Antipoet Melbourne Invasion

Antipoet MELBOURNE DATES...

From the Overload Festival 2007 Festival Program

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Sunday 12th August
Unknown Language
Venue: Glitch Bar and Cinema
Address: 318 St Georges Rd, Nth Fitzroy
Time: 8:00pm-11:00pm
Melbourne’s home of experimental poetics is back for another night that ya mother warned you about, but that’s just because she didn’t want you to find out she was going to be there, ogling Allan Boyd. Tut tut. Don’t tell her we said anything ok. Hosted by the inimitable Jezza P. Speelman, Unknown Language has been on a bit of a break for a few months and we are damn happy that it’s back for the Overload. There will be music, there will be noises that my Father swears aren’t music, there will be some hot fuckin’ shit going on. Featuring antipoet and other wonderful acts to tease, delight and possibly bludgeon you.

Wednesday 15th August
Once More Into The Inferno
Venue: Dantes Fitzroy
Address: 150 Gertrude St Fitzroy
Time: 8:00pm-12AM

Don’t you love Dante’s? And Dante’s loves poetry. And we love that TAA mural in the back room; which has to be seen to be believed. This night doesn’t really have a theme per se, let’s just say that we’ve invited some of our favourites along for a night that will be poetic, musical and possibly a little odd. Once again we’ve got poets from far flung places mingling with some local ruffians. What is Crystal Set? You ask. Harmonies darling, it’s all about the harmonies. Featuring: Spoken Treats (From the Melbourne Arts Factory), Allan Boyd (WA), Kevin Gillam (WA), Helen Child (WA), Ashley J Higgs, Crystal Set, Richard Hillman, Robbie Lane, John West

Friday 17th August
Under Star Poets - MiteyKo at Federation Square
Venue: BMW Edge Amphitheatre
Address: Federation Square, Flinders St, Melbourne CBD
Time: 7:00pm-10:00pm

I’ve written a lot of these blurbs and you think that I’d run out of things to say. Not even close. Music and poetry combine for the best night of your life. Ever. Well, except for that one night but that was different wasn’t it. The stars are truly coming out tonight, from Ireland, from Perth, from Elwood and Northcote and other refined places, this is going to rock. Literally. And did I forget to mention music, poetry AND bellydancing? I did? For shame. We’re aiming to fill a very large venue. This one’s ambitious no doubt about it, but that’s all right because it will be full. Oh yes, it will be full. Featuring: Death To Your Dreams (Sean Whelan & The Mime Set), Sugarfree Masons, Andy White (TBC), MiteyKo (aka Allan Boyd and Kevin Gillam), Trisnasari, Ben Ezra, Lish and Steve O’Prey, Belfast Poets...

Find out more about this bangin festival:
http://www.overloadpoetry.com

australianpoetryslam07

WA Stuff: Slam at the PICA BAR!

This is a callout to all poets, hip-hop artists and other outspoken wordsmiths: polish your werd, shine your rhymes and lip-spittle your lyrics for the AUSTRALIAN POETRY SLAM 2007 - with over $10,000 in cash and prizes on offer! What is a poetry slam..?

Slam heats are being held in city centres and regional venues across Australia between June and November 2007. Two finalists from each slam heat will compete in their state’s final, and the two top point scorers from each state final will travel to Sydney in December to battle it out for the national title at the State Library of NSW.

All contestants are given a mic, a live audience and just two minutes to impress the judges (selected at random at each heat) with their original spoken word, poetry, hip hop, monologues and stories.

Local spoken-word artists from each participating state and territory will host the slam heats and state finals, as well as entertain audiences with their own word artistry.

For details on National slam heats in your region

ACT | NSW | NT | QLD | SA | TAS | VIC | WA

Updating this blog

The antipoet blog is undergoing a bit of an overhaul.

Time for a change.

Not much writing a lot of poetry lately.

Lots of slam action over the coming months.

Been busy with this australianpoetryslam07.org!

Off to Melbourne for the overloadpoetry.com in mid August

And this: www.thewordisout.net.au WA Poets Inc

And this: radicalhack.com my webserver...

Lots of things to do.

This is the sound of failure

This is the sound of failure

Can you hear it? The thick blue smoke signal in this textile fantasy, our familiar latex monotony. The end of a crude oil dreaming. Turning up the radio in a rancid twist of credit popularity, a democracy of polarity. A 200 year descent into hypocrisy. A cardinal monstrosity…

And yet here we sit - channelling redundancy from our imaginary jesus-god, from the belching earth and the sound of failure of species. A neglect of reason. When dissent is treason. Our collective finger in the face of rampant industry - a desecration of integrity. We - you - me - tearing at the fences of dominant singularity. Can you hear the failure…

Our pack mentality lynching the warriors of peace, as we dig in for the duration - under the bitumen streets now the station, secretly hugging the trees of our dying marriage of convenience, a queer seven eleven, a drive thru coffee shop destiny, our lives a collection of regurgitated roadhouse fat - and uranium dust. A Willie Willie story in city city glory.

Over the unmanned barbed wire gates and into the line of secular fire, my new lounge a nipple of reason to kill my children, my t-shirt, my bracelet a powerful weapon against truth - the perpetuation of poverty, a global travesty of racist exploitation. A denial of true humanity.

He said: Danger do not enter this poem: And the sound of failure resonates. An echo of rhymes shout Australia is a failure. Australia is a Failure.

No other word for 100,000 years of success than a nuclear waste dump in my suicidal tendency. Like a six-year detention - a scaling of the razor, a refugee hunger striker in Gulag Australia - a propriety of limited ancient sobriety. And what shall we do with the drunken sailor. Am I a saviour?

This is the sound of failure: I am a traitor. Arguing the bloody Anzacs from an angry drunken spa, killing for country he said. Torn from the trenches bled rotten into the machine gun practice, fighting for an imaginary historic future, an embellished lie, a myth of chronic resignation of another classic Australian failure, failure, failure - Australia, Australia, Australia…

And into the streets we charge our fists at the polluted night. The black blocs at the barricades, rise up and kill your oppressors, the poets said - smash your pulsing head into brick by brick the burning flags of suburban banality, the concrete facades of originality, a suppression of new ideas from this culdesac megaphone.

Oh say Can You see - a neo-kiribilli a koolbardie in the dawn's early light an increment of boundless plains to rape - Australia's sons and daughters let us rejoice in the vandalism of human ecosystem destruction, of terrorist intentions. STOP!

Because poetry is political political political…

And we sit n sip in alfresco sunshine wonderment at just how fucking beautiful we are in the clean-skinned mirrored walls of my shiny-town economy fear. And each tiny suck of the corporate cock, each swallow of the golden logic, comes a lick of desert pleasure, a taste of the dug-up rock, driving the weather changers.

And the company gets what the company wants, what the company wants, what the company wants… Because it is political, political… And the company gets what the company wants, what the company wants, what the company wants…

This is the sound of failure…

MoTHER [has words...]

MoTHER [has words...] ...a 'zine...



cheers to wa's own spm for a brazen stalwart approach - this man truly rocks.. who would dare publish such offensive drivel!