner of the prestigious Wynne Prize.

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Despite losing his sight in later years, Rees continued painting, claiming that one of the benefits of going blind was that he was now able to look directly into the sun.

Come along this Sunday November 27th, 2pm, to the Old Croquet Club

and check out this virtual exhibition as Visual Arts Director Shane K

tells us more about this influential Australian artist.

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NOW WE ARE TEN, Water Rats Anniversary, Sun 27th November

“Now We Are Ten!”

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THE KURILPA POETS

End of Year/10th Anniversary Celebration!

Sunday, 27th November, 2016

Starts 2pm

with

SPECIAL FEATURE POET: 

THERESA TRACEY CREED

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MYSTERY MUSICIAN: MATT BARNES

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MC: REVEREND HELLFIRE

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& A Special Appearance by KURILPA RAT!
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and as always there’ll be;

Open Mic Sessions! The Virtual Gallery! Prizes!

Free Speech! Free Thought!

Free Food & Refreshments!

Fabulously Friendly Folk!

And ample On-site Parking!

All this and more for a mere $5

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They said we’d never make it,

but here we are, November, 2016CE

and the Kurilpa poets are still gamely stumbling forward,

verse spilling from their lips as they pass.

Who knows whither they goest?

No man, no, nor woman neither.

Let them pass. Or better yet, join the jolly parade

of poets, prophets,

polemicists and psychopaths

as they make their merry way into the Future.

Bring your favourite verse, no need to rehearse,

just take to the stage and read from the page,

or just bring your ears, but make sure you appear!

And bring a bottle or plate, if you’re able to mate!

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So join the Water Rats

2pm, Sunday 27th November, 2016

at 91 Cordelia Street, South Brisbane

beneath the trees of sacred Musgrave Park

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The Water Rats Picnic; Photo review

Who's the leader of the Gang???

Who’s the leader of the Gang??? Kurilpa Rat!

The Water Rats Picnic

Versifying at the West End Festival,

Saturday 29th October, 2016

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And so we Few, we Band of Brothers, took to the mean and gritty streets of West End to bring Poetry back to the People.

There had been some unfortunate scratchings to our line-up, and it was now down to a mere handful of bedraggled Survivors to uphold the good name of the Kurilpa Poets.

The Big Four taking the microphone that day were none other than stalwart Kurilpian Geoffrey Evans, the Venerable Eido Boru, Greg “The Loaded Dog” Secombe (back after an absence) and of course myself, the Reverend Hellfire. (No show without Punch).

The Loaded Dog barking at Windmills

The Loaded Dog back to bark at West End Windmills

Accompanying us that day was Secretary John Treason, acting as both official photographer and Stage Manager. John had wisely arranged to have the poet’s stage moved from the somewhat isolated location of the people’s park and out onto the stage by the Big Lizard, in full public view, where we were able to annoy and provoke many more people.

An Inspirational looking Geoffrey Evans

An Inspirational looking Geoffrey Evans

Actually it was rather like Theatre-in-the-round – you had to keep rotating to address segments of the audience, meanwhile the microphone lead wrapped around you like a mummy’s bindings.

Enter the Venerable Eido

Enter the Venerable Eido

Naturally also, there were hold-ups with the usual technical problems you get performing at festivals; microphones failing and power sources suddenly cutting off and grumpy stage hands acting like it’s all your fault somehow..ah I love show biz!! I’m an artist so I sneak off to get a gin and tonic while others sort out the mundane tech issues. Eventually we had sound and we got to rant and strut our fretful hour upon the stage. It was indeed a lovely day to be declaiming our Wild and Wacky Words to the unsuspecting populace. A surprising number of passers-by and casual sitters-on-bums actually paid attention to us like they were really listening!. Some even smiled at us and laughed at our jokes!.

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A little bit of Theatre and clowning keeps the Vibe up-beat; Kurilpa Rat makes a furtive appearance..a Manic Geoffrey is injected with Medicinal Holy Water..Eido is deadpan droll as a Troll as always..

We wind up just in time to miss being drowned-out by what appears to be a Mexican Mariachi band celebrating the Day of the Dead. Ah West End!

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The Water Rats scurried home, tired but happy. The Carnival, for this year, was definitely over.

Thanks to Robin Taubenfield for inviting us to appear at the West End Festival.

Viva Kurilpa!

Viva Kurilpa!

Viva Kurilpa!

Words; Rev Hellfire

Pictures; John Treason

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