Poetry and music with JANET JACKSON and special guests CORAL CARTER and TERRY FARRELL with musicians Larry George and David Kaesehagen. Limited open mike. $15 including wine, soft drinks, nibbles and a zine. Book now at http://www.proximitypoetry.com/Revolution
JANET JACKSON writes poems, songs and prose, performs poetry and music, teaches poetry and creative writing, helps organise Perth Poetry Club, parents and sometimes sleeps. Check out her book 'Coracle' (2009), her chapbook ‘q finger’ (PressPress 2011), her micro-collection in Fremantle Press's forthcoming volume 'Performance Poets' and her website www.proximitypoetry.com.
The vivacious and creative Coral Carter is a poet, photographer and publisher. In 2009 she came third in the WA section of the National Poetry Slam. Read her poems at http://coralcarter.blogspot.com/
Poet Terry Farrell draws inspiration from the Dadaist, Surrealist and Beat poets. He has performed his blend of poetry, prose and music at Perth Poetry Club, Denmark Festival of Voice and Fairbridge Festival. Terry will be accompanied by musicians Larry George and David Kaesehagen, members of the group Kufig Tulid.
7:15pm Friday 29 June 2012, Fringe Gallery, 94 Bawdan St, Willagee.
Sponsored by Mulla Mulla Press.
It's that time of year again; the annual Fringe Gallery end of year wind up & after party. Featuring music & spoken word by,
Allan Boyd & Maitland Schnaars; The Antipoet and The Enforcer, described as 21st century performance poets in your faces. Raw and political spoken word by two seasoned performance poets.
Kevin Gillam; Yes, we all love him. The wonderful poet & cellist. Kevin Gillam is a Western Australian writer with poems published in numerous journals in Australia and overseas. He has two books of poems published, both by Sunline Press, Other Gravities (2003) and Permitted to Fall (2007). He works as Head of Music at Christchurch Grammar School and free-lances as a cellist and conductor. He is married with two stepchildren.
Neil Preston; Neil has a well-established pedigree of being one of the shining lights of Perth’s powerpop revival in the early 1990’s. Fronting the legendary band A Month of Sundays Neil was able to mix sweet pop melodies with decisive lyrics of love and loss, penned in the great tradition of Elvis Costello, Morrisey, and writers closer to home like Tim Rogers and David McComb.
Amanda Joy; Poet & gardener. Her poetry has been published in many journals & anthologies. She has a fascination with portals and conduits and every now and then she pops out a little limited edition illustrated chapbook for those who ask nicely. She blogs her poetry semi regularly at her website www.littleglasspen.com. Her latest chapbook Orchid Poems was published by mulla mulla press in September.
Expect a bit of collaboration & moving about.. plus open mic & more....
Entry by donation, beverages and nibblies available. After party a'brewin'
Saturday 22nd October, starting at 7:30 pm Fringe Gallery is excited to present the first in its new special series of poetry readings. Open mic as always, get there early to sign up! Wine and nibbles available. Entry by donation.
Flora Smith began writing poetry 8 years ago and has been widely published in journals and anthologies around Australia, including Westerly, Stylus Poetry Journal and Famous Reporter. She writes about people: their failings, hopes and dreams. Her curiosity about people led her to study and teach foreign languages, and to a great love of travel, which she finds a rich source of material for her poetry. She reads her work in various venues in Perth and Fremantle, and believes in actively serving the Perth poetry community. She believes that poetry should be readily accessible to all people, not dressed in obscure concepts and long words.
A poem from Flora;
I have you in sepia, war-bride aunt who sailed away.
Head thrown back eyes laughing posing with a purse an elegant flower on your jacket. All set for an evening out or maybe you’ll just change for tennis charm the court and win the game.
I have you in sepia. You lived colour conducting life with an ivory cigarette holder dancing your favourite ragtime into the music of a new life, four boys, the dirty California air
and uncle writing when your lungs were gone.
Dick Alderson grew up in Perth on a small farm with chickens and orange trees. He became an engineer and at various times lived in Sydney and London. Having finally done all that, he started writing poetry in 1994. His poems have appeared in Fremantle Arts Review, Marginata, Blue Dog, Indigo and Westerly, and anthologies such as EmPowa and The Weighing of the Heart.
Come celebrate the launch/arrival/release of In Hand, Amanda Joy's book of poetry. 7:30pm, December 17th at The Fringe Gallery, 94 Bawdan street, Willagee.
