Friday, June 12 @ 8:00pm
83 Brunswick Street Fitzroy
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Melbourne Spoken Word is excited to present a special show, Showcase, in conjunction with Conduit Arts on Brunswick Street. Featuring 6 poets, we’ve got a few emerging poets, a few unknowns and a few old favourites.
Featuring Cherry Murphy, Jacky T, Krish Prasad, Natalie Acreman, and Ania Walwicz and Jez Speelman.
Krish Prasad is an Indian-born spoken word artist and performer whose work is based around deconstructing human relationships and behaviour, and providing perspective on how one’s everyday struggles with life and its challenges are a near universal experience. Using biting humour, theatrical portrayals, and sudden changes in tempo and intensity, he creates an authentic representation of the modern human and his war with identity. Krish started writing at 14, but has only been giving stage performances for around 2 years. During this time, he has performed at several venues in both his hometown of Mumbai, India and his adopted home of Melbourne, Australia. He has featured at the Big Mic and readings at Café Goa in Mumbai, as well as at Passionate Tongues, Dan Poets and the House of Bricks in Melbourne, and has been received exceedingly well. He also cooks a mean red-bean curry, loves warm weather and warm socks, and is a part-time human.
Multiplatform artist often found climbing flagpoles, flirting with other poets and humping random inanimate objects after drinking too much for such a little guy. Jez has spent the last 15 years gracing and defiling stages across Melbourne with his spoken word, poetry, vocal work and various music collaborations. You just never know what you are going to get when Jez hits the stage or gets a hold of that mic.
Jacky T is a poet/MC/producer who lives and hustles in Brunswick, Melbourne. Originally from country Victoria, he wears city life like an itchy woollen sweater. He is a published poet, award winning slam artist and has just dropped ‘New Stylus ep’ for ya free downloading pleasure.
Cherry Murphy is a poet and pastry chef who splits her time between writing and baking cakes. She feels strongly about contributing to making the world a more honest (and sweeter) place through the use of cake and words. Her poetry is often raw and touches on topics such as women’s rights, family, religion, and gender.
Ania Walwicz is a poet and spoken word artist who teaches at RMIT. Her published books include “Writing,” “Boat,” “Red Roses,” “Elegant” and “Palace of Culture.” Her current work is “Horse” a book/theatre text/ multilevel opera.
Natalie Acreman is a radical poet, activist, and kitten enthusiast from Hawthorn. Having fled regional Victoria for the big city, Natalie has a hardened commitment to rainbow tie-dye and doing the exact opposite of what’s expected. Their poetry is a mix of confessional, political, and angrily-yelling-about-things-they-don’t-like.
Hosted by ‘the patron-saint of Melbourne poetry,’ poet and photographer Michael Reynolds, what began as a one-off gig on Valentine’s Day in 1999, has turned into one of the longest running gigs in Melbourne, now hosted every second Monday at The Brunswick Hotel, with a diverse range of features from Melbourne and sometimes from beyond, and a substantial space for open mic, it is great for first time readers or performers.
Yoram sometimes has the air of a man possessed when he’s performing. I was interested to find out what drives this dynamic performer. I wasn’t surprised he suggested we meet at the underground bar, E55. When I arrived, he was already comfortably ensconced in a background of drumbeats.
Where did you start with spoken word? I’ve been involved with public speaking all of my life. From an early age I was trained to deliver long speeches without notes and without learning content off-by-heart, but rather, to take a theme or topic and improvise on it, sort of like a jazz of public speaking. Throughout my twenties and early thirties, I practiced this kind of speaking extensively, but exclusively within the Jewish community, and almost always within the context of a religious setting. Basically, I was a preacher.
Regarding the Spoken Word form specifically, it began for me in about 2014. I had returned to Australia from Israel where I had been deeply involved in the Arab Spring movement in that country. I had been engaged in everything from street protests to electioneering and when I returned I felt compelled to write about my thoughts and experiences.
I found, however, that when I actually put pen to paper (or fingers to keyboard) I was writing in a totally new way for me, using loads of rhymes and masses of adjectives and weird assonances and alliterations. It seemed entirely gratuitous for prose. So I sat there looking at my screen and wondered; “Is this was what people call spoken word?” Shortly thereafter I came across Slamalamadingdong and so it began.
Why spoken word? You aren’t explicitly in it for the self-exploration… That’s definitely true, I am not in spoken word for the self exploration per se. I am really in it for the revolution. I see the spoken word stage as a place to talk about political ideas and use the voice to inform and effect political transformation.
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You wrote a poem about last year’s tragic Bourke Street incident, which was read at the Bourke Street Memorial Service in January by the Deputy Lord Mayor Arron Wood. What were you feeling, hearing your poem read by a public official at a major event?
I didn’t watch the poem read live at the venue or on TV. Let me explain why. One of the survivors of the Bourke Street attack is a friend of mine. As the first anniversary of the attack approached I found myself dwelling on those days. It was a difficult month. My father had died a few weeks before, in terrible circumstances. One day I was talking to my friend about what happened to my father, trying to make sense of it all. Then, a week later, I was visiting that friend in the Alfred Hospital, trying to make sense of such a senseless act.
So, a year on, I was thinking about January 2017 when the organisers of the Memorial emailed to ask whether I knew any poems that might be appropriate to read out. That email triggered me. I spent the next three days trying to write a poem about the events of January 2017. Before I sent the poem to the organisers, I told my friend what I’d done. I guess I was seeking his permission. He told me to send it, so I did. On the day of the Memorial I watched a bit on the TV, then turned it off. Once I heard from my friend that he liked the poem, I went back and watched the video. I thought Arron Wood did a great job with the reading. As for me, I was just relieved my friend thought it was OK.
Most of your poems are rather economical and look as though they are suspended and solitary on the blank page. Others are longer, less spaced out, and laid out in neat lines. What dictates the way a poem looks on the page?
I don’t know the answer to that question. The truth is that, for me, writing poetry is all about the process. I only write a poem when I feel something I don’t understand. Once I start writing, the poem shows me its form