Tag Archives: poems about Blackall

The road ahead…

Last night at Confit Bistro will go down as one of the best gigs I have ever been part of. Straight up, I want to thank everyone who could be there (and everyone who wanted to be there). The energy in the room was sparking all night and the smiles beaming back from the floor shone brighter than the lights. And the performances…

Fern Thompsett brought the spirit of emily xyz into the room, with a stunning performance of her poem, Interview with Syd Barrett, Janaka Malwatta kept the beat going with his superb Jazz Man, David Stavanger growled like a dog in a storm and breathed like a dying asthmatic as he belted out Tom Waits’ What’s He Building In There? and his own, When the Devil Comes for Tea, Nathan Shepherdson took us on a T-Rex trip with his piece, Bolan Variations and Sheish Money spilled a little ‘Blood on the Tracks’; his versions of Simple Twist of Fate, If You See Her Say Hello and You’re a Big Girl Now, were unforgettable. To quote Bob, they twisted like a corkscrew threw our hearts.

So again, thank you… it was amazing to stand up in front of a room filled with people I love and do the thing I love. It will make the trip out to Blackall this afternoon fly a little faster. And of course there’ll be no phone or internet out in the beautiful west, so will be back with news early next week.

7 Comments

Filed under discussions, poetry

Into the Heartland…

In just a couple of weeks, I am heading back out west to glorious Blackall to perform at the 2011 Heartland Festival, with Sheish Money & Cindy Keong. It’s a place that is very special to me and always stirs up some new writing… I am particularly excited about playing at The Prince of Wales Hotel on Friday, May 27. The last time I performed there, a local Bush Poet started whistling on a gum leaf and all of a sudden the place was overrun with dogs that had come in, barking and creating all sorts of commotion. That kind of magic just doesn’t happen in the city.

The theme for this year’s festival is Lighting Up the West.

3 Comments

Filed under events & opportunities, poetry

Black Stump Blues part X – West

all roads end in horizon:
the dull red of Mitchell grass
a tumbleweed stranded on a fencepost

the attraction out here is
the silence you enter
leaving the suburbs of the mind

where everyone is looking for
a place to park and a skyline of
shopping centres 
holds us in

7 Comments

Filed under poetry

Black Stump Blues part IX – Kite Hawk

Kite Hawk

First over the swimming pool,
then the arts centre, town and river
on wings that make such minor strokes.

Tourists name them falcon, or
eagle, yet they are at best
predatory beauty.

7 Comments

Filed under poetry

Black Stump Blues part VI – By the Window

108_Gimp

                                                            the lowing of cattle
drowns in itself
all night.

112_Gimp

4 Comments

Filed under poetry

Black Stump Blues part V – Night Birds

116_Gimp

 

                                                          A winter full moon
                                                          floods the street at midnight.

                                                          Miles above it
                                                          night birds hunt the dark.

4 Comments

Filed under poetry