What: Black Dove Members’ Night featuring Spoken Word Poetry
When: Wednesday May 4, 7:30 pm
Where: Black Dove Body Bar, Level 2, 33 Vulture Street, West End
Who: Local Spoken Word Wonders featuring Nick Grivas, Trudie Murrell & Eleanor Jackson
Black Dove Members: Free Entry
Community: $10 at the door
Eleanor Jackson – that’s me! I’ll be saying some poetry out loud in front of strangers. I feel nervous already. How can I feel nervous already?
Nick Grivas
Nick wowed the crowds of the Queensland Slam Poetry Competition 2010. He took out the Brisbane heat and carried the fire to the final competition. Winning the State Competition gained him entry to the Australian Slam Poetry Competition in Sydney, Australia where he showed them the talents of Brisbane. Below is Nick’s latest piece:
….water…..air…..earth.. …fire…..
…Water
This rain
This beating down of cloud juice on waves of iron pools my energy to thoughts of warm Princess Tea
All I can see are images of her with a content grin
that’s radiating from within
She’s lying between four pillars draped in fine white cloth,
And there,
Between her,
I am
And were silent,
Eyes half open
Melting into the symphony of our heart beats and h2o trickling over golden pebbles in our stream of awareness.
Then it hits me,
this is real,
as her body slowly unfolds and opens to reveal the depth of her ocean
I notice it
Nothing of her is lost on me
….Air
This goose bump breeze
This cool exhale of mother earth whispering secrets of divine
shapes the scattered yellow leaves of my mind into
silhouettes of her flowing feminine form
In the distance, crystal chimes ring softened into what sounds like cherubs singing
but, but I can’t be sure
I can’t be sure of anything anymore
as my head goes to war
with my beating sleeve
I can’t help but believe in it!
….Earth
This earth
This life sustaining dirt
Sifting through my fingers
reminds not to linger in illusions
of yesterdays chaos
It inspires me to grow and nourish this rare seed we have planted
and I understand it now
A towering tree grown on stable ground
Withstands tremors it stands strengthened by them
And With senses heightened I walk this ground a little lighter now
….Fire
This flame
This fire sign pointing me in the direction of source
sizzles and smolders
and I’m fulfilled in the wholeness
of her burning desire for me.
Under the flicker and dance of candle flame
sparks ignite the tension
I’m on my knees for tender scolding in the embers between her thighs and I remember,
blazing love has a pleasure and pain to which I
completely and utterly,
surrender.
Trudie Murrell
After taking some time off to raise her three beautiful children, Trudie is back on the poetry scene and has hit the ground running. Trudie featured at Words or Whatever and has been continuing work on a collection of poems titled, Women and Cars. Her stripped back poems are poignant. She gets at the heart of each story she weaves.
Wal
Once,
a mechanic, overalls
introducing themselves
as ‘Wal’, surveyed our car’s
radiator, a geyser of spume
and venom. He nodded
sagely, told us slowly,
‘what we ladies needed
was a heavier radiator cap
to keep water in.’
He shook his head and said
‘they can be expensive,’
said he’d try to get us a ‘good deal’,
then he smiled at mum
like she was an idiot.
It’s the only time I felt my mother
might spit on a person.
It’s hard, when you’re a woman who
knows about cars,
to take a comment like that
on the chin.
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The absolutely amazing Betsy Turcot is putting together this evening, please come along and share something wonderful.
If you can’t come along, then listen to this piece (just click on the word Devotion) and know that you’re missing out on seeing Betsy – even watching her MC is a joy.
eleanor j jackson 