Eleanor Jackson is a Filipino Australian poet,
performer, arts producer, cyclist, writer, gal
about town, feminist, freewheeler, and
friend. One day, she is going to be an
ideas curator. Which basically
means, she will tell you
exactly what she thinks.
Until then, you’ll have
to read between
the lines.
Ruckus Slam – what things look like what things feel like
Last week, I was fortunate enough to feature at the New Globe Theatre, where the Ruckus Slam is happening every month or so, after a recent venue change after the sad demise of The Hideaway.
It’s a busy night, with a warm atmosphere, and the hosts and volunteers have worked hard to make it a welcoming evening. I’d definitely recommend it if you’re keen to cut your teeth in slam or wanting to enjoy a beverage with your bards.
As for me, it was an interesting experience to take a few works that I had performed in Melbourne and a few new ones and to bring them to a different group of people. It is always strange to me that works change so much for me depending on where I am at.
I don’t often record my gigs, or I do sometimes for myself, but I often secretly record others as I find it hard to keep track of poetry and the density of language that seems intrinsic to a reading. But here’s looking at it again again.
Today I long for the jade and the avocado both to cool the searing velvet of my tongue. And I don’t care how drama queen that sounds.
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