SpeedPoets May 2013 Call-Back-Poet: Chris Lynch

Joining Trish Reid, Chloe Callistemon and Simon Kindt in 2013 Call-Back-Poet Hall of Fame is Chris Lynch. Chris has been delivering shots of wisdom to the SpeedPoets audience for many years now, so it is great to have him locked in as part of the November showcase.

Here’s a little bit about Chris and the poem he read at the May gig.

Chris_LynchChris Lynch is a Brisbane-based writer and teacher. His poetry has appeared in SpeedPoets, Blackmail Press, page seventeen, Islet, Brisbane New Voices II, Eye to the Telescope, and Star*Line, among others. A regular performer of his poetry, including two appearances at the Queensland Poetry Festival, Chris was Speedpoet Champion of 2010, and has been shortlisted for the Jack Stamm Haiku Award. He blogs occasionally at www.chrislynch.com.au

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Grandma Katherine

the grand old Victorian lady
from Adelaide who married

a Catholic and lived separately
from her publican husband

because she loved him
and had too many things

to do in the city to work
the cold rows of almond trees

who was so imposing
that even years after

she’d been cremated
lived on in the imperious

scent of her lounge—
my grumpy dachshund

(who could bite the finger off
anyone except me and Mum)

would suspiciously
scurry past, all but

making the sign of the cross—
the mother whose four

children would scatter
to the four corners

of the globe, marrying
foreigners or God

who on the way to Mass
on one of her visits

would instruct the five of us
to slide shut the windows

of our old Mitsubishi L300
because her white hair

was being made
slightly less perfect

and who once told me
through the shower curtain

that she wouldn’t look in at me
if I didn’t look out at her

seated on the throne
and did we have a deal

and thinking this is
weird

and feeling pretty sure
it wasn’t just me

but saying yes because
when you’re a boy

no doesn’t mean no
and anyway I think

she was already doing it.

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So if you want to be in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet in June, make sure you are at The Hideaway (188 Brunswick St) on Saturday June 29. Doors open at 1:30pm and sign on for the open section is open until 2pm. With features from Melbourne based spoken word innovator Santo Cazzati and Brisbane rock goddess Kellie Lloyd, where else would you want to be? Entry is a gold coin donation.

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June SpeedPoets features Santo Cazzati and Kellie Lloyd

The month of June sees SpeedPoets return to The Hideaway (188 Brunswick St) with feature sets from one of this country’s spoken word innovators, Santo Cazzati (Melbourne) and Brisbane rock legend, Kellie Lloyd.

Santo CazzatiSon of Italian immigrants to Australia, Santo Cazzati emerged from past lives as a classical concert pianist and avant garde jazz musician to teach at an elite Melbourne private school which must remain anonymous in order to protect those concerned. He performs in a range of styles, from fast rhythmical delivery to slow atmospheric meditation, with a strong music influence and critical ironic distance. A fixture on Melbourne’s grass roots poetry scene, his feature performances have included Melbourne Writers Festival, Queensland Poetry Festival, Overload Poetry Festival and La Mama Theatre. He is a presenter of the Spoken Word radio programme on 3CR and the PJ (‘poetry jockey’) of the House of Bricks Spoken Word gig. He appears on Going Down Swinging and Voiceprints CDs as well as the Melbourne Poetry Map website. He is a winner of the Overload Shelton Lea Award for Best Solo Performance.

Kellie LloydKellie Lloyd grew up playing bass in beloved Brisbane band Screamfeeder. Now she’s out on her own playing what she likes to call Dark Pop. It’s guitar driven, sometimes with a band, sometimes with just a drummer, but one thing is for sure… it’s loud and it’s dark and it’s dreamy. Rolling Stone described her solo debut, Magnetic North as “peppered with haunting hooks, sentimentality and otherworldliness.”

And as always, there will be plenty of space in the Open Mic Section with all readers in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet for the month. Each of the Call-Back-Poets will earn themselves a feature spot at the November event where they will have the opportunity to take home cash prizes, be crowned SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion, and thanks to Phillip Ellis, have a chapbook length zine of their work published ready to launch at the February 2014 event.

Ink it in your diary people!

Date: Saturday June 29
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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Betsy Turcot live at SpeedPoets this Saturday

The end of the month is closing in, which means SpeedPoets is ready to light up The Hideaway (188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley) this Saturday, May 25 with the launch of B.R. Dionysius’s seventh collection, Bowra, the guitar roar of Sheish Money, three rounds of  Open Mic and the sublime spoken stylings of Betsy Turcot.

Fresh from a series of sell-out ‘Chosen Family’ shows at the Anywhere Theatre Festival with Eleanor Jackson, Betsy is bringing her solo show to the SpeedPoets stage. For anyone who has seen her weave her tapestry of words on stage, I am sure you will be knocking the door down to get in, and if you have not yet had the pleasure, then you are in for a treat!

Remember, doors open at 1:30pm and sign on for Open Mic is open from 1:30pm – 2pm.

Entry is a gold coin donation, but the more you give the easier it is to keep this event running.

It’s been 13 years… and there’s no sign of slowing down!

Here’s a poem from Betsy to send keep you satiated til Saturday.

See you then,

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Campfire

The purple sky breathes shooting stars,
makes good excuses for holding hands
as she slowly inches her fingertips over my knuckles.

Her eyes, focused on the fire, hide my blush.

I wear the thickness of mystery
veiled in a middle name she doesn’t know.

But she wants to know my hands.
I can feel the tremble in her touch.
I pause, my lips mid-sip.

Bubbles rest on my tongue.
You can’t always trust what you feel.
You can’t always feel what you touch.

But I’ll let her take a chisel to my marbled skin.
Let her carve her kisses into my cuts.

© Betsy Turcot

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Betsy TurcotBetsy Turcot has featured at Queensland Poetry, Melbourne Overload, Brisbane Emerging Arts, Anywhere Theatre and Woodford Folk festivals. She is a guest MC, curator and feature at Brisbane’s spoken word poetry event, Words or Whatever, and has contributed to the Melbourne Poetry Map.

Betsy was co-author of the poetic play, She Stole My Every Rock and Roll with fellow poet, Eleanor Jackson and has been a member of The Broken Records Collective with Doubting Thomas and Darkwing Dubs. She is the author of the chapbook Blister and is currently writing a poetic play, Chosen Family, for the Anywhere Theatre Festival with The Belles of Hell.

 

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SpeedPoets Launches Bowra by B.R. Dionysius

SpeedPoets lights up The Hideaway (188 Brunswick St) and the month of May with its third book launch for the year, Bowra by B.R. Dionysius and well as some red hot spoken word from Betsy Turcot.

And let’s not forget the red hot Open Mic Section. All readers  are automatically in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet for the month. What does this mean?

Each of the Call-Back-Poets will earn themselves a feature spot at the November event where they will have the opportunity to take home cash prizes, be crowned SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion, and thanks to Phillip Ellis, have a chapbook length zine of their work published ready to launch at the February 2014 event. A great prize indeed!

