Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit!

A very well educated man once said to me "You stay away from my daughter!"

And if the daughter was Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! then i did not pay him heed, for

Tomorrow night (18th of May) I am the feature poet at Canberra's Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit!

Held at the Phoenix Bar, East Row, Civic, 730 - late

Audience members who mention this blog will get a free slice of cheese.

Parting Shot

The door you closed

Behind your back

Your friend opened hers.

National Folk Festival

So the National Folk Festival was a cracking success!

Performing with the Tragic Troubadours, I poemed and theatred at the crowds of people lining up to get into the ever popular Majestic tent, home of the Canberra Fringe Festival. Most  members of the ambushed audience took kindly to words being flung at them. The Troubadours also performed a wildly successful play (penned by Bela) to a rowdy crowd of 400 headbanging gypsies between the sets of the Crooked Fiddle Band and Flap!.

I performed two blackboard sets at the Tantric Turtle chai tent (special mention to Lila, who endured 25 hours of silence designed to raise awareness of Invisible Children [African child soldiers].  Thanks for the chai and your words. Josh)

I also competed in the International Wear Pajamas Day edition of Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! (also in the Majestic) where my poem "My breakfast served the Khmer Rouge" was fed to the massed philistines who ate it up but were left with an unsatisfying taste of pun in their mouth.

 

NeoLogos of the New Aeon

Morbese:
Portmanteau of morbidly obese, used to describe the next level of corpulence, specifically when the person described is too fat to fit on a page.

Backfrica from Africa

I have returned from 4 months in Africa, with a collection of poems being edited and rewritten.
these poems will form the basis of a new Zine project of mine called Desire Map: Anatomy of Infidelity.

also....

upcoming performances:

Competing in this month's Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit!, Phoenix Bar, East Row, Canberra City (April 20th)

Performing with the Tragic Troubadours at the Australian National Folk Festival (every day over Easter long weekend)

Feature poet for Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! at the Phoenix Bar, third Wednesday of May

bus poem

Alight from my lips, dear kiss
where you so lightly laid;
I will not breathe a word of this
so leave with your fear allayed

Karibu Cousin

Goodbye long dry

arid iris in big sky

blue eye

my heart and I

no longer

Gondwana but

wander westward

nearer

Tanzania

karibu cousin!

Your eyes mirror

the smiles we left behind

Tutaonana kaskazi

Jangwa jicho katika kikubwa anga

bluu jicho

mimi nawangu moyo

tunaacha

kutanga Gondwana

lakini magharibi

karibu na

Tanzania

welcome Binamu!

Jicho vyenu

ziko vioo

badala ya

vicheko

tunaacha