Archeologists Discover Nov 2017 Photo Review !


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)

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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.

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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.

Paul Dobbyn- Great shirt Paul!

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.

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The Kurilpa Open Mic – November 2017

As recalled by Cameron Logan, esq.

Brett C

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 – suicidedHis 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

+ poems


A bit over 40 years ago I wrote this”

A doberman for company, Rocky outcrops.

Caesar let the ‘roo escape. Snake – “neither bit

the other”

– 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..

Round 2

MC Cam Logan


Brett. C

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 K

ShaneWonderous 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…

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Introducing March Mystery Muso TOM SMITH

The Songs of Tom Smith


It can be hard to have a Big Heart in this unfeeling, materialistic society, but our Mystery Musician for March has found a way to survive & thrive through the healing powers of Creativity & Community.

Journeyman-Troubadour Tom Smith and his guitar are familiar figures at Kurilpa Cultural Events in recent years, often organising his own events whilst appearing regularly on street-corners & bars, Festivals & jams, weddings, parties & anything.

Back in January 2013, Tom half-jokingly put a post up on Facebook asking if anyone wanted to have his songs as they were of no use to him!

He certainly never expected the creative surge that produced the ‘You Do It, I Can’t Be Bothered!’musical artefact, an album of 25 songs he had previously written but had never played live or recorded.

He was deeply heartened by the results of this Project and was inspired to once again  present his songs in performance. Needing a vehicle to drive his Dream to it’s Destination, he created the free-form ensemble known as; ‘The Songs of Tom Smith’- a band with a floating membership. Indeed Tom is not necessarily always in the line-up even! The only constant is, as the name suggests, that the actual songs of Tom Smith themselves form the groups repertoire.

Tom also runs the ‘Whoopee-Do Crew’ who are a community song writing collective, perhaps most often seen performing on Wednesdays at the little People’s Park on Boundary Street, opposite the Big Lizard.

You can see Tom & the jolly Whoopee-do-Crew whoop it up via the wonders of technology here;

So come along on Sunday the 25th

to witness this fab local Entertainer in action, and who knows, maybe some Whoopee-Doers will make an appearance as well.


Kurilpa Poets present; “EARTH VERSE”, Sunday 25th March




Sunday 25th March, 2pm

with Mystery Musician


and Unsuspected Artist


not to mention

Two Open Mic sessions, Prizes, Free Food & Refreshments, Fabulously Friendly & Eclectic Company,

Free Onsite Parking & More TBA!

For our Theme this month the Kurilpa Poets continue with

their Poetical/Alchemical exploration of the Elemental Universe and celebrate Matter made manifest

in its most Primal form,

that being Earth, the first of the Elements!

Be it found in the form of Dirt, Mud or Dust, Rock or Metal, ‘The Spirit of Earth‘ is manifest in the smallest handful thereof and indeed lurketh also in the very vastness of the Planet beneath our feet, for Earth represents both Home & Harvest for the Human Race.

Yes Earth gives form to all our dreams. Manifesting through her many Avatars

She clothes herself in our cities & landscapes.

The Power of EARTH is made manifest in the smallest handful

So bring your earthiest limericks, your most down to earth verse, and your dialectical diatribes grounded in the solid bedrock of Social Realism to share with the Kurilpa crew during Open Mic.

Of course our Themes are not compulsive, merely suggestive, so feel free to read on any subject, and bring your Hippy-drippy, airy-fairy, fiery barn-burner poems as well!

Tom Smith in action

Our Mystery Musician this month is non-other than local journeyman troubadour, TOM SMITH.

Tom and his guitar are familiar figures in the Kurilpa Creative Community, popping up here there and everywhere, often in company with the Zippety do dah Band.

So come along Sunday 25th March and join the Water Rats and Friends at

the olde Croquet Club

91 Cordelia Street, South Brisbane,

in the shade of the green trees of sacred Musgrave Park


Kurilpa Poets present “WATER! WATER!” with SIMON KINDT & CLARE COWLEY

Is that the pitter-patter of little paws? Why, so it is!

The Kurilpa Poets return!

Sunday, 26th February, 2018


with Feature Poet


presenting his new conceptual/poetic performance piece

“POSEIDON/the sharks”

& Mystery Musician


Meanwhile, hovering in the Virtual Gallery

this month will be Unsuspected Artist


And our pyro-poetic Master of Ceremonies


lighting the fuse at 2pm so don’t be late!

Our Poetic Theme this month is all things watery, moist or fluid! So don’t be a drip, come and share your Liquid verses with the Crew during our Fabulous, Fun and Free-ranging

Two Open Mic Sessions!

And as always there’ll be

Free Food & Refreshments!

Convivial Company!

Free Onsite Parking!

So Beat the Heat and join us

in the air-conditioned comfort of

The Olde Croquet Club,

91 Cordelia Street, Sth Brisbane

Beneath the shady trees

of sacred Musgrave Park


Stay tuned to the Water Rat Gazette for more details to come on this months fabulous Feature Artists!


LUNA VERSE, Sunday, 29th October; with Leo Porter




Sunday, 29th October, 2pm

91 Cordelia Street, Sth Brisbane

Beneath the trees of sacred Musgrave Park.

with Guest Feature Poet



Mystery Musician



Unsuspected Artist


Master of Ceremonies


and also..



the welcoming company of our friendly and eclectic crew

of poets, musicians and other creative ratbags.

All this and more for a mere $5 at the door ($4 for members)


For our Poetic Theme this month we Minions of the Moon will be delving deep into the Dark Side of the Psyche in celebration of the Celestial Mistress of all Pagan Poets,

the white Goddess herself, the Lady Diana. See our Poetic Prophets of the Word enter trance-like states to speak in Tongues and Teeth, seeking

a Luna-versal Language in which to worship their Muse! Bring your own inspired love poems to the Moon

or Lunatick Limmericks to share with the Water Rats and Friends on Sunday 29th October.