Sound like the perfect way to finish the month of May? We’d love to see you there!

Date: Saturday May 25
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

Here’s a poem from B.R. Dionysius to help you through the week!

Café Bohemia

(i)

Winter; & he stole away from his Highgate Hill flat
Every Wednesday night with a vague return time &
A cheap bottle of tawny port cupped under his armpit
Like a bully’s captured head. His long green trench
Coat gave his mahogany boots a shine as he swished
Along the length of Dornoch Terrace; past the royal
Queenslander on his left, that three years from now
Would be rented by his friends, but for the present,
Was inhabited by band members from Powderfinger.
Where three years later, they’d all gather to celebrate
The marital fallout of his mission to Café Bohemia.
His ears burnt like a deposed General’s epaulettes
As he marched on like a man possessed, her call
To him more powerful than any ancient siren.

(ii)

He wanted to arrive first. To secure a coveted table
Within the tight margins of the coffee shop, for her
& her two friends; to demonstrate his thoughtfulness.
Otherwise, it was standing room only as street poets
& hipsters channelling Kerouac & his wine dark prose
Filled up the dining space like blue cigarette smoke.
He greeted fellow writers with a wave & a nod, as he
Was lousy at small talk & good at reading big poems.
They were the Bohemian poets of Hardgrave Road.
90s poets like black bearded Francis & his perennial
Leather coat that he never ever took off, until twenty
Years of listening to poetry; to the millions of words
Crooned about death, love & loss, had polished his
Mind’s animal hide, until his face shone like a god.

(iii)

She entered the café wearing her friend’s teal velvet
Coat; auburn hair gleamed like a burnished table top.
Candle stumps burnt down their short lives in front
Of them; they spread their wax wings down the wine
Bottle’s stem, then dried their delicate delta shapes in
The port breath of poets as the reading warmed up.
They read poems about West End & Daniel Yock.
About Murri protests in Charlotte Street, landlords &
Gentrification & how all the boarding houses were lost.
How the family house where that Go Betweens singer
Grew up, had been pulled down for the Greek Club.
How the police raided Musgrave Park & how Tracey
Wigginton lapped up blood like a mangrove sucks mud.
By the time it was his turn; his tawny was half drunk.

(iv)

At the interval Henk, the bespeckled Dutch organiser
Whose most memorable line was about how he often
Awoke to find his cock still rigid inside his girlfriend;
Would disappear into the kitchen with an assortment of
Followers, where Mira’s goulash threatened to burn itself,
Tasty, but mad in its pot. Here, in the wooden floorboards
There lived a small trapdoor, which led from the galley to
A secret lower deck: the café’s oubliette. Here, poets fuelled
Up on gunja, the smoke siphoned away by an invisible vent.
Some though, still wafted through the café’s warped cracks;
Like a sailor’s last breath as they drown in an Eliot poem.
Others snuck round the back, where they lawn-sprawled
Like they’d been in a shipwreck. Here, they met in piratical
Bliss; until her friends drove her off, so he sculled his port.

(v)

She thought he was silent, a bit mysterious; a poet from
The country who tried to loom over her like Ted Hughes.
The regulars didn’t disappoint. Brentley, whose themes
Were a shade darker than the dirtiest black hole; his muse
Went to star on TV as a masterchef. Or Adam, the epitome
Of beat; who published for a decade, then like Rimbaud
Gave it all up to run guns metaphorically. Or Lidija & her
Serbian mystique, who trailed lovers around her neck like
Threads in a shawl. Or Rebecca, the poet of bones & mishap,
Who shaved her head so everyone could see her new world.
Or Fakie, who read from industrial-sized post-paks he stole
From the factory where he worked. Or the Great Jeffro,
Whose mad blue eyes blazed forth Shakespeare’s wild surmise;
If poetry is the soul of cafes: then coffee is its blood.

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B. R. Dionysius was founding Director of the Queensland Poetry Festival. His poetry has been widely published in literary journals, anthologies, newspapers and online. His seventh poetry collection, Bowra was released in April 2013. He lives in Ipswich, Queensland where he watches birds, teaches English and writes sonnets.

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SpeedPoets April 2013 Call-Back-Poet: Simon Kindt

New voices are what fuels the SpeedPoets engine, so it was a real pleasure to award the April Call-Back spot to Simon Kindt on his first visit to SpeedPoets. Here’s the poem that sent a shiver through the room… am looking forward to hearing more from Simon throughout the year.

Simon Kindt

After Dorothy Porter’s View From 417

I am making a habit
of all this walking into
then out
of my chest.

Making my rib cage
a revolving door
of starts
and stops.

Hiding a jack-knife
behind my teeth

And lungs pumping
a pair
of blustered bellows.

Washing sparks into a throat,
birthing them grey,
soft and rolling

into the blue.

And you did it right to the end,
or at least in my head
you did,
down to the last
‘can’t believe my luck’

dot… when my 417 finds me,

dot… I will find its spine… and break us out.

Dot, when I go,
I want to go down singing,
breathing out
beneath
a wisping sky,

having loved the world,
having drunk it dry.

When I go,
let me greet the end
with a jack-knife tongue,
a throat raw and smoking
like a shotgun.

In a blast of sparks
into a wisping
sky.

Let me walk out of my chest
ready and lucky,
wearing a ready
‘what’s
next’
grin.

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About Simon:

I suppose I’m another one of those poorly ironed white collars that got halfway up the career ladder and realised it had left something behind. For me, that ‘left behind’ was writing which I returned to at the end of 2012 after a long time focused on other things.

I have been published precisely nowhere (except my own blog), performed only in small rooms, the sum total of my awards list is two jars of jam (and now a Speedpoets call-back) and yet I have felt so welcomed by the warmth, the energy and the lunacy of the Brisbane spoken word community that… well… what more could a fella want?

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Photos from April SpeedPoets

Saturday’s gig was a blast!

Kate Jacobsen made the room smile with her honeyed vocals and country hooks; Thomas Day blew things up with a live installation that unpicked the seams of sexuality and war; and the 26 open mic readers whispered, roared and enchanted. Call-Back-Poet for the month was SpeedPoets first-timer, Simon Kindt, with a poem for Dorothy Porter that sent a shiver through the entire room.

I will be posting a feature on Simon later in the week, but for now, here’s a few pics from the day, thanks to the lovely Chloe Callistemon.

Kate Jacobsen live at SpeedPoets

Kate Jacobsen live at SpeedPoets

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Thomas Day drops the machinery

Thomas Day drops the machinery

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What's left of the map

What’s left of the map

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The audience transfixed

The audience transfixed

 

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SpeedPoets Saturday April 27, 2013

This month, SpeedPoets is a swirl of sound! We are excited to be featuring local songstress, Kate Jacobson and poet, film maker and sound artist, Thomas Day.

Kate Jacobson

Kate Jacobson is one half of popular Brisbane indie-country/folk duo, Texas Tea. She is revered as one of Queensland’s up-and-coming song writing talents and her solo show has been described as enchanting, evocative and unique, incorporating voice, guitar and foot percussion.

