PHOTO REVIEW; TOM NELSON & JAMIE SPENCE, July 2017

Feature Poet Jamie Spence makes his Brisbane debut

July Photo Review

Tom Nelson & Jamie Spence

Memento Mori Glory

Our theme in July, Memento Mori, had several patrons turning up in mourning attire, expecting some sort of Service or Wake for a recently departed member of the tribe. Explaining how the theme was more of a generalised injunction rather than a specific instance of Mortality we swiftly moved on to the business at hand..

Fab Blues & Rock singer/songwriter and all around geetar whizz Mr Matt Barnes opened with a rousing set that would surely wake any dead within earshot.

Blues Maestro Matt Barnes

Reverend Hellfire, keeping to the theme, read extracts thruout the afternoon, of the famously depressive Australian Poet, Barcroft Boake’s morbid masterpiece, “Where the Dead Men Lie” (Aside from this poem, Mr Boake is perhaps best known for hanging himself with a stockwhip).

Gentle-man Poet Michael Vaughan‘s first poem had plants distributing Angel Dust, while his second piece on “How to Play Pinball” had balls of steel and flipped us right out..Radio guru, Eido Boru gave us sardonic observations, sharp and brief..while Cahala‘s meandering meditations on the QLD Health Dept. detoxified the brain..Paul Dobbyn returned from retirement to share with us alliterative reflections on Dead Pop Stars, while “Aunty” Theresa Creed

told us a “sea-soaked” tale alive with Spirit, “Home cried the Wind/over way-weary waves”

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Newcomer, Indigenous Poet Alan, “Stafford bred & born” told us of his 4 years of hell ending in a jail cell where he discovered he could write..SAVANU reminisced on the joy of taking a ride in the “rolls royce of Opioids” and Geoffrey Evans returned from walkabout with a digression on Astrolonomy and some “meanomorphic meanderings of the Moon”!

Jamie Spence plays the Poetry Challenge

Our first Feature Poet for the day was newcomer Jamie Spence, winner of a Poetry Slam recently conducted under the auspices of the Reverend out in the wilds of Ipswich. Jamie kept the crowd well entertained with his intelligent and witty works, and introduced us to the “Poetry Game Challenge” – a technique by which several of his poems were created. The game is to take a topic you wouldn’t normally write about and do it in the style of a famous poet. His most successful piece was perhaps his Robert Frost-ian meditation on a Supermarket, which began,” Two Aisles Diverged..”

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After the break and another fine set of down-home hoe-downs and more mood music from Matt Barnes, we returned for the day’s main Feature Poet, Mr Tom Nelson.

Tom is a well respected and familiar face around the Brisbane Poetry scene, and delivered a cracking feature set of poetry that showed that he’s also far too self-effacing about his talents.. On this occasion he treated us to a series of subtle and sensitive poems, (leavened with a touch of the Larrikin Streak) that result from a Lifetime’s worth of experience and observation.

A case in point, his thoughtful examination of Sexual and Emotional Fidelity: “You reach that Time when you must decide“; or his Poetic Paen to the brave Volunteer Firefighters of yester-year, in the innocent days before Occupational Health & Safety became a Thing, when,“at the Gates of Hell we stood”.

Yes, as Tom reminds us, it’s not surprising that, “There’s no old Firemen“.

The esteemed Tom Nelson

Tom followed with memories of an idyllic fishing trip and a loving hymn to olfactory nostalgia,

and later a heart-felt confessional for a departed friend, “I was too busy/ I brushed you off.”

Thru-out his set his poems gave voice to a deep and sincere Humanism, ranging from the tender regret expressed

for a wounded moth ablaze,

to the bitter-sweet comic relief of “My Dad Hates Cats.

Laugh and the world laughs with you..

Speaking for myself I think it was one of the most satisfying Feature sets that I have witnessed at Kurilpa. Well done mate, I dips me lid, as the Poet once said..

