The other Fringe event I was involved with last month was Defying Gravity, a free afternoon of comedy, poetry and music organised by Margaret Clark and sponsored by Salisbury Council.I sang ‘If I were a subjunctive clause’ on guitar, ‘Livin’ in the Sunlight’ on uke and ‘Whispering Grass’ with John Brydon and performed Ode to the Penis, speech of parts, an accident waiting to happen, bucket list and Tommy Ruff. Thanks to all the other performers: Margaret Clark, Fred Willet, Bruce Greenhalg,
Last week was a big one for me. I was selected by Peter Goldsworthy to be one of five to represent the current state of contemporary poetry in South Australia on Day Four of Adelaide Writers Week as part of the 2018 Adelaide Festival. I was joined by a diversely talented group: Alison Flett, Rachael Mead, Nelson “Dialect” Hedditch and Manal Younus before a capacity audience of well over 1000.
Adelaide Writers Week is always an interesting time with authors and poets from all over the world, fascinating and challenging panel discussions and readings from the writers’ own mouths. But this year was even better for me, meeting and having conversations with admired writers at the launch/ meet & greet/ private and farewell parties where I got to talk to David Malouf, Michael Farris Smith, Alexander McCall Smith, Stephen Dando-Collins, Mem Fox, Rebekah Clarkson and Catherine Chidgey. Thanks to my fellow poets and Peter Goldsworthy for curating the event and allowing us to present our work to a wider audience.
(Photos: Martin Christmas, Heather Taylor Johnson, Helve Doecke, Rob Walker)
with Stephen Dando-Collins and his wife Louise.
Alexander McCall Smith
Two new poems in Adelaide’s Independent online newspaper In Daily yesterday: Yorke Peninsula and Dawn, Old Echuca Wharf.
I’ve also remixed some excellent music by Speck to make an audio recording of the Echuca poem HERE
and a remix of teru’s work with the YP one HERE.
“For my late friend” was published in Short and Twisted (Celapene Press) last year.
for my late friend
i’m weary of the euphemisms
friends keep saying you’ve passed
like it was a test
meanwhile most of you went up in flames
and we’re all breathing in your molecules
on a daily basis
our conversations and your smiles
exist only in my synapses.
you were always punctual
so why do they keep calling you late?
let’s face it you’re never going
to get here
Two audio versions of My late friend:
For my late friend
rob walker: spoken word / production
Stefan Kartenberg – bass and beats
Admiral Bob – beats, guitar and rhodes
billraydrums – drums
Andrew Wainwright – piano, strings and horn
Aussens@iter – guitar
robwalkerpoet – spoken word
speck – production
As always, thanks fellow collaborators and ccmixter.org