25 percent thomas day

Thomas Day utilises words, sound and drone, collage, film and photography with live performances often combining these elements to create immersive interdisciplinary works. He won the 2011 Nimbin Performance Poetry World Cup with a satirical work deconstructing the nature of charity under Capitalism; and once lost a Slam for failing to vomit up a poem he had just swallowed.

And of course, there will be the red hot Open Mic Section with all readers in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet for the month and earn themselves a feature spot at the final gig of the year in November and the opportunity to win cash prizes and be named SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion. And as always Sheish Money will also be out front of Moveable Feast, playing with that blues swagger that drives the SpeedPoets’ engine.

Sound like the perfect way to close out your April? See you there…

Date: Saturday April 27
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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SpeedPoets March 2013 Call-Back-Poet: Chloe Callistemon

The Easter gig had The Hideaway swinging with two book launches (thank you Vanessa and Nigel, your books are still singing to me) a sizzling set from Moveable Feast and three knock-out rounds of Open Mic. I was glad that I wasn’t asked to name the Call-Back-Poet for the month, but was excited when Chloe Callistemon, one of last year’s runners-up, was announced at the end of the day.

Here’s a new poem from Chloe to celebrate!

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North West

Perched high on the road, I
rumble through the desert.

The world is dusted
the colour of apricots.

A cow lies, legs in the air —
gas-fat, skin dried, drum-tight.

Once-orange work vests
flash sunburnt white.

In the silence post-4WD,
lizards rattle pebbles.

Sun soaks my camp, stains
a pool of sky.

Stars brand the night, hiss
through sweated dreams.

Dingo howls circle, noose
sound and reason.

Today’s sun rises through rotors,
beams slicing ridge tops.

Mudflat dragon-tails snake
away from twisting rivers.

Climb sandstone to reach
blood-red paintings.

Scratched and tanned. These rocks
feel like home.

*****

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Chloë Callistemon is a Brisbane photographer and arts eclectivist. She has been a Jack Stamm Haiku Award finalist, performed as a bird as part of a.rawlings’s GIBBER, and has a work in an international anthology trying to save rhinos, amongst other things. Has pen and camera, will travel.

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Chloe will join February Call-Back-Poet, Trish Reid as a feature at the November gig and is now in the running to win $200 in cash prizes and the title, SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion 2013.

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SpeedPoets fills your Easter long weekend with words

That’s right, the mighty SpeedPoets will be rolling into your Easter weekend to fill your mind-basket with words. To celebrate, we will be launching not one, but two debut collections on the day. First up, Vanessa Page will launch her stunning collection Confessional Box and then Nigel Ellis (aka Bruce Dorlova) will release into the world, Haematograms. When asked to write quotes about each collection, this is what I had to say:

Confessional Box maps the undulating landscapes of home, love and letting go. Page’s poems are sensuous, compassionate and filled with quiet wisdom; they are a celebration of the world’s infinite gifts.”

haematograms reaches into the tight corners of the mind to seize instants of clarity. Ellis is unique in his knowing, sharpest when catching things that he knows won’t last. This is an impressive debut, one where the charm of the ordinary and the mysterious collide; where the reader is transported into the poet’s other-world to walk the edge of his imagining.”

And of course, there will be the red hot Open Mic Section with all readers in the running to be named Call-Back-Poet for the month and earn themselves a feature spot at the final gig for the year in November and the opportunity to win cash prizes and be named SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion.  Sheish will also be out front of Moveable Feast, playing with that blues swagger that drives the SpeedPoets’ engine. For those of you who missed them last month, here’s a clip from the February gig, complete with me getting over excited and jumping up on stage to read a poem.

So be sure to lock Saturday March 30 in… SpeedPoets wants you!

SpeedPoets March 2013

Date: Saturday March 30
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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SpeedPoets February 2013 Call-Back-Poet: Trish Reid

The first gig of the year was a special one, with swaggering performances by house band, Moveable Feast and feature poet, Andrew Phillips. As always, the Open Mic section, was studded with poetic gems, making the job extra hard for Andrew and Sheish to call back just one poet. But, the job was done (and done well), and as Andrew said, the February Call-Back-Poet’s words held him tight in his seat. That poet, was Trish Reid.

Trish Reid - CLK

[Photograph by Cindy Keong]

Here’s one of the poems Trish read on the day:

on her 70th wedding anniversary

she remembers the waist of the wedding dress
eighteen inches she said and the row
of tiny self-covered buttons
brailing her back
needing to be buttoned up
and unbuttoned

her father had clambered
hand over hand onto the lower
plank of the middle class
buttons her climbing dreams

she remembers feeling anxious in the week before
the dress would no longer fit
her conflicted aunt tried to fatten her up

as her uncle kept taking to drink in the front room and
her aunt sharpened her tongue on the front steps
she held her breath

today she visits his grave fingering the words
weather and years will wear to
blank stone

is she remembering his fingers         blindly
unbuttoning her then?

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About Trish:

I never understood the point of living in a city until I found SpeedPoets and the poetry community. The last year or so has been a time of accelerated and very pleasurable learning for me.

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And just to confirm, SpeedPoets will be serving up a healthy hit of words this coming Easter weekend, so lock in Saturday March 30, 1:30pm – 5pm at The Hideaway. We couldn’t think of any better place for you to be!

More details soon…

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SpeedPoets February 2013 Feature: Moveable Feast (feat. Sheish Money)

Kicking SpeedPoets off in a new venue – The Hideaway – has got my heart beating a little quicker as I count down to the big day… Saturday Feb 23. When I was considering who to ask to feature at the event, the first name that entered my head was Sheish Money… after all, he has been a main cog in the engine room for the last 12 years. So we caught up recently and had a chat about SpeedPoets past, present and future…

Moveable Feast

You have been a vital part of the SpeedPoets community for the best part of 12 years. How have you seen the event change through the years?

Not that much really. I mean it is different every month and always has been. There is of course a familiarity with the event after so long but for me personally every month yields something and I never know exactly what might go down. I think The Hideaway being a more music oriented venue will be great for more having more musical features and because poets tend to raise their performances with better stage and PA.

Are there any moments in that continue to stand out?

The great features. I’m really looking forward to seeing who you feature this year. I have always enjoyed watching the progression of poets as they improve their craft. Someone who gets a spark from what happens down at SP and keeps getting better. Like Andrew Phillips, who saw you and me at the ekka and has been banging out great poems ever since.

And what keeps you excited about the event?

It is one of the easiest things I can do to keep myself inspired. I like to come up with something new every month. I get to play with a lot of amazing poets and I couldn’t say what makes it all work….or not. Like when you and I play, we don’t really think about it too much, but we do listen to each other and give the piece room to become something more than just music behind words. So I guess it is that mystery and wonder that keeps me inspired.

I know many people have pondered over the years how you just ‘seem to know what to play’ when a poet takes to the mic. So, are you ready to give up your secret?

