LUNA VERSE PHOTO REVIEW with Leo Porter

October Photo Review

LUNA VERSE

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Pagan Idolatry was rampant at the Olde Croquet Club that Sunday

as Kurilpa’s poetic Minions of the Moon gathered to pay homage to that celestial orb. (By God, Barnaby Joyce was right! These greenie-poetic types are a bunch of heathens!)

Opening the revels was a fine set of eclectic musical experimentation from Poet-Musician Cam Logan in his guise as FREE LUNA. Quirky lyrics, toe tapping rhythms and seductive melodies, plus the odd tasteful touch of theremin magic, are the trademarks of Cam’s musical project.

FREE LUNA, doing no harm

Those interested in hearing more of the sounds of this madcap genius can turn to SOUNDCLOUD, where Cam, in the guise of his other Musical Avatar, “Charlie Foxtrot” has several sound files available for your listening pleasure, at;

https://soundcloud.com/charliefoxtrotbris

theremin magic

Getting the Open Mic ball rolling along, the Reverend Hellfire & Linda Loop gave the crowd an amusing piece of Performance Poetry entitled, “The Moon Offended”, with the charming Ms Loop standing in for the Luna Deity and the Reverend in the role of supplicant Poet. Visual Arts Director Shane has supplied some stunning photos of this little skit, which have lent themselves to some fanciful photo-shopping by the Rev.

The poem in question can be read at;

https://reverendhellfire.wordpress.com/2017/10/29/tonight-the-moon-offended-redux/

Local maverick Cahala demonstrated due “judicial diligence” to expose a vast conspiracy where toxins and vaccines collude in sinister conclave. Newcomer Raquel Bastos gave us a poem by renowned Brazilian poet Fernando Pessoa and his 75 literary personalities, first in Portuguese and then in translation. Raquel is also a talented viola player as well, and will be playing a special show soon at the Old Museum as half of the ELTON BASTOS DUO.

Thomas Nelson’s was up next, and inspired by Raquel’s Latin inspired contribution, gave us a Spanish Quintilla, “Silencio” on the theme of tortuous love. (Ah, is there any other type of love). Then pocket-poet Geoffrey Evans, promised to deliver a punctual poem on the Moon, which, he insisted, would run for precisely 2 minutes and fifty-five seconds, but I forgot to time him, so I couldn’t say for sure. It was pretty short anyway.

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SAVANU put out the metaphorical begging bowl, offering to

“read poems for Money”, while Nigel Da Free gave us a taste of street poetry with heart. Trent bowled us over with a triple Haiku, while Greg “the Loaded Dog” Secombe promised to be “mercifully brief”, before delivering a love poem both short and sweet. The first open Mic ended with newcomer Bevan Pearson sharing his words and then it was time for the break and more jaunty rhythms & jive talk from FREE LUNA as the Water Rats feasted and chatted.

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Suitably refreshed we returned to hear Shane K‘s informative talk on the iconic Art of American artist Edward Hopper, before going on to the Day’s Feature set with promising young Brisbane poet Leo Porter.

Leo Porter in denial, “I never wrote poems..”

“I never wrote Poems,” claimed Leo,” I just saw the words and put them together.” Accordingly he went on to construct an assemblage of images, rising to a Babel-like tower of allegory. Entering Leo’s world we saw a legal case turned into poetry as the body decomposed/ a sonnet redolent with the latent stench of fear/ freaking out as marsupial elves caper on the roof as Arachne’s children sleep easily tonight/ dreams about a room in his house filled with dirt/ “I thought alcohol made you forget”/quotes emerge like frogs after the rain; “charred glyphs on the walls of my organs”/ bleeding raw ink on the paper carcase.

“I thought alcohol made you forget”-LP

All in all a most entertaining set of Poetry was delivered with style and confidence by young Mr Porter. We eagerly look forward to hearing his future work.

After the break Tom gave us a poem that had caterpillars nibbling at our cerebellum, while Shane reminisced about Barry Humphreys’ Anarcho-Surrealist days in Melbourne, when he declared War on the normality of Australia in the Fifties.

Linda and Cam then teamed up to give us one of Ms Loop’s personally penned songs, “Waiting for the fulling of the Moon”.

At which point my notes give out, so as always, I’ll let the pictures tell the rest of the story.

See you all next time.

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Photos; Shane K

Words & photo editing; Unckle Rat

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KURILPA POETS,”RAP WRAP” Sunday 26th November, with; THE TAPELOOPS

THE KURILPA POETS

present

“RAP WRAP”

Sunday 26th November, 2pm

91 Cordelia Street.

with Guest Artists- THE TAPELOOPS

Mystery musician- JEM SPARKLEs

& Special MC- CAM LOGAN

with unsuspected artist- Paul Klee

And so the Great Wheel turns to Summer’s Solstice once again, traditionally a time of endings and beginnings..