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High lights of the second Open Mic included; Kitchen Martinette Linda Loop pirouetted silhouetted against the rhythmic tones generated by Mr Matt Barnes steel-string, hollow-bodied geetar, as she crooned the lyrics of her original song. (Top marks to Matt here for his ability to be suddenly presented with a sheet of music and start playing it in front of an audience.) Moved to music, the irrepressible Geoffrey Evans then gave us a spontaneous acapella “Summer-time” sans “blackface” , while the venerable Eido Boru set Johnny Rotten and the Buddha on a collision course. Cameron Logan’s strange Dream Journal took us “travelling forward in Time at the usual pace”, fuelled by cigarettes and botulism. Finally the Reverend Hellfire brought the day to a close, adopting the personae of Emoticon Man to deliver a blistering satire on modern modes of mass communication.

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Well, it’s time to let the pictures do the rest of the talking, and Visual Arts Editor Shane K has once again produced some stunning character portraits. So enjoy and see you all next time!

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-Words; Unckle Rat

-Photos; Shane K

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Kurilpa Feature Poet SEAN WEST, Sunday 24th Sept

Kurilpa Poets present;

Sept 24th Feature Poet

SEAN WEST

This month the Kurilpa Poets are proud to present as our September Feature Poet, one of Brisbanes most promising young poetic talents, Sean West, mild-mannered QUT creative writing student by day, dynamic Poetic Super-Hero by night.

An avid slam poet and former QPF intern, his work has appeared in such places as IBIS, The Tundish Review, QUT Inklings Zine, Veronica Literary Magazine, Freezeray Poetry, Pastel Magazine and These Frozen Moments and also appeared in a Good Room Collective installation.

Deceptively fresh-faced Sean turns out a kind of Cartoon Modernism, studded with ageless lines of “salt encrusted wisdom” that Poets thrice his age would struggle to craft. His verse recently impressed the crowd when he appeared at the 2017 QLD Poetry Festival’s Literary Saloon.

You can view his contribution to the Salon on

You Tube at;

This will be Sean’s first Feature Performance so make sure you turn up this Sunday, 24th September, at 2pm

at 91 Cordelia Street, Sth Brisbane, so you too can say, “I was there!”.

For more info on the days events go to..

https://kurilpapoetry.wordpress.com/2017/09/16/more-poems-about-dinosaurs-and-cats-sunday-24th-september/

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More Poems about Dinosaurs and Cats, Sunday 24th September

The Kurilpa Poets

proudly present;

“More Poems about Dinosaurs and Cats”

Sunday, 24th September, 2pm

91 Cordelia Street, Sth Brisbane

‘neath the trees of Musgrave Park.

Sylvia Plath and TS Elliot don their costumes in preparation for this months Kurilpa Poets event

Spring is in the air and the Water Rats have awakened from their Winter hibernation to launch their latest poetic extravaganza upon an unsuspecting world.

This month our poetic theme is dedicated to the lumbering giants and the slinking felines that have graced our planet,

and was in part inspired by last month’s Feature Poet,

Tom Nelson‘s touching, bittersweet poem;

Our Dad Hates Cats“.

Also, it may not be generally known

that “Cats” and “Dinosaurs” are the two most frequently entered search terms (after Pornography & Donald Trump of course) on the Internet today and as such our theme is clearly a cheap ploy to act as click-bait and seize the fickle Public’s attention for a nano-second or two..

Be that as it may, we encourage people this month to bring

 their poetic tributes for the scaled, the feathered and the furred.

Our Mystery Musician this month is non-other than the enchanting Mz Jem Sparkles, surely the personification of Spring herself and a real cool cat to boot.

The Reverend Hellfire will be emerging from his primeval swamp to act as Master of Ceremonies, whilst

Lumbering thru the Virtual Gallery’s Big Screen, will be artistic leviathan,

Jack B Yeats, landscape artist and brother

of the famous WB Yeats of Poetic renown.

As always there’ll be 2 Open Mic Sessions, Free Food and Refreshments, Free Onsite Parking, Surprising Prizes and fabulous, friendly Folk in full abundance.