Well it’s not so hard. It is all body language I watch as the poet approaches the mic and see what their bodies say they are about to do. If they are shambling onto stage head low then slow and low is the go. If they come striding purposely with fire blazing in their eyes then I can ramp it up. Of course a million different pieces of music will fit a poem. Sometimes happy poems work well with sad music and visa versa. I was reading about some experiments that where conducted about the way that when musicians play together there brain wave rhythms start to sync up. I think that when it is really cooking with a poet there is that type of syncing. I try not to be to conscious about what I am doing. And like Steve Kilbey & GW Mclennan…  I trust in providence.

How has collaborating with poets shaped your sound?

That is a difficult question to try and answer in specifics. Listening to poets of all types and levels of proficiency gives me a lot to turn around in my mind. Because of SP I have been exposed to some of the best performing poets around. I get to see poets like Santo Cazatti and hear what he does with rhythm… or Matt Hetherington’s calmness and the space he gives the words… The way Rob Morris turns a phrase and summons ghosts from the past without devolving into sentimentality and still staying totally in the present… or your brevity wit and humour… or Sam Hunt channelling words through his finger tips… or Ian McBride in full swing… all these things have a profound effect on me as a musician and a writer. Watching and working with poets like yourself or Julie or Scotty Dubs or Robert Morris or … the list is too big, gives me new challenges and has taught me a lot about how to put better poetry into my songs.  And then there is all the poets, all the SP regulars who I have seen go from strength to strength. Then the fact that I get to play every month, do songs, jam with poets gives me plenty to process and work on. I have always loved improvising and trying to make music for the moment that I am in, plus I haven’t got a great memory.

What are you most looking forward to about kicking the year off with your band, Moveable Feast?

Well SP will be the first gig as a three piece. There has been a lot of life going on lately which both takes away and adds to the music but we are getting to play more lately The three piece line up exposes everything a bit more so I we are spending more time getting the melodies and the words a bit sharper and trying out little signatures and stuff. That said the moto of first time every time still applies.

Listen to a track by Moveable Feast

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SpeedPoets first gig for 2013
Date: Saturday February 23
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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SpeedPoets February 2013 Feature: Vanessa Page

I can’t tell you how excited I am to be bringing SpeedPoets to The Hideaway for its 13th year. It’s venues like this that make Brisbane the amazing city it is! Just in case you have forgotten, details of the first gig are:

Date: Saturday February 23
Venue: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Time: Doors at 1:30pm for a 2pm Open Mic Start
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

And to add to the excitement, SpeedPoets will launch Vanessa Page’s debut full length collection, Confessional Box. Vanessa has been a regular at SpeedPoets for many years now, so I had a chat with her to see how she was feeling about the launch and her memories of SpeedPoets.

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You’ve been a regular ‘Open Mic’er’ at SpeedPoets for many years now Vanessa. What is your first memory of coming along to a gig?

My first memory of SpeedPoets was during its Inspire Gallery period at West End . I came along, mostly just to listen because I’d never performed a poem before in my life! It was really my first foray into the poetry scene here in Brisbane , even though I’d been writing for a bit and trying my hand at a few competitions around the place. On that day, it was my then 8 year old son who signed on to read a poem he had written called ‘Nature’. With some gentle encouragement from Graham and my son Harvey I signed on to read as well. I’ve regularly attended SpeedPoets since then and it is a real highlight of the month to be able to gather with other Brisbane poets and share words together. I’ve made some terrific friends along the way and it really has become a ‘must-do‘ on the calendar each month for me. I’m pleased to say that very first poem I read at SpeedPoets – ‘Postcard’ features in Confessional Box and I will be making sure it is on the list to read at the launch!

Has reading in the Open Mic and listening to other poets each month helped shape your work?

Reading in the Open Mic has helped teach me the importance of reading my work aloud – even if it is only to myself. It helps with achieving great cadence with your writing. The other great thing is that you can gauge audience reaction when you perform – and when you know your poem has hit the mark or resonated with someone it is a wonderful thing. I always love listening to my contemporaries read – it is always inspiring and I love how each session there is always at least one poem or one line or one moment that really works for me and that I take away home with me. Listening to others is also a great way to look at things differently, try different styles and just broaden the horizons a little. So in terms of my own work, I think constant immersion in poetry whether by listening, reading or performing is an ongoing process that helps me shape my work.

con-box

You are about to launch your debut full length collection, Confessional Box. How are you feeling about it all now that it’s printed and ready to go?

I am feeling good about the book because it is the culmination of a few years’ worth of collected poems. It is nice to see them all in printed form…the process is like ‘putting those poems to bed’, turning out the lights and starting with a fresh page again. I think that is the most satisfying thing. Those poems are done and complete and I can walk away from them happy that they have found a permanent home. I have to say that moment when you hold your book for the first time is pretty special. It is a real thing of beauty and I was lucky enough to collaborate with my talented friends – artist Maryanne Oliver and designer Jessica Fazakarley on the cover art. I just hope the poems in the book bring others as much happiness as they bring me when I read them.

Getting a publishing contract for a debut collection is a wonderful opportunity. How did this all happen for you?

The poems in the book are drawn from my entry manuscripts for the Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Poetry Prize. I entered this competition in 2011 and 2012 and was named as a runner up in this prestigious award both years. At last year’s Queensland Poetry Festival I got talking to Ralph Wessman from Tasmania ’s Walleah Press and he expressed interest in publishing my two shortlisted manuscripts. So really it has become a ‘best of’ those two manuscripts. I realise that I am extremely fortunate to be offered a publishing contract ‘out of the blue’ like that and I hope that it is a reflection of the hard work invested in the collection. It certainly helped balance the disappointment of being ‘bridesmaid’ two years in a row for the Shapcott Prize! Working with Walleah Press has been extremely enjoyable, and the books are really lovely.

What are you most looking forward to about the SpeedPoets launch?

I am most looking forward to sharing some poems from the book with my friends from the Brisbane poetry scene. It is nice to launch it at the new home of SpeedPoets and quite fitting seeing as my first foray into performance poetry was several years ago at SpeedPoets. SpeedPoets is almost like a ‘family’ so I am very much looking forward to it.

VPAbout Vanessa:

Vanessa Page is a Brisbane-based poet who hails from Toowoomba in Queensland . Her first manuscript, Memory Bone was shortlisted for the 2010 Press Press Prize and in 2011 and 2012 she was named runner-up in the Arts Queensland Thomas Shapcott Prize for an unpublished manuscript. In April 2012 she launched her first micro-collection of poetry Feeding Paper Tigers through Another Lost Shark Press as part of the Brisbane New Voices series. Confessional Box is her first full-length collection of poetry.

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SpeedPoets is back for 2013!

Brisbane’s longest running poetry event, SpeedPoets, is back for its 13th year in a brand new home – The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley – on a brand new day – last Saturday of the month (starting in February).

hideaway logo

The Hideaway is a 100 capacity Bar and Music Venue, with a sophisticated vintage vibe, celebrating all that’s great in life – Good Coffee, Fine Wine, Craft Beer, Avant Garde Performance and Underground Sounds… and SpeedPoets can’t wait to christen it!