To be launched by Dr Andrew Burke, with readings from ze book by the dapper & strange, Black Rider himself, Jeremy Balius and the sky snapping, word mistress of Recoil, Coral Carter and music by the wildly delicious Kissin' Cousins! Bring your dancing slippers... and a poem to share!
Some blurbs ..s.... s
Amanda Joy's In Hand is a sustained love letter, a farewell signature in a handwritten flourish. It is a celebration of the body, of loss and acceptance, family, water and landscape. These poems work their spells in language cast under pressure into a sublime, lyrical whole. ~Anthony Lawrence
The poetry of Amanda Joy stretches out to touch the reader both physically and spiritually. Her words penetrate to the heart and soul of relationships, opening to the naked eye not only those we have with lovers, friends and strangers, but that which we have with the natural world that surrounds us. Then deeper still, to the relationship between our own thoughts, needs and desires. In Hand has a devotional quality. Each poem an experience, to be carried with us and contemplated throughout the day; each poem a flower of mystery, whose petals await their revelatory blossoming. ~Ray Sapienza, Moongaze Publishing, editor of Fragile Arts Press, author of Tumbled Streams
‘In Hand’, by Australian writer Amanda Joy, offers much in a diverse selection of poems. These are poems of love, desire, longing and language as experienced in these and other states. The common trope these days of the body as language is nevertheless used in many vivid and quite extraordinary poems. Any reader who engages with Joy's poems will find many such subtle constructions, courage to confront the real, or the mysterious, and the general adventure of life and language. Knowledge and sometimes some ‘difficulty’ in this writing, thus enhances a life lived - but a life revealed in subtle ideas, and vivid images and sharp details, and as language, lived intensely. ~Richard Taylor, Conversations With a Stone
Amanda Joy's writing conveys perfect fragility as she tells of a world where beauty is temporary and to be held reverently for the moment it exists ~ Victoria Fotios, Sunday Morning Spiders
It is as though my heart grew arms and legs and was swaddled by a blue blanket some winged angel plucking you from your cloud placing you in my arms
I’m still surprised that you spilt from my thighs and how your father had the sense to mop the floor so the cat doesn’t drink it he explained as the last tear trickled down my toes before stirrups and epidurals missed their spot
I grew into pain that day
It is time I pulled you into a poem but no matter how I try to wrap my alphabet around your aaaaahs your eeeees your gentle coooos nothing expresses love as you do
I know the science take one sperm and one egg and kazamm! the big bang! a universe begins! But there is no equation no explanation of enzymes or stars or cells dividing that can capture all of you
There is no me and you I cannot see where I end and you begin in my belly on my belly
You have just come from speaking with angels by the time you can tell us your banter the meanings will have gone
I used to think that the universe could best express itself in words until you came along my baby blue my son
So Much Poetry Pass’s U By *********************************************************** Their Waz Faece’z at the Bus Stop this Morning. Fuck it Stank!!!!!!!!!!!!!! & Damn – I Had to Thieve a Glance – Their Waz nothing in it.
So Much Poetry Pass’s Us By *********************************************************** On the Way – Stroll Mode. A Willy float’z Down, Like a “Walkin the Dog”, Yo Yo – Flit’z & Sputter’z, (2 Catch a Bug) Full on Clown’z Thoze Bird’z. Noticed he Had a Brown, Feathered, Dizfigurement. (In A Wing) Thought it Twaz Fucked Up – But, They’z a Freak A Nature – Juzt Like Me?
So Much Poetry Pass’s EM By *********************************************************** So, I’m Down In the Storm Drain – (It poss’s as A Cackling Creek, from Winter Rain’z) Clear’n out the Can’z & Bottle’z. The Daily Migration, of 4 x 4’z Meander By – (It’z Saturday) There’z that Well Drezzed Derelict, Down in the Gutter A’Gen.
So Much Poetry Pass’s We By *********************************************************** There’z A Lady, the Other Day. (Croatian, European dissent?) Juzt take’z the Pull Tab’z. & Dizpozez With the Rest of the Can? So Much Energy Expended – 4 What? Dizabled & Grief Mutilated, Individual’s in far Flung Kingdom’z. Surely if We Invested Here, in Viable Humane Being’z. Were in a Better Pozition to Spread a virus, Of the Humanitarian Variety – Global of the Warming – Fuzzy Nature. But What The FUCK Would I Know?
So Much Poetry Pass’s
******** ******** ******** ~Neil J Pattinson
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