Yes, all this and more for a mere $5 at the door

or an even more mere $4 if you’re a KICI member.

And if you’re feeling Community-minded we encourage you to bring a plate or bottle or packet of something nice

to share at the Feast.

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WARM WINTER WORDS-Photo Review

David Hallett warms up the crowd

Warm Winter Words;

Photo-Review

Secretary John Treason & Treasurer Carol Balfor bask on the steps

Twas one of Brisbane’s perfect Winter Days, blue sky-ed, sunny and mild. The only dark thought was how hot next Summer is going to be if this is how warm it is in Winter.

Fortunately Poetry is generally carbon neutral and so we gathered with a free conscience to toast our toes in the fiery glow of Poesy.

Kurilpa’s favourite Mystery Musician, Jem Sparkle, filled the hall with her sweet tunes and rollicking rockers as the poets gathered from near and far to add their kindling to the flames.

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Master of Ceremonies for the Day, Cam Logan stepped forward to ignite the Open Mic and a succession of phrases and images tumbled out of our poets mouths/ snatching at the word-lines /scraps of poetry swirling in the currents like ashes..

First Time Kurilpa reader Brett Cravaliat impressed and left us with the curious mental image of a naked Samuel Pepys..The venerable Eido Boru set out to Offend the Offended and the Begating begun..stepping into the Void, MC Cam’s Voice was Lost & Found, one day playing with cardboard gun, the next a Gold Coast Kardashian..Gentleman poet, Michael Vaughan shared words of wisdom whilst The Reverend‘s warming winter words were Soup for the Soul while the Loaded Dog delivered a timely reminder to Do Unto Others..newcomer Carla Cravaliat rounded the first open mic off to well earned applause, and it was time to eat.

Jem Sparkles

And eat we did, with a generous abundance of Tasties donated by the water rats, and some rather nice wines were on hand as well to go with it as songbird Jem Sparkle trilled.

Happily also, with the kitchen successfully chained off from the mob this month, Crowd Control was no longer a problem for our hard-working kitchen crew.

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After an illuminating presentation on the days featured artist, Stuart Davis, by Visual Arts Director Shane K it was time for our Feature Poet from the rainbow region, David Hallett.

Quietly but clearly spoken, the casualness of his approach/appearance belies the polished professionalism of this powerful poets performance.

As with all good/great poets, David has the difficult task of being sooth sayer/ truth sayer in an Age where “ten million facebook likes can’t be wrong”, and where “Climate Change is a prank phone call” and the “roll call of extinction” expands exponentially every day. This Suburban Shaman reads the signs in the modern wilderness, there are revelations to be found everywhere, even in the simple act of trying to recycle batteries at Aldi. Can Poetry heal the Soul and Save the World? David Hallett for one is willing to give it a try.

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Too soon it was the Master Poets’ last poem, a moving tribute to Byron Bay and its’ healing nonconformist Vibes, celebrating the Power of Place. David gave us a professional performance and some Great Poetry; which kept the audience focused thru-out his set and won an extended round of applause for his efforts at the conclusion..

The Second Open Mic rolled around and was opened by songstress Linda Loop dashing from the Rotunda to sing a heart rending Schubert lieder that echoed agelessly thru the centuries.

Cahala gave us an amusing shaggy dog story concerning his adventures dealing with Coffee Culture & Veganism. later the author expressed doubts to me. Sure it was funny, he worried, but was it really poetry?

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New Kurilpa Poets member Brett returned to the stage

and explained that writing poetry allowed him to vent his Road Rage without feeling the need to reach for a sawn off shotgun. he then proceeded to blow away every highway irritant from Mercedes Benz Nazi’s to the bicycle before going on to explain that four wheel drives are the vehicle of choice for;

“overly hetero man/ where car and size of penis/ go hand in hand.”

Well, hand in glove I would hope, in this age of rampant viral infestations.

MC Cam gave us an absurdist haiku on a Magpie drinking from a styrofoam cup, whilst the Rev extolled the virtues of his Winter Bed.