Vanessa-Page-scaled

To kick the year off, SpeedPoets hosts the second Brisbane launch of Vanessa Page’s full length debut, . Confessional Box. Vanessa read her very first poem at SpeedPoets some years ago, so it is exciting to be helping her book find its feet in the world.

The second feature will be none other than Sheish Money & Moveable Feast, filling the room with Sheish’s trademark booming voice and bluesy riffs. They’ve got a swag of new songs from the ‘off season’ and are ready to let rip!

Sheish

And SpeedPoets wouldn’t be the same without you… The Open Mic Section is what powers the event, so make sure you come packing a poem or two, you may just be named Call Back Poet of the month.

The Call Back Poet will have the honour of closing the day with a short reading as well as securing a feature spot at the last gig of 2013 and the opportunity to be named 2013 SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion.

There will also be the regular free zines and raffle, so make sure you are there to wish us happy 13th birthday!

Date: Saturday February 23
Time: Doors at 1:30pm with the Open Mic starting at 2pm
Where: The Hideaway, 188 Brunswick St, Fortitude Valley
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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SpeedPoets Open Mic Championships This Sunday!

That’s right, this Sunday is the big one… the event that has been building one ‘Call-Back-Poet’ at a time. At each monthly event, one poet was called back by the feature poets and now there are 8!

This Sunday November 4, these 8 poets – Jo Brooks, Carmen Leigh Keates, Marisa Allen, Andrew Phillips, Michael Cohen, Chloe Callistemon, Cameron Logan and Nicola Scholes – will take to the stage one last time to close the year, with one to be named ‘2012 SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion‘. And let’s not forget, there is $300 in cash up for grabs… so without a doubt each of the poets will be bringing the fire.

And to add to this mini festival of words, winner of the 2012 Dorothy Porter Poetry Prize, Stuart Cooke, will hit the mic to read his winning poem. And let’s face it, it wouldn’t be SpeedPoets without the guitar roar of Sheish and Giselle, our poetry raffle and the free monthly zine.

Yes, it’s going to be massive!

So make sure you are there to get your last shot of ‘SpeedPoets’ for the year and to find out what changes are ahead in 2013!

Date: Sunday November 4
Location: Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City)
Time: 2pm – 4:30pm
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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October Call Back Poet: Nicola Scholes

Well, it’s been decided! The eight Call-Back-Poets for SpeedPoets 2012 are Jo Brooks, Carmen Leigh Keates, Marisa Allen, Michael Cohen, Andrew Phillips, Chloe Callistemon, Cameron Logan and… Nicola Scholes. Here’s the poem Nicola took out the October event with!

My Father Flies

in on Friday out on Sunday
he has hospital on Wednesday
so he’ll meet the tradesman
and mow the lawn on Thursday
providing they’ll let him out
(they will)

My father flies
in on Friday
he will fill the fridge
plan the meals
check the mail
pay the bills

Mum says rest! and
my father flies
off the handle
he has done his tax
booked his seat
bought the milk for Grandma
charged the battery in Mum’s car
while we’ve been asleep

He is so close
to retiring

After he has tanked-up
we will go out for lunch
we will have an ice-cream
and look at the sea

they will cut his hair
they will clean his skin
they will plan a meal

My father flies
out on Sunday
he will give me the eggs
he will give me the lettuce
he will give me the tomatoes
they will all go off

When he returns
the passionfruit from his tree
will be on the ground, waiting

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Nicola Scholes is the author of Dear Rose, which won the 2009 “Dreams Ain’t Broken” Small Change Press Chapbook Competition. Nicola’s poems have also been published in various anthologies, books, magazines, and journals, including The Australian Library Journal, The Broadkill Review (USA), Cordite Poetry Review, Finger, Forge (USA/UK), Hecate, Hibiscus and Ti-Tree: Women in Queensland (Hecate Press, 2009), holland1945, Page Seventeen, Poems in Perspex: Max Harris Poetry Award 2007 (Lythrum Press, 2008), Social Alternatives, Stylus Poetry Journal, and Verity La. Nicola performed at Queensland Poetry Festival in 2011, 2009, and 2008, and has also been an actor in Brisbane community theatre. She has published two articles on Beat poet Allen Ginsberg as a part of her current PhD research: “Adapting Kali: Allen Ginsberg’s ‘Stotras to Kali Destroyer of Illusions” in U.S. Studies Online, and “The Difficulty of Reading Allen Ginsberg’s Kaddish Suspiciously” in M/C Journal.

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Each of these 8 poets will perform a short set at the Sunday November 4 SpeedPoets gig and one of them will take away the $200 cash prize and the title, SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion 2012. I will be posting a short feature on each of them in the lead up to the event over at Another Lost Shark. Roll on November!

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September Call Back Poet: Cameron Logan

With less than a week to go until the October event, it is with great excitement that I post the feature on the September Call Back Poet, Cameron Logan. Cameron’s impassioned reading of his poem IPSWICH, had the crowd hollering  and grabbed the attention of everyone in the room!

If you want to join Jo Brooks, Carmen Leigh Keates, Marisa Allen, Michael Cohen, Andrew Phillips, Chloe Callistemon & Cameron, don’t miss the gig this Sunday (October 7 @ Brew, 2:30pm – 5pm) as the final Call Back Poet for the year will be named. So bring your finest to the mic and let the words make the air swirl. Sign for the open mic starts at 2pm!

Now, over to Cameron:

IPSWICH
Pearl of cities! Depending of course on the value of the pearl in question, whether the value of the pearl is greater than or equal to the value of Brisbane!
IPSWICH
Oldest city in Queensland! Old that is from a human perspective but taken in the grand scheme of the universe and everything in it is barely greater than a speck of dust in the desert!
IPSWICH
King of railway! That is assuming that railways have kings! Dynasties! Royal families! Courtly protocol! The Feudal System! That is assuming that freight trains are the proletariet and passenger trains are the bourgeoisie! Perhaps the trains are all actually Republicans!
IPSWICH
Home of an excellent art gallery that is both artistic and excellent and possibly a number of other adjectives also though one must not be too specific when it comes to art!
IPSWICH
Home of a thriving cafe culture! Though that’s not to say that cafes have their own languages, customs and migration patterns!
IPSWICH
Home to many great bush poets and also a few bad ones!
IPSWICH
Home of the free, and home of the brave, and also home to those who are both, and also home to those who are neither, and also home to those who believe that freedom and bravery are subjective variables, and also home to whoever it was who stole my car tires twice!
IPSWICH
Where the pubs are heritage listed, to ensure that future generations can get drunk and say they are contributing on a cultural level!
IPSWICH
Home of a shopping mall that everyone pretends to hate even though they really don’t ’cause it’s trendy to complain about urban sprawl!
IPSWICH

I like Ipswich.

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Cameron is a hybrid of farm labourer and perpetual arts degree monkey. He enjoys slam poetry, page poetry and most garden varieties of spoken word. He likes long walks across arctic tundra and shouting at people in cafes. In his spare time he tries to think of the least original thought in the world.

