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.