The day rolled on to it’s conclusion. Before I let the photos do the rest of the talking, I’ll finish with these words of wisdom from Michael Vaughan;

“Withstanding raw, biting severity/

Prevailing through grit and tenacity.”

Linda Loop lilts lovely lieder 

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-Words; Unckle Rat

-Photos Shane K

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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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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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IS THIS LOVE? -July PHOTO REVIEW

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The Doctor is in! Matt Hetherington 

KURILPA POETS JULY PHOTO REVIEW;

“IS THIS LOVE??”

Sure it F**kin’ is!

The Rev, Jem and Linda build a Ring of Fire!

The Rev, Jem and Linda build a Ring of Fire!

“Any Man who can safely drive whilst kissing a pretty girl is simply not giving the kiss the attention it deserves.”- Albert Einstein

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“Love“, the wise old, bearded-philosopher & pervert, Plato, once declared,” makes Poets of us All!” and it certainly seemed there was no lack of Inspiration at the Kurilpa Poets July Event, where for once, the day’s designated Theme was not completely ignored by all and sundry!

Looks like the Love Poem still has Legs!

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So after a suitably sultry opening set from smouldering songstress Jem Sparkle (Solo on this occasion)

a scarlet clad Rev Hellfire kicked off the first Open Mic by reading absent Water-Rat, Michael Vaughans

charming sonnet on memories of partners past. (As always Michael likes to bracket his poems with quotes, in this case from Albert Einstein. See above.) Wal, veteran of the old Bohemian Cafe Poetry Scene, on the other hand, candidly confessed he was not a morning person, and apt to crush the skulls of innocent pigeons before his first coffee.

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Geoffrey Evans turned in a bravura performance, assuring us that while Men may fall in Love thru the Eyes, Women fall in Love thru the Ears. (Surely every ugly Poet’s Hope!)

Tony Rice pondered whether we may one day live to see the edge of the Universe, whilst newly elected Committee member, the sternly sentient Eido Boru, referred us back to Einstein again.

Ooops! (Noises off)

Ooops! (Noises off)

Sadly Sue Dreeves Dawn-drenched verse was interrupted by the Reverend’s clumsy offstage antics, as he inexplicably made repeated attempts to destroy Jem Sparkles guitar. (Big MEA CULPA from the Rev here Ladies! Sheer clumsiness I’m afraid!) Fortunately attendants swiftly moved him out of the disaster area whilst they swept up the broken glass, and the show rolled on.. Thomas Nelson went on to assure the Object of his Poem’s Desire that “You are mine alone tonight” whilst the Kurilpa Poet’s Cultural Ambassador to Vietnam, Mr Cam Logan, told us the tale of Benny’s sentimental clarinet.

My notes for Kurilpa Cup Winner Fiona Privitera say only,

Celery“. Not sure. It might be a Vegan thing.

"She's very forgiving," explains the Rev

“She’s very forgiving,” explains the Rev

Narelle Kinneally Tolstaff then made a reappearance at Kurilpa after a gap of..oh, lets say far too long. Good to see you back dear.

Newcomer Alice sashayed stylishly on stage to deliver a most confident reading, whilst Water Rat Elder, Paul Dobbyn, popped down from his Uni-Bomber style log cabin in the bush to deliver his latest poetic manifesto.

Nigel Q PapaYandi impressively improvised an impromptu Revolutionary Love poem on the spot , whilst as always SAVANNU‘s poems seem to have the last laugh, and it’s a very strange laugh indeed. Gerrard made some public spirited announcements and Shane discoursed learnedly on this months forgotten artistic genius, Grace Cossington Smith.

Linda Loop with Grace Cossington Smith's iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge in background

Linda Loop with Grace Cossington Smith’s iconic Sydney Harbour Bridge in background

Then it was time for the Refreshment Break whilst the sweetly seductive Jem sang her second set, at one stage joined by lovely Linda Loop on Trumpet and the Reverend on backing vocals (making up for his earlier misdeeds) for a rousing version of that old Johnny Cash classic, Ring of Fire.