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Koraly Dimitriades launches into SpeedPoets this Sunday October 7!

I mentioned recently that SpeedPoets was featuring two Melburnians this month… and I am pleased to announce that joining Peter Bakowski will be Koraly Dimitriades. Koraly is in Brisbane as part of a national tour, to launch the Deluxe Edition of her debut collection, Love & Fuck Poems.

Here’s a hit of Koraly’s work to get you primed for the gig:

SpeedPoets, Sunday October 7, 2:30pm – 5:00pm, Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, The City)

Wog Woman Writer (what it’s like)

On one side, the wogs:
I go to Mum’s house, proceed to proclaiming
my recent publication in a literary journal
to which she asks if I’ve vacuumed my house.
If I ask her if she’s heard me, she will respond with
details of how my divorce which took place
two years ago, ruined her life.

I leave the room but I love her.
She came on the boat
nowhere to go but marriage,
sometimes she didn’t even have food
in the village where she grew up.

On the other side, the publishing giants:
Submitting your manuscript to a publisher
Being praised for the story, well developed characters
Strong story arc, but that the manuscript lacks ‘literary merit.’
Scanning the list of contributor names to journals or
funding recipients for Arts Victoria and struggling
to find a surname that looks wog,
waiting for an incision in the Aussie literary voice
the bright light that might tear in the fabric

Blogging for a left-wing journal
finally feeling like you’re being recognised
that you’re writing is worth something
only to be sacked and amounting to nothing
but slave-labour words on a computer screen
replaced with big-shot Aussie Phd names
that you sound nothing like, and never will
(or sometimes you consider changing your voice)

explaining to Dad what happened
Dad, sitting me down comfortingly,
shaking his head and responding ‘Ithes?’ See?
‘Now I hope you think very hard
about returning to your job as a programmer.’

I lower my head

sending my ‘Wog’ YouTube video out to family,
telling them the situation, getting no response
except for one sister saying ‘I don’t do wog poems’
and asking me to take her off my email list,
loving her so much I feel her humiliation

Going to her house later in the week
where she plays me YouTube videos of
So Tiri, a Greek-American musician
rapping about feta and bread and Avgolemoni soup
who has millions of hits on his YouTube,
the sinking reality that most of my wog generation
prefer this, Wog Boy and My Big Fat Greek Wedding films
than stories revealing the shit layered under the cultural carpet
Most wogs haven’t even read Christos Tsiolkas
If they have it’s only because he made it
and therefore there must be merit, in what he has to say

Speaking my mind like a wog, my voice too raw
too confronting, too fused with emotion
I consider a Phd nightmare to flatten out my voice
but I’m stuck in single mum slum,
the odds against me because I have a cunt
and I have no trust, in the literary system, anymore

Sometimes I consider presenting myself
to the nearest publishing house,
palms pressed together as if in prayer
and asking if they please wouldn’t mind
stitching my hands shut so I can neither write nor type
(I will provide them with the needle and thread)

While the editor and publisher boil tea in preparation
I will continue to pray, for a miracle
When they return with their English china
and sympathetic faces, threading the needle
I will begin to tremble and cry
and they will comfort me

There, there, Koraly, we understand
We understand it’s been hard, it’s okay

The first stich will hurt the most, but to distract myself
I will confess to them every single rejection
as they stitch each pair of fingers together,
the hardships of having to subscribe to journals
to be considered for publication, running out of money
having less success with publication, the more confronting I get

There, there, Koraly, we understand
We’re almost done, just the pinky fingers left…

After I’m done confessing, I will recite poetry
until they’re finished and they can marvel
at my exotic verse as the blood drips from my hands
and onto the pages of their next publication

A book by Mr John Smith

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Koraly Dimitriadis is a Melbourne based Cypriot-Australian writer of poetry, short stories and novels. Her work has been published widely. She is a spoken word radio presenter and an Australian poetry café poet. The success of her zine, Love and Fuck Poems, available nationally and internationally, led her to publish Love and Fuck Poems: The Deluxe edition which she will be unveiling on the day as part of her national tour.

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August Call Back Poet: Chloë Callistemon

I’ve been a bit slow off the mark with getting this post up, but here goes… the Call Back Poet in August was Chloë Callistemon, selected by our sadly departed, Poet-in-Residence, a.rawlings.

There is now only one Call Back Poet to be named at our October event – Sunday October 7 at Brew – so start sharpening that poem… the November event, where all of the Call Back Poets return to the stage is going to be something to behold, with one of them being named SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion for 2012 and walking away with $200 cash in their pocket!

But I digress… let’s get back to Chloë and her poem!

Monstera

Wings blur, fanned vans beating
a twitchy path through the arching necks and
swaying heads of monstera fronds. A girl
crouches in the darkest shade, watching the wrens
dart home to a cup of grass, spider web, lint,
and blond hair (hers).

Tiny orange gullets pulse with hunger,
voices strained in a hissing whine only parents
could love. She has been watching them for
weeks, spying from the lush green.
She saw the tiny eggs in their blond nest
and waited. Deciding.

She saw the tiny chicks, so like
all the abandoned, pushed chicks she rescued,
then watched die, despite her cradling of the softest
feathers, the frailest bodies, the most fragile fluttering
pulses; despite honey and meal fed from pipettes,
despite the hunts

for flies and spiders. These parents
stuff the mouths of two of many and dart back
into the blinding open sky — none pushed, none
abandoned. She watches the struggling hollow of
half-formed feathers. All sound is burned away
by the midday sun,

except the endless tick of crickets
and the whine of chicks. She edges closer and reaches
for the nest. She pauses, looks around, and
tucks one foot behind a root. She takes a
ragged breath and holds it, closes her eyes
and leans. She falls

and feels feathers and hair and
opens her eyes and lets out breath with a choke.
She stares at her opening hand and in it — grass and
spider web and lint and bond hair (hers) — till she hears,
over the pounding of blood, the purr of wings blurring,
fanned vans beating

unsteady paths through the arching necks
and swaying heads of monstera fronds, and sees
the fledglings explode from the shade, into the bleached
sky and a wash of sweet salt.

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Chloë Callistemon can be found more often behind a camera than a mic but occasionally puts away her lenses and pulls words instead. Her writing can be found in odd corners and folds and she is quite chuffed to be amongst some wonderful poets part of a project genuinely trying to do something — Harry Owen’s upcoming anthology For Rhino in a Shrinking World. Follow the project or help at: http://rhinoanthology.wordpress.com/

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Peter Bakowski live at the October SpeedPoets

SpeedPoets is proving to be a great stage for interstate and international travellers, and in October, we are fortunate to have two Melburnian’s heading our way. The first of our interstate guests, is award-winning poet, Peter Bakowski. Peter is will be on the road from September to December this year, so it is a real treat to have him feature at the October event.

So make sure that Sunday October 7 (2pm – 5:30pm at Brew) is inked into your diary, as seeing Peter up this way is an all too rare occasion!

Here’s a recent poem from Peter to brighten your screen!