Leo Porter

Our Feature Poet for October is Leo Porter, a talented young Brisbane based poet, who disguises his involvement in the seedy world of Performance Poetry by masquerading as a humble, second-year Law and Creative Writing student at QUT. But behind this flimsy facade of normality he has already been published in a variety of local zines, and dreams (as we all do-ed.)-of getting his work published in larger magazines and journals.

As well as appearing regularly at Ruckus Slam Open Mic sessions, Leo was also an intern at the 2017 Queensland Poetry Festival and had the opportunity to appear at the QUT literary salon, delivering an impressive performance at that event. He will also be featuring later in this year at the Digital Writers’ Festival in November.

In the meantime, check out this clip of his appearance at the QUT Literary Salon.





Yes the inimitable Cam Logan returns, this time manifesting in his musical mode as FREE LUNA, the Maestro of the Moody Melody, the Harbinger of the Haunting Harmonic and the King of the ant-infested Keyboards! In his guise as FREE LUNA, this Vocalist Versifier most Vociferous,

presents a post-eclectic mix of rhyme and rhythm most sublime. FREE LUNA appears alas far too infrequently, so don’t miss out on this opportunity to experience Cam’s unique musical vision.



Up on the Virtual Gallery our Unsuspected Artist this month is the 20th Century American realist painter and influential printmaker, Edward Hopper, best known perhaps for his iconic Nighthawks in a Diner. Art Guru Shane K will explain in detail.

So stop mooning around the house like a lonely Loon,

escape the Tyranny of the Tides and enter the magickal Luna Verse of


2pm, Sunday October 29th



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


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.




August Break

Just a brief reminder to water rats and Friends that

the KURILPA POETS will NOT be meeting today

(Sunday, 27th August),

as we usually do on the last Sunday of each month.

We are having a break this month

while the QLD Poetry Festival have their Annual Event.

Check their website for details.

Meanwhile, we’ll be back, better than ever, on

Sunday 24th September, 2017.

Keep an eye out for upcoming details.


Kurilpa Poets present MEMENTO MORI, Sunday 30th July

The Kurilpa Poets present


Sunday, July 30th, 2pm

91 Cordelia Street

with Feature Poets



Open Mic Sessions*Mystery Musicians* Unsuspected Artist Ben Shahn*Prizes* Free Food & Refreshments*

Skeleton with (Greek) inscription: Know thyself. (1st CE). From excavations in the convent of San Gregorio, Via Appia, Rome, Italy.


And so it is July and the Lord of Misrule goes to and fro upon the earth as the World revolves around the Sun and the Southern hemisphere dips deep upon it’s Winter Axis. What better time to bring the Skeletons from out of the closets and set them dancing upon the table with the Poets. A time to consider our own Mortality and see what wisdom Poetry has to offer us about the Fate that awaits us all.

Indeed, twas an ancient custom practised by both the Romans and the Egyptians, to bring out a skull or a model skeleton or some other Memento Mori, and give it pride of place amongst the delicacies and delights spread upon the table during their sumptuous Feasts & Festivals. A reminder that all Luxury is but fleeting, and also perhaps to act as an incitement to make the most of what Life has to offer and to partake eagerly of the Feast.

So bring your elegies and tributes, your poetic reflections on the Grim Reaper, your gallows humour and morbid obsessions all

as we make mock of the Noseless One

and pay our respects to those who have gone before us.


Our main Feature Poet for July is popular Brisbane poet, esteemed fellow Water Rat, and genuine gentleman, Tom Nelson. He describes himself thusly


Tom Nelson sees, read

in a few words

Thomas has had a love of poetry from an early age. His tastes are eclectic, covering the classics to hip hop, it includes all styles and genres. Started to write seriously in 2011 because he could. Thomas writes about what he sees and experiences. Not big on feelings. One day he hopes to find his own voice.

Has done a feature at Poets Corner Maroochydore and reads regularly in Open Mic sessions at all good Poetry venues..

Poet and social gad-about, the ever urbane Tom Nelson


Our first Feature Poet  on Sunday is Jamie Spence, the winner of the Eat Your Words Open Mic, held recently at the Coronation Hotel in Ipswich, with the assistance of the Reverend Hellfire. It was not the most conducive environment for Poetry and Jamie impressed the Rev with both his poetry and his handling of a difficult crowd. He certainly deserves to be heard by an appreciative audience, so do come along and welcome this talented newcomer to the Brisbane Poetry Scene.

James Spence explains

“I’ve always been creative, although sometimes I lose track of things. I remember one day in particular, when I found that some mysterious person had left a lump of Play-Doh on my desk. I just didn’t know what to make of it.

Although my writing began when I was fifteen, it was not until I was seventeen that I began to read. Reading and writing turned to painting, which then moved to photography, although it often took me a long time to turn the negatives into photographs. I was a always a late developer.

I gave up photography for theatre and told my parents that I was going to enrol in the Roger Moore School of Acting. There were a few raised eyebrows in my house on that day, I can tell you.

My theatrical career then took a break when I realised I wasn’t suited to it and I decided to enjoy the pieces in the National Portrait Family. I remember standing in front of a Garfunkel for hours at a time and wondering to myself, “It’s nice… but is it art?”.

Eventually, I found my calling in poetry and tried out for a few gigs. I did quite well, although I still haven’t been paid for my very first recital. Even today I still feel like I’m ode.”



“April Foolery”

Photo review with; SAVANU,


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, 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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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