..Meanwhile, as the Queensland Electorate wakes up on Sunday Morning, to survey with bleary eyes the Government they’ll have landed themselves with for the next four years, down at the Croquet Club in Musgrave Park, the Water Rats prepare to wrap up the Poetic Language Business for 2017, with the a fabulous Bohemian Celebration; “RAP WRAP” to which you are all most cordially invited.

The Kurilpa Kitchen Krew welcome you!

We’ll have Poets rapping & crapping on,

while Photographers will be snapping their shots, the Wit will be Zapping, your toes will be Tapping

to the musical tunes and tones while on the Big Screen the Art will be randomly overlapping Reality as it’s happening, trapping strange Visual Archetypes mirroring the Poets words as if in jest/ Yes, such synchronicities abound when you mix & match and Shake & Bake the Arts as we like to do. So come and watch the show and the Iron Laws of Observer Theory will have you affecting the outcome!

Appropriate Guests for such an occasion are none other than the Alpha and Omega of Architectonic Performance Art, and a veritable West End Institution,

THE TAPELOOPS

The Tapeloops take wing..

returning with their own unique meld of spoken word and sonic landscapes to loop it up big time with the Poets & Artists of Kurilpa.

The original Trio are composed of

the Reverend Hellfire

(Words, Keyboards and Pyrotechnical Accidents)

Linda Loop

(Trumpet, Percussion)

John Treason

(Bass, Viola, Violin)

and have worked together on a remarkable variety of projects for over thirty years. They produce a music both simple and complex; hypnotic rhythms overlaid with sophisticated verbal imagery delivered in the compelling vocal style for which the Reverend is renowned.

The TapeLoops are preparing to disappear to spend several months in their hidden underground lair

and recording studio to work on a number of projects, with the ultimate aim of Global domination. Thus this show will be their only Performance pending their re-emergence as the World Supreme Council, so don’t miss out on this chance to say you were there and gain future street credibility.

We’ll be giving away a rare copy of the Tapeloops

1984 EP “Fire in Heaven” as a door prize on Sunday.

The cover of every record was individually hand coloured by various band members and friends at the time, making each a unique artefact. This copy will be signed by all three ‘Loops, hopefully increasing it’s potential market value when you flog it off on Ebay .

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JEM SPARKLES

Our favourite Mystery Musician, 21st Century Flower Child, Jem Sparkles will be returning to help us wrap up the year in High Style, with her groovy renditions of old Jukebox Classics & her toe-tapping, self-penned, Sure-to-be-Hits.

It’s always a good day when Jem plays and all we can say for certain is that the World would be a better place if Jem (and musicians like her) was able to spend more time playing music and less time having to wait on tables.

PAUL KLEE

Up on the Big Screen of the Virtual Gallery, Visual Arts Director Shane K will be showing highlights from the 20th century artistic genius Paul Klee, whose vivid visions used a kind of child-like archetypal imagery both entrancing yet also at times disturbing.

Mr K as usual, will also deliver a short talk on Klee’s Art & Influence for the audience’s edification.

MASTER OF CEREMONIES

for the occasion is the ever suave

Cam Logan,

returning after his stint as last month’s Mystery Musician, when he appeared in his guise as FREE LUNA. Be sure to catch FREE LUNA, or his other musical manifestation TIGER BEAT, at every available opportunity. Eclectic, quirky, fun, Cam’s musical prowess matches his skilled Word-smithery.

And as always there will be two Open Mic sessions for you to speak/rap/sing or mime your words,

Free Food & Refreshment, Friendly Company, Free On-site Parking and the beautiful environs of sacred Musgrave Park to enjoy.

Be sure to be there!.

The price on the door is a mere $5,

or $4 for KICI members.

The Water Rats supply the food for these events. While we encourage the community-minded to bring a plate or a bottle or a packet of something nice to share at the feast, we would mainly encourage you just to attend. That’s the Important thing.

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Dinosaurs & Cats Photo review

Photo Review:

Dinosaurs & Cats

Sunday Sept 24th

October Feature Poet Sean West and Swine Fly survivors

It is a rare Kurilpa Poets event that occurs without some sort of Chaos in the Mix, and our September show proved to be no exception. With a savage outbreak of swine fever scything thru the Water-Rats’ ranks, many of our best and brightest were MIA, and even our favourite (and hitherto reliable) Mystery Musician, the ever glittery Jem Sparkles, missed her first set, being cruelly chained in a kitchen

by her wicked Day-Job Overlords (Not unlike Cinderella!)

Finally a personal appeal (and several veiled threats) from the Reverend Hellfire saw her released from servitude.