A letter from Rebecca Cartello in Scarborough, England,
to her sister Carla in Longreach, Queensland, 15 December 1933

It’s winter here.
The trees stand stark.
The sky, bird-diminished,
is sullen with clouds.
I sold the last of my books
to buy nine tubes of paint.

What is seen, moves the blood,
I must honour on canvas.

When I cannot make a brushstroke or a colour
lift a painting,
I return to drawing
to remind my hand and eye
of curve, shape and shadow,
of what is present and suggested.

In life-drawing class
we’re sketching Alex,
an aspiring ballet dancer.
His body
crouches, leaps, spins,
both obeys and defies
Tchaikovsky’s Swan Lake
playing on the gramophone.

The date of my exhibition has been set,
the first of April.
I hope the exhibition will be a success,
that each painting finds its rightful owner,
those who realize that a painting
may also be a mirror.

Please send me a photograph of your Adam.
Tell me more about him,
how he
reads the soil and sky,
joins you in prayer
for a child
and rain.

I’m not one for marriage,
am most alive when painting portraits,
patient with each sitter,
listening to their conversations,
watching where their hands rest,
how they look about the room,
as who they are
rises towards the lure
of my paintbrush.

I’ll close for today,
work further on my portrait
of the local butcher.
Must render the look in his eyes
when he raises his gleaming cleaver.

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Melbourne-born poet, Peter Bakowski writes clear, accessible poems, uses ordinary words to say extraordinary things. His poems have appeared in literary magazines worldwide and have been translated into nine languages. Peter has been writer-in-residence in Italy, France, China, Western Australia, Tasmania and New South Wales.

He has self-organized and self-financed numerous poetry tours of Australia, some tours lasting three months, some tours covering 10,000 kilometres. Peter also gives poetry readings in private houses to groups of eight or more, anywhere in Australia or overseas.

His philosophy is to be alert to the world and to continue. For more information visit Peter’s blog.

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The October gig will also feature the regular delights of free zines, raffles, the guitar roar of Sheish Money and Brisbane’s hottest Open Mic Section. And let’s not forget that this is your last chance to take out one of the coveted Call-Back-Poet spots.

The Call Back Poet is selected by the monthly features and given the opportunity to perform a mini-feature to close the event (2 poems) as well as win the right to perform at the November gig and be in the running for cash prizes – $200 for the winner and $100 for the runner up – and the title SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion for 2012.

So bring your best to the mic!

SpeedPoets have been keeping poetry fast in Brisbane for more than a decade, so come along and take the ride!

Date: Sunday October 7
Location: Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City)
Time: 2pm – 5:30pm
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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Trudie Murrell takes the mic at SpeedPoets in September

That’s right, SpeedPoets keeps the poetry coming in Brisbane this Saturday, September 1, when they bring the words to Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City) from 2pm.

Joining our interstate feature, Andrew Galan at the mic, will be local lass Trudie Murrell. If you have not had the pleasure of hearing her stretch out into a longer set, then you are in for something special…

Here’s a quick of hit of words to get you excited!

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Bridled  

All day
just at the length
of my ear’s reach
a horse has been calling me.

High distant whinnies
speak to the muscles
of my neck, the edge of my
nostrils, raise my chin to the breeze.

How did it find me here, in the suburbs?
Luring me out from the kitchen
to where late summer rain traces
my shoulder blades, pools
at my navel.

I hear hooves on the
bitumen, feel my blood
rise to answer.

Trudie Murrell is a child of the tropics who now lives in Brisbane. Since 1988 she has been writing poetry, plays and short stories.  She is also teacher, performer and a parent of three children.

Her poems have been published in The Green Fuse, Macmillan English 9 for the Australian Curriculum, Cordite, SpeedPoets zine and on Another Lost Shark.  She’s featured at Black Star’s Words or Whatever, Confit Bistro’s Back Room, Jam Jar and Fresh at the Library and she is a regular reader at Speed Poets open mic.

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And don’t forget to come prepared for the Open Mic… only two Call-Back-Poet spots remain, so make sure you bring your best!

Date: Saturday September 1
Location: Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City)
Time: 2pm – 5:30pm
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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SpeedPoets Saturday September 1: Featuring Andrew Galan

After a spectacular weekend at QPF 2012, SpeedPoets keeps the poetry hit coming at Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City) from 2pm – 5:30pm. The month of September sees two two fine features take the stage; local lady, Trudie Murrell and interstate guest, Andrew Galan. So let’s check in with Andrew to find out a little more…

The upstairs food court writer in exile, Andrew Galan, has performed as part of the Corinbank, Canberra Fringe, This is Not Art, YouAreHere, and Australian National Folk festivals. His poetry has been included in The Best Australian Poems 2011, and published in the United Kingdom, the United States, New Zealand, and Australia. He performs with spoken word band The Tragic Troubadours, co-founded BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! with Hadley at The Phoenix Pub, and has a blog: Huitzilihuitl’s Reign of Death.

And here’s a hit of Andrew’s words:

The way we go

A comin’ home boys, ta’the land we use’ta’sleep in
hear it         that cartridge chorus shouldn’t be our canta’, rather
sound the Burger’s haven         with tight belt
for perfect hell    they’ve    we’ve    sent for
hollow points chip cinder, but don’t drop a tear
with small ships a’masonite
it’ll be a bucket’a'blood         for each tack from Tupperware
no tomorrow limes         I’m comin’ home
Frank Herbert’s blest         boys we’re comin’ home
so pack another lunch-box, nails brimmin’
primer for Fate, urea’ll light the night
fuse’ta’fit Foxtrot-Nine-One-Whiskey-One, this watch model’s sincere terror boys
hear the blade drum, they’re comin’         they’re comin’ for us.

Men, how many bullets can we fire?    hail to greet
a confessional         Frank Herbert’s blest
a ghastly crime         yell it men
tear these boys with lead         SWAT ‘em with cannonades
no fertiliser’s gunna save ‘em         see the roof lift
from blue jean ridden bum-bags         it’s the hour to answer,
never again         no repeat incarceration         zero time for games
not with guts intact, they’re not goin’ home, rather
right hands’ll stretch each face across a basketball for their families to ID
pop, you hear ‘em pop? To fat to escape instead they drop
ready then, let’s see how many end grinnin’         men we’re goin’ in.

No time boys    where are ya’Ballard?    for cars    for trucks
feel that in ya’guts    me guts    that’s the song ya’should be feelin’
not I, home, I’m still comin’ home         once from carillon temple city
through perfect hell         ta’sweet musk smilin’
shore, ya’saw it, descent’ta’burnin’ sands, ta’tangle bough with feet an’hands
that’s not the land i’m gunna rest in, feel those tears boys
Perkins, what the fuck are ya’doin’ here?
the jungle townhouse calls, it calls outside no Frank Herbert believer
i’m comin’ home         so tighten belts         we’re comin’ home
boys, pack another lunch-box, nails brimmin’
primer for Fate, urea’ll light the night
fuse’ta’fit Foxtrot-Nine-One-Whiskey-One; that watch model’s sincere terror
boys they’re comin’ in, hear timber’ta’metal, contact boys, they’re comin’ in.