Burn! Burn! Burn!

Burn! Burn! Burn!

Verandha Crew

Verandha Crew

Then it was time for our Feature Poet, the “Doctor of Love”, Matt Hetherington, newly shaven like a Buddhist monk (probably comes from writing all those Haiku) to deliver his set. After a serious of exquisitely crafted haiku, and similar minimalist poetic pieces, and learning that he likes his Lovers to lie on his left side, we were treated to some sensitive poems on his 9 year old daughter. (Matt shared his plan with us to chart her childhood by writing a series of such poems, producing one every twelve months or so. )Some of the glorious simplicity of the childs world was captured in the sample that we heard from this ongoing project.

Poet, Luv Doctor and part-time taxi driver, Matt Hetherington

Poet, Luv Doctor and part-time taxi driver, Matt Hetherington

Matt is a natural gentleman and his poems are like himself; intelligent, witty, wry, sometimes angry, mostly amused, sensitive yet displaying a quiet strength, self-contained and yet also caring. These are all qualities, it struck me, that are necessary for writing the perfect Love Poem.

Marketing Time!

Marketing Time!

A sombre Matt H contemplates his audience

A sombre Matt H contemplates his audience

The Second Open Mic Set saw New comer Janeen join the ranks of the Water Rats, to contribute her verse dissecting an “emotional relationship”. Or it might have been an “emotional relation-grip“..my notes aren’t clear at this point.

Cam returned to read a poem on one leg. Again, not sure why.

It’s like that Celery thing. My notes are largely disintegrated from this point, having unaccountably been soaked in wine.

Linda Loop emerged once more from the Kitchen to sing in pure tones  acapella, “Das Verlassene Madlein” an ancient Lied.

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Also adding Musical Content was a surprise appearance at the end of the day by local “living musical legend”, Ms Dawn Daylight.

Dawn Daylight

Dawn Daylight

It’s always an experience to hear Dawn sing and this was no exception. The audience was blown away by her powerful voice, as indeed was the Rev, who promptly booked her to feature as Mystery Musician in September.

Dawn Daylight sings

Dawn Daylight returns to Kurilpa in September

And so the Occasion ended amidst plentiful Vibes of Peace Love and Serenity. The Water Rats, Tired but Happy, scurried off to their various burrows for the night

to write more verse by candlelight no doubt, whilst the more nocturnally inclined adjourned as always to the Rumpus Room next to the Big Lizard in West End to continue the good fellowship.

As always I’ll let the pictures do the rest. Ciao till next time.

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-words by Unckle “Can’t decipher my notes” Rat.

-photos by Shane “Colourblind!!?” K.

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AUGUST & SEPTEMBER

The Water Rats will be having a break on Sunday August 28th, to show the QLD Poetry Festival our support.

Instead we’ll be helping to co-host their Indigenous Breakfast reading happening that morning at the Croquet Club.

We’ll be posting more on this before the event or you can check the QLD Poetry Festivals website for further details.

The Kurilpa Poets will be returning in September to our usual spot on the last Sunday of the month.

In fact we’ve got a really great Spring show coming up on

SEPTEMBER 25th, 2pm with a special, celebrity Politician/Poet Feature Poet who’s sure to cause a ruckus!!

Who?

Stay tuned for further details!

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“THE SERENITY” -JUNE PHOTO REVIEW

A calm crowd attends the serenity

A calm crowd attends the serenity

Kurilpa Poets June Photo review-The Serenity!

Ah! The Serenity!

Surely there was a blissful aura of good vibrations emanating from the old Musgrave Park Croquet Hall last June 26th, when the Kurilpa Poets and Friends gathered once more in convivial conclave to celebrate the Power of the Word.

Even the challenging and confronting subject matter of Feature Poet, Fiona Privitera‘s set of poems that day, did not dampen the overall Vibe. Rather they added a bittersweet tint to the Whole, a timely reminder perhaps, like the skeleton at a Roman Feast, that the pleasures of life are fleeting and hard won, to be treasured whenever they’re found.

