November 2017 Photo Review
The Kurilpa Poets and friends kicked up their heels in fine style for 2017’s last gig at the old Croquet Club. Fine food was served, Strong words were spoken, sweet Jem Sparkle opened the afternoon with a bang (accompanied on this occasion by a talented, young Cello player adding mellow & mellifluous tones & timbres to her tunes)
the Open Mic sessions rocked, MC Cam Logan suavely steered the show through the shallow shoals, the Virtual Gallery served sweet eye candy and the days Feature Artists, that ever eclectic group The TAPELOOPS (those legendary musical Survivors
whose origins are said to lie somewhere in the mysterious ‘Eighties) demonstrated why they’re still on the cutting edge of Creativity in the 21st Century.
John Linda & the Rev display the kind of telepathic group-dynamics in performance that can only be acquired by thirty years of musical collaboration. Not that they’ve settled into a rut by any means, they’re still experimenting and pushing the boundaries, and even the oldest material is being constantly re-worked. They don’t do Songs. They do Poetry & Music, the two forms entwined like snakes copulating, so much so that tis often hard to tell which is which. Synthesia occurs.
Come Open Mic the water rats & Friends trooped up to say a few last words for the year.
Though recollections are dimmed by the passing of time, fortunately archeologists have uncovered the original documents made by MC Cam on the day, describing his impressions of the motley parade of Poets marching up to the Open Mic.
The Kurilpa Open Mic – November 2017
As recalled by Cameron Logan, esq.
Election – Maiwar – Three little pigs hanging votes
Fiasco of the boats and the least bad swine – Adani
the red haired owner screamed – straw house collapses
“I never wrote this one”
By “The Foreskins” – I don’t wanna die
even though my life is a bore
An angelic theme
Rarity of angels, the seraphim keep watching
Heaven hereafter, and heaven here and now. A father to his daughter
-Mortals do dance, do battle
Husband – suicided – His letter to her – sweet, heartfelt – journey to Aus
For 18 days + counting
Crazy as it seems, I dg you as a bear digs salmon – If your
Feet are as cold as a Walrus’ flipper – Beautiful memories – many letters
“A bit over 40 years ago I wrote this”
A doberman for company, Rocky outcrops.
Caesar let the ‘roo escape. Snake – “neither bit
“– A tale told of an empty house”
donned his (smiley face) for an Emoticon delivery
After food and Tapeloops were served it was on to..
Racist Australian Santa
Santa’s job has been out sourced
Kids who ask for world peace got fucking sweaters
Racist justification to Santa’s ear – He reads the Courier Mail
Go to the toilet, get a load of my mind.
Unpredictable piss, the biggest struggle is staying in the
Now. “Expanding like a handful of shaving cream!”
Under the influence of California window pane
I’ve said no to drugs, but they didn’t listen.
“Bring to me the passion of nighty”
“Feeble fingers fondle flesh”.
Paul – is Paul still here?
What god begot the shopping trolley?
Tinsel tittilates the empty stores
Gods of greed.
Shane – Wonderous history of the Palace
The cops ran Rev out of town (John first!)
We stayed and kicked against the bricks
The squat in Douglas St
We were all piss poor – Turpentine Mango tree had a bumper crop
Recalled the Banning Game played by Politicians & Pot Activists in the Seventies ..
Banned The Australasian Weed..
The Australasian Seed..
The Australasian Need..
etc etc etc etc We’ll let the photos tell the rest of the Story…