Poet/Paleontologist Reverend Hellfire unearths the bones of the dreaded Thesaurus!

Playing for time as our errant musician sped croquet-clubwards, the Rev promptly launched the first Open Mic session, appropriately with a comic poem whose subject matter concerned both dinosaurs and cats, thus killing two thematic birds with one metaphorical stone, which seems more than appropriate seeing as how birds are dinosaurs anyways.

Sav socks it to them

SAVANU then took us on a twisted visit to the Pantomime,

while Trent‘s poetry was “filled with unholy fire/drunk and demented by the side of the road”.

Burning with unholy fire, Mr Trent Quinlan

Nomadic Bard Cahala mused of Dinosaurs and Free Will, while 2-time Kurilpa Poetry Cup winner Cam Logan, suffering from Geometric/ post-traumatic stress left over from a childhood Ikea nightmare, declaimed darkly on the human body repair industry..

Ikea traumatised Cam logan

Nomadic bard, Cahala

Bernadette “Marching-to-the-beat-of-no-one’s drummer-thank-you-very-much” le Goulleon then fantasised of living in a Menopausal Dinosaur Garden (look out Clive Palmer!).

Bernie explains

This October’s Future Feature Poet, the newcomer Leo Porter, gave us a preview of things-to-come, deftly delivering some dark verse for a Dystopian Brisbane whilst conducting ongoing experiments to see if beer cured cancer, “I love you like my pocket calculator”, he confessed.

Kurilpa newcomer Leo Porter

The ever erudite Michael Vaughan delivered an elegant tribute to cats, (as well as some rather delicious chocolates) or as he describes them, those “felicitous felines” with “ways and manners agreeably styled”.

Rounding up the first Open Mic was the Loaded Dog, rising above the smoke of burning heretics to deliver the good news: “Optimism defies Gravity!”.

The Gravity defying Loaded Dog

Meanwhile Jem finally got to play and delivered a rousing set that had everyone within earshot unconsciously tapping their toes wherever they stood or sat.

All that Glitters is Jem Sparkles

Suitably refreshed and entertained we sat back to listen to fresh-faced Feature Poet Sean West.

Sean came to us on the recommendation of the lovely Annie te Whiu of Qld Poetry Festival fame and we were keen to see what this rising young poet had to show us.

Soon we found ourselves drenched in Aquatic Imagery & Cartoon Modernism..Under-water Elegies in Coral tones, speaking in spittle, anchored in whispers of Salt whilst incestuous sea-horse skeletons were making a living from stealing other people’s homes and an Iron Giant expanded his rusting vocabulary..

Feature Poet Sean West studies the menu

We surfaced from the depths of this Subconscious Sea to hear the Poet deliver a Poem for a Grandmother with Dementia, recording the scene with the Compassionate Heart of a Poet and the Dispassionate clarity of an Artists’ eye. “Tiger, she says, for no reason at all..”

Sean finishes his set standing up for the Forces of Love,

The priests are wrong if they call this Sin!”

and left the stage to much applause. All in all a very confident and competent debut performance as feature poet, I thought, and hopefully the first of many more..

Linda shakes the “egg-rattlers” Trent appears to have eaten his. Woops..

2nd Open Mic saw Bernadette return to tell the “Tale of Humbugs Folly” while the Rev examined the unsuspected connection between Tyranno-saurus rex and the terrible toes of his backyard chickens.

Rev goes for a stroll

Tongue wedged firmly in both cheeks, Cahala mourned not being Middle Class, followed by Savanu who celebrated the joys of finding of a “Hydroponic Bud” on the mean streets of West End.

Budding genius Savanu

Madcap Geoffrey gave us a nostalgic poem dedicated to “the Bad Boys who sat at the back of the Bus”, before going on to declare that he was in fact the reincarnation of William Shakespeare. Yes..well..Clearly no problems with Geoffrey’s self-esteem.

Geoffrey “Call me Shakespeare” Evans

Leo returned like a youthful Moses to warn us against too much Laughter: “Prepare for Darkness people!”.. Trent amused us with his proposal for a Political Crimes Quiz Show, while Cam gave us a word of warning about “Those guys!”

Cam can

Trent sticks to the script

Those guys indeed! The day wound to it’s close. The kitchen elves and our myriad of volunteers who always make the hall look so shiny clean when we finish buzzed around while the inevitable clusters of people who still want to hang around and keep talking drift off in clumps and clots. Some making for the Big Lizard & the Rumpus Room down at West End, and some for their burrows in some quiet river bank, there to compose their poems and songs for next month.

See you then!

Meantime, I’ll let the pictures do the talking.

Salud!

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-Words; by Unckle Rat

-Photos by Shane K

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

a-rev-declaims-at-russel-street-detail

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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PS..

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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