But I’m “waxing poetic” here, as did indeed also the many and diverse array of Poets who stood up to take the stage during Open Mic.

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Warming us up was the Reverend Hellfire with a heart-felt paean to the comforts of his bed in winter. Lazy bastard!

Geoffrey Evans offered his reminiscences of 1974 and Cyclone Tracey’s devastation. Newcomer Michael presented us with an uplifting sonnet assuring us that we cannot fail.

Local sage Tom Nelson instructed us to “close your eyes and see” whilst last month’s fabulous Feature Poet, Cam Logan, unleashed his satirical reflections on a vegan meal and a leather jacket.

Talented poet Claire Fitzpatrick shared how it felt

placing her hand on the Earth in a field of Nails.

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Michael Vaughan‘s classy sonnet wondered whether the price of serenity is placidity, whilst “Not-only-a-bush-poet” Anita Reed reminded us that “the stars will remain and we’ll leave no trace”.

New comer Robert Lort delivered a strangely surrealistic piece of poetry for our enjoyment, whilst Linda Loop serenely sang her Astrologically tinged song acapella, “Night of the Zenith”.

Nigel QPapa delivered an old rap piece of his on the joys of being arrested in QLD, whilst suspected communist sympathiser Gerard wistfully wondered

“Where is the Common Wealth?”

Arts Party number-cruncher and itinerant Buddhist Monk Eido Boru brought Open Mic to a close with an impassioned plea for our preferences in the Senate.

The Great Jeff Usher

The Great Jeff Usher

Whilst Jazz and Blues giant Jeff Usher then took his place at the keyboards for his second musical set, Kurilpa Poets Visual Arts Supremo Shane K took us thru the life and works of this month’s Virtual Gallery artist, J.B. Kitaj.

The rise of fascism by JB Kitai

The rise of fascism by JB Kitai

Then Jeff Ushers’ subtle fingers set the sonic dial to Supreme Serenity as the poets ate and chatted and ambled peaceably upon the lawn. Top marks to the kitchen crew for once again putting together a splendid repast! And thanks also to everyone who brought food to contribute to the community feast.

Gil & Lin, Kitchen maestros

Gil & Lin, Kitchen maestros

It was just as well we were all well fed and soothed and serene by the time it came to facing the emotional rigours of the Feature Set!

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For Fiona Privitera then quietly took the stage and bravely delivered a harrowing set of sometimes deeply disturbing poems, exploring

a cluster of topics centering around child abuse, family dysfunction, societal violence et al. Never, I think, have I seen a Kurilpa audience so riveted by a reading. At one point I thought I’d have to flee myself, lest I give way to an unseemly display of public weeping.

Poems on such topics can easily descend into self pity or agit-prop sloganeering. Fe avoided both traps, delivering her words with a simple, honest clarity that gave her poems a strange sort of unassailable strength.

At the end of her set the audience showed their sincere appreciation with heartfelt applause. It felt like the audience and poet had been through a lot together.

But Life goes on. “Nothing dries faster than a tear”, an ancient philosopher once declared. So we pulled ourselves together and launched into the second Open Mic set. More brave, honest and wise words were spoken then, before the day was done.

But..Alas, I’ve lost my notes!

You’ll just have to look at the pictures.

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Words; Unckle Rat

Pictures; Shane K

“The SERENITY” with Fi Privitera & Jeff Usher, Sunday 26th June

The KURILPA POETS present;

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“THE SERENITY”

Sunday, 26th June, 2pm

91 Cordelia Street, West End

Moving on from last months Dionysian depths, we ascend to the calm and contemplative heights of the Apollonian, and celebrate this month the contemplative, the meditative, the pastoral and the lyric aspects of Poetry. Can the Muse still provide a balm and solace for weary minds in the increasingly frenetic and agitated world of today?

