STAND AND DELIVER!

OPENMOUTH POETRY ACTION: BLUE ROOM 22 JUNE 2007

STAND AND DELIVER!

Openmouth Poetry presents a night of hectic and eclectic spoken word and performance poetry in the Blue Room on the 22nd June - featuring Allan Boyd "the Antipoet" and his evil poet friends - in an extravaganza of fat bionic werd action.

Having performed his difficult and acerbic words as featured guest at the Queensland Poetry Festival; the Melbourne Overload Poetry Festival; the Newcastle This Is Not Art Festival, Artrage, PIAF, WA Fringe and just about every art festival and venue in Perth since 1996, the Antipoet says he is in "no mood for a nice lie-down..."

Gathering some of the naughtiest poets in the West, this one-off poetry night at the Blue Room will showcase a diverse range of some 20 plus performative wordmongers for your consumption.

And YOU are invited to be a part of the mess!

Bring a bag of words to sprout in the Open Reading section - or better still, get in the SLAM!

Openmouth Slam: If the night is on fire, teams and individuals will face off in a bizarre poetry battle to the death. Judged by a random panel of audience members, you are invited to participate in this opportunity to hone your skills as a performance poet. Or just rock up and consume a dose of fresh WA Poetry. What is a SLAM?

Music will be supplied by Perth original band MiteyKo, "Perth's best-kept indie secret", with a batch of new songs for your enjoyment from their forthcoming fourth CD. The 'Ko will also provide an improvised guitar/cello backdrop for any poets to deliver their works to music.

Phone 0402 573 580 for more details

Eating the Culture Monster - Zero Wing

Zero Wing

Here: all your base are belong to us
this sensational golden shower
like climate apathy acting an eating out of itself
like a capital import of me
pretending to not be fake
and Culture Will Eat Itself

yeah

Here: emancipate a global massive passivity
an elongated grand narrative; a critical pole dance
a monopoly of guitar stance remedies
of videos of nothing

Here: there be monsters, a broken string
and the bases are eating it
the culture the culture the culture
2000 years of the culture cats
the culture cats
the monster-trucks of jesus

All your base are belong to us
You have no chance to survive make your time

share gods

tepid sun

collusions: this crumbling minor access road

collusions: this crumbling minor access road

here, they say, at the sunny open-pit coalface,
trickling assets set the pace of addiction
blunt fat n wet, we take rabid random stabs
at those conservative crabs

yet, according to experts, the bleeding hearts
must survive cunted poetry of champions

deconstructed, dismissed and discharged,
the drenching of a piss party hoe
a great flaccid broken cock at the wheel,
his face dented - bloated

without her wedding vase mantra we break beats
and drive, those jolly wheels - ribbons of capital
- deflated, undulated shotguns of tribe

this total breakfast of a cultural monstrosity,
a graphic bacon-footed stance, a sow in violent labour
a spanking collapse of democracy,
a crown of bitter thorns in my gaping mouth
- this clandestine automated theocracy
where money and god are one

the hot blood of millions lingers like copper
and grease, and rotted human flesh
like fuckheaded banter on amber-wash stages
at the back of this swollen tongue

and we count: a billion baked steel examinations
a wound or two in these shrill February suns

in the half-price dawnscape now,
where the (r)evolutionary colours and footpaths speak

where all but cars and koolbardie are silent
we sit and breathe each other
sedated

--
antipoet - february 2007
antipoet.blogspot.com