Men, smash the lock         to sugar grove shore
they’re not goin’    you look lost boy, school’s that way    we’ll see spray
where head kisses ceilin’         no flash’n'bang
where palms splay metres         no grapple to save, save to hollow clip
where sandal stumps stick to floor         seven times men         in the face
no Frank Herbert believer, inside no martyrdom soldier, instead
each’s a tear in another mum’s eye as we swab her gums to confirm his demise
so cock your hammers         ground your lines         with rubber face
men, we’re goin’ in         these boys’ll be chockas with lead
pop, you hear ‘em pop? To fat to escape instead they drop
so crash the door, totem green’n'red hand men, we’re goin’ in.

For land to rest in
doesn’t matter how many cells are thrown away
agony, theirs, not ours
for the brew of skin between wood’n'tin
agony from the guts that end us
still each warms without prints’ta’press      ta’paradise
a comin’ home men, this is the way to go to war
a comin’ home boys, this is the way’ta go’ta war
Frank Herbert’s blest
this is the way      we go.

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The September gig will also feature the regular delights of free zines, raffles, the guitar roar of Sheish Money and Brisbane’s hottest Open Mic Section. And let’s not forget that all poets in the Open Mic are in contention to be named Call Back Poet of the month!

The Call Back Poet is selected by the monthly features and given the opportunity to perform a mini-feature to close the event (2 poems) as well as win the right to perform at the November gig and be in the running for cash prizes and the title SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion for 2012.

There are now only two Call-Back-Poet spots to be decided, so bring your best to the mic!

SpeedPoets have been keeping poetry fast in Brisbane for more than a decade, so come along and take the ride!

Date: Saturday September 1
Location: Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City)
Time: 2pm – 5:30pm
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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July Call-Back-Poet: Andrew Phillips

As always, just who would be named, Call-Back-Poet in July was hotly debated, but with a poem about the ‘black art’ of home midwifery, Andrew Phillips took the title… And after reading the poem, you will see why it took the collective breath of the audience.

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The home midwife

She pulls up in a hatchback,
carries her leather case swollen
with years in and out of waters

a little vial of rose oil
and herbs transferred through bellyskin
to help the body yawn.

She walks down a hallway
to brew a pot of raspberry leaf,
fennel, singing nettle

and chats between the heavy breaths,
makes a joke about stir frying the placenta
but doesn’t laugh.

No phone code or knife sharpening
for spine on spine, head up bottom down
or umbilical wrapped around the neck

she has whispering hands;
chinese point massage to coach
an aquatic half somersault
and unfurl the ribbon.

She reads faces too
guides a father’s hands
to be in on the magic of catching skin
slippery as water

it’s a black art
to let a baby happen
in your living room.

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Andrew grew up surfing, rock climbing, scrambling through rainforest in South East Queensland and never ever read poetry.  ‘It must be some kind of bug bite on a steep traverse through a council library.’  Andrew writes to capture precise moments.  He loves haiku and is currently working on a series of convict Brisbane poems.  He lives south of Brisbane with his wife and family of boys.  He’ll often be heard jumping up to the mic at Speedpoets and blogs poetry at Pied Hill Prawns www.piedhillprawns.wordpress.com

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So if you want to grab one of the remaining three Call-Back-Poet spots at the SpeedPoets November showcase, make sure you are there this Saturday, August 4, with a handful of poems in your heart. Sign on for the open section starts at 2:00pm and the microphone is ready for you to make it sing!

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SpeedPoets Saturday August 4: feat. 2012 Arts QLD Poet-in-Residence, a.rawlings

SpeedPoets brings the words to Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City) from 2pm – 5:30pm this Saturday, August 4. The month of August hosts the debut Brisbane feature set from 2012 Arts QLD Poet-in-Residence, a.rawlings, who is fresh back from exploring the north and west of this gargantuan state of ours. Over the course of her two week regional tour, a.rawlings has been collecting sounds and images for her Sound Poetry and Visual Poetry project. This will launch at A Million Bright Things on Saturday night at QLD Poetry Festival (August 25), so we may just be lucky enough to get a preview of some new work!

Here’s a.rawlings performing work from her debut collection, Wide Slumber for Lepidopterists:

The August gig will also feature the regular delights of free zines, raffles, the guitar roar of Sheish Money and Brisbane’s hottest Open Mic Section. And let’s not forget that all poets in the Open Mic are in contention to be named Call Back Poet of the month!

The Call Back Poet is selected by the monthly features and given the opportunity to perform a mini-feature to close the event (2 poems) as well as win the right to perform at the last gig of 2012 in November and be in the running for cash prizes and the title SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion. There are only three spots left in the November showcase, so make sure you come ready to make the mic melt!

SpeedPoets, this Saturday… be there! We’ve been keeping poetry fast in Brisbane for more than a decade!

Date: Saturday August 4
Location: Brew (Lower Burnett Lane, Brisbane City)
Time: 2pm – 5:30pm
Entry: Gold Coin Donation

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June Call-Back-Poet: Michael Cohen

Last month, Michael Cohen was ‘Called-Back’ after reading his brilliant homage to the humble sausage roll… So make sure you get along to the gig this Saturday, July 7 – Brew, Lower Burnett Lane, The City from 2pm – 5:30pm – and hit the mic for your chance to be named Call-Back-Poet of the month. All Call-Back-Poets will perform at the final SpeedPoets event of the year in November where one will be named, SpeedPoets Open Mic Champion of 2012. It could be you!!!

Now over to Michael’s poem in all its pastry covered glory…

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title – the last temptation of crust (the word title is in the title and so is this)

one
3 a.m.
a servo in chinchilla
you order the last
sausage roll

two
what existed before time?
can a frog feel sheepish?
what is the flavour
of a sausage roll?

three
you wipe steam from the counter
to reveal a lentil pie a chiko roll
and three sausage rolls

four
the bus costs 2.90

in school that bought you
a small flavoured milk
and a sausage roll

1.70 for the milk
1.20 for the sausage roll

five
split open
steam rises from the soft
naanlike inner layer
of the sausage roll

six
on your first date
she only eats the pastry shell
of the sausage roll

seven
the sausage roll is a metamorphosis
of meat and wheat and heat

of meat and wheat and heat
to our whiteboned
bloodorganed inner body

eight
does god exist?

if he made us
did he also make
sausage rolls?

nine
in a woollen doona
a knitted sweater
and five toed socks
you wrap yourself
like a sausage roll

ten
hey ref you farken blind?

with one bite he eats a quarter
of a sausage roll

eleven
beside a bin
the crumpled wrapper
of a sausage roll

the goanna does not think
it is an egg

twelve
this smells like
but is not
a sausage roll

thirteen
gathering flakes of pastry
from the crevice of your front seat
you try to remember
the last time you ate
a sausage roll

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By day, Michael Cohen is a computer-y guy who does computer-y stuff on computers. By night, he is a sad and lonely misanthrope who plays scratch’n'sniff with the universe. His collected flakes are available at wordporridge.tumblr.com

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