Can the Muse lead us thru the noisy Labyrinth of Self

to find a quiet place for the heart to sit? Lets find out!

with Special Feature Poet;

Fiona Privitera

FIONA PRIVITERA

The Kurilpa Poetry Cup this year was unusual in that for the first time ever, the supplementary award of “Almost” or “Joint” Winner (depending on who you ask) was created to acknowledge the very special poetical skills of Fiona Privitera, our Feature Poet for June.

Fiona recieves the KPC 2016"Almost Winner" award

Fiona recieves the KPC 2016″Almost Winner” award

Fiona is, among many things, a poet, artist’s model, kitchen dancer and ocean lover.

Past writing focused on the theme of desire and includes poems about naked women on sushi trains, candy store sex and underwater cities where fish dance with people.

For the last two years she has been writing about depression, suicide and abuse.

She hopes that soon she will be done writing about such things because it isn’t much fun.

As well as appearing regularly at the Kurilpa Poets, she has performed her own and others poetry around the Brisbane Poetry scene at many open mics for over the last 15 years. Fiona has also appeared at The Queensland Poetry Festival (QPF) in 2003, 2006 and 2009.

This year you’ll be able to see some of her visual text-based cut-up work on display at the QPF. 

In the meantime come and get a good serving of Priviteriana at the Kurilpa Poets this June 26th.

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lizard

lizard

leaving the lonely

all alone

languid in this slipping

sun slight

lizard

has small feet

slips between

a crawl in the wall

a red brick

moon garden.

– Fiona Privitera

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And appearing as Mystery Musician;

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JEFF USHER

Music hath charms to sooth the savage beast, or so noted animal-wrangler Bill Shakespeare once declared. Supplying the Sonic Tranquillizer Darts for us this month will be the chilled one himself, Brisbane Jazz & Blues Giant,

Jeff Usher.

Birds of a Feather; Jeff charms a savage beast

Birds of a Feather; Jeff charms a savage beast

We were all blown away by Jeff’s magnificent music at the Kurilpa Poetry Cup back in February and we are honoured to have him return for a second appearance. Don’t miss this chance to hear a true music legend in the intimate ambience of the Olde Croquet Club.

A selection of CD’s of Jeff’s Music will be available for purchase at the front desk on the day. Buy one and make sure you get your genuine ‘Usher Artefact’ personally autographed by the Great Man himself.

And in the White Corner..Jeff Usher!

As always there will be two Open Mic sessions where you can have your say, the Unsuspected Artists of The Virtual Gallery, Free Food and Refreshments, Free On-Site Parking, Prizes,

and of course the Fabulous Company of Friendly Folk!

All this and more for a mere $5/$3 members

All Friendly Folk Welcome.

Kurilpa Poets, Home of the Water Rat

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KURILPA POETS” “April Foolery” with Andrew Ellery, April 24th

KURILPA POETS

PRESENT

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“April Foolery”

Sunday 24th April, 2pm

with special Feature Poet;

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ANDREW ELLERY

(Winner of the 2016 Kurilpa Poetry Cup)

and Mystery Musician of the Month;

MATT BARNES

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Not to mention M.C. (Master of Chicanery);

REVEREND HELLFIRE

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And as always you will find;

2 OPEN MIC SESSIONS, FREE FOOD & REFRESHMENTS,

FREE ON-SITE PARKING, THE VIRTUAL GALLERY, PRIZES, FABULOUSLY FRIENDLY FOLK AND MORE!

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 This month, in honour of all things Ridiculous, and to celebrate the Power of Laughter to bring down Tyrants, we encourage people to bring along the funniest, silliest, or most satirical poem they (or someone-else) have written.

Be it you’re latest sarcastic Satire denouncing the decadent evils of the Modern World, a whimsical Ode by Lewis Carrol, or a piece of low doggerel you copied off the men’s room wall, come share it with the Water-rats and their Friends and bathe in the healing warmth of humour. See you there for some April Foolery at

The Olde Croquet Club

91 Cordelia Street, West End.

Beneath the trees of Sacred Musgrave Park

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