Before our love grows cold


We just wanted to say thank you to the amazing folk at Woodford – we’re not sure if they were responsible for the idyllic weather, but either way, the festival was an amazing experience!

For those who missed it, Betsy and I were lucky enough to share the Parlour stage with some hot properties from Melbourne, Sydney, Canberra, the wrong side of the moon and other crazy places. The hot (sometimes literally) stage was littered over six days with metaphor and rhyme, bush ballad versus hip hop expletive (and sometimes vice versa) and steaming with sensual burlesque and outrageous Germano-punk explosions.What a ride!

Thanks to the folk who came along to see the show, those who shared kind words afterwards and – perhaps most importantly – to the poor poetry widows on the sidelines. Six days of poetry can be a lot to take.

Particular thanks to the Woodford team, especially David Stavanger who pulls the puppet strings, for allowing poetry, spoken word, storytelling, rampant balladeering and wild rhythms to stand shoulder to shoulder with amazing musicians, performers, circus talents and thought-provoking social commentary – we were honoured to be a part of such a phenomenal program.

By Eleanor Jackson

Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet, performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal about town, feminist, freewheeler, and friend.

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