Sunday, November 20, 2011

Blacklisted -21/11/2011



our fathers politics the teeth stuck
in our ears

Andrew bolt-action beliefs
poles piping up
barrels of a rifle
for pepper spraying
pensioner protesters
to de-occupy
and nullify
the vox populi

propping up a cyclone fence
that cannot be stretched
around enough coast line
to cover up the whole truth

melting with a patience
that can't be disproved
or swept under
the lowest common
of scientific investigation

polarise us
double negative
like how big business
continually wipes it's arse
with our money

an imaginary friend
pretending underdog
to rose tint
this soldier ant system
the black face white lies
caught red handed
in grey areas of
human rights
human wrongs
and assertions
that any question
could somehow be dangerous

if it needs you to fear
if it needs you to hate
if it needs you to find
foreigners to blame

then turn away
from each lie
case by case
because racism
and distortion of science
are in evidence

the truth puts us on trial
the future will be our judge

with history as our hostile witness.


Andrew Bolt is a piece of shit stuck to our collective shoe, and I'm wiping my feet tonight, taking a little solace in the realisation that, popular as he is now, ultimately history will catch up to him and all his bullshit.

The future will not look back on racism, xenophobia, homophobia, hypocrisy, and distortion of scientific data kindly. He's destined to be remembered as favourably as Senator Joseph McCarthy. Same goes for Alan Bond, Kenneth Lay, Mel Gibson, Pauline Hanson, Reverend Fred Phelps, Darryl Gates, David Duke and Bill O Reilly, to name a few.

And there is some comfort there my friends. Goodnight.



Tuesday, November 15, 2011

Irony (the 'Revolution' redux) -10/11/2011


"the only license you need to speak is a readiness to listen"

-Daniel Ferri

Is it ironic...?

that Gil Scot Heron said
the revolution will not be televised
because by all accounts, it has been
and it was exactly
that kind of social media
actually helped recent revolutions
in what we're currently calling
the Arab spring

like stickers
sporting environmental slogans
stuck on the back of cars
ahh.. you might as well carry a gun
'give peace a chance'
written on the barrel

it is ironic
like it's ironic
that many consider the bicycle
more dangerous
to people on roads
than cars are

is it ironic...
how this country full of rich people
whose economy
is inextricably linked
to exploiting natural resources
whose geography
consists mainly
of sun scorched desert
have deemed solar power
too expensive to develop

is it ironical
that this country's people
not only do the most carbon polluting per capita
in the world
but also stand to suffer the worst of its effects
are then
also the least willing to do


this land
stolen from a sixty-something thousand year old culture
where invaders claiming no one owned it prior
try to justify keeping others out of it

because they want to preserve their way of life

is it ironic that this country's welfare system
won’t help you if you’re homeless
unless you can give them a mailing address

for the cheque to be sent to

and check the irony
in media storms whipped up
around a fourteen year old kid
arrested in Indonesia
for drugs
when childen from them places
just turning up
on our doorstep
is considered a crime


like the loneliness
you find
truest only in cities
when you're surrounded by millions

irony like showing people-
touching bodies
having sex on screens
labeled dirty and obscene
but movies showing people-
shooting inflicting violence
on other people's bodies
are considered acceptable, clean

in the quick crucifixed
censorship of violence bible bashing us
with pro-life death penalties
ignorant guardians of information
bigoted diatribe editorial scrawl
speaking out-rage in writing
over what someone else said

while in the meantime
the keep left signs point nowhere
so-called social outcasts moulding themselves
trying to deny that they're just a different stripe
of ideologue,
they keep hiding behind the Bush's
accusing Obama of being worse than his predecessor
principally because he's had to compromise

I guess the left handed-heavy
have not yet been able to
that if you really want
the type of benevolent dictator
wielding the kind of autocratic sweep
you've described that he should keep
you'll have to do more than elect one

the only conclusion you seem able to reach
oh, well, umm, y'know he should just make another speech

forgetting what he said
when he was announced president-elect:
"I promise to always listen to you
especially at times when we disagree the most"

no idle boast
taken to ask
while I ask
is there irony made out of
ideas we claim to embrace
and those we don't
in whom we point our fingers at
and at whom we won't

listening selectively to leaders
who tell us to disregard the science
because it's inconclusive
not understanding that the power science has
over religious dogma
is that it never purports
to have a conclusive answer

I don't have any answers either

just thoughts and ideas
(thank god)
and I can't help but thinking
that revolution also means 'spin'
a political revolution need plenty of spin
to cover for the fact
that they have rarely
have changed a fucking thing

irony defines more revolutions
than revolution have defined change

the revolution has been televised

and even if you haven't stayed home brother
you're still couching your concern
in a two-sided ideologue shit fight
so instead
of telling me
to choose a side
as if people taking sides
has ever helped anything
in human history
except their own sense of pride

think you need to take a closer look
I see no sides worth taking
on a planet spinning it's own revolutions
day for night

because this turning world truly has no sides.


This poem was retooled from a more left-leaning soap boxy affair I'd punched out back in April, revamped for a gig last week paying tribute to the late, great Gil Scot Heron.

It was a great line up of local poets, and most of the work was politically inclined so instinctively, rather than getting high on my own supply, I went for the chance to be a dissenter amongst dissenters to then night, I think it was successful for the most part, if nothing else this statement (or anti-statement) added another texture to the evening.



Thursday, November 10, 2011

Sweetalkers November -THIS SUNDAY 13/11/2011


This Sunday, Sweetalkers November sees the stage graced by the face of interstate poetry sage ROBIN ARCHBOLD, down from Queensland to show and tell us a thing or two about a thing or two, along with the amazing LINDA BEATTY and her unique blend of harp-paying cabaret stand up comedy, if that doesn't sound funny enough we're also unleashing the full force of BEN POBJIE's vitriol on you, complimenting the pathos and power of emerging poet BRONWYN LOVELL.


Author, comedian, poet, commentator, raconteur - is there no end to the words Ben knows how to spell? Perhaps not, but he also does other things too. With no journalistic qualifications whatsoever, he has a weekly column at Australian news commentary site, and his writing has appeared in Crikey, The Age and The Punch, among others.

In between regularly harassing Australia's editors with his vaguely satirical ramblings, he blogs at, podcasts at, and has published two books: Handy Latin Phrases and The Adventures of Guanacoman. A regular on ABC radio, Triple R and 2SER, he has been described as "puerile and bigoted" by Miranda Devine, and is currently engaged in a campaign to become Australia's first Poet Laureate.

Join him in his dangerously obsessive quest for fame, continuing at Sweetalkers

-Don't Give Up

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Bronwyn Lovell is an emerging poet and spoken word performer in Melbourne, featuring at many events and festivals as well as on community radio and local television. She has a writing residency at Kinfolk Cafe as part of Australian Poetry Ltd’s Cafe Poets Program, and she is a workshop facilitator for the Centre for Poetics and Justice.

In 2011 she travelled to the US, where she was the first Australian to compete in the Women of the World Poetry Tournament.

-Troubled Men

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A classically trained singer and Celtic harpist, Linda offers an original twist to the cabaret and stand-up genres, with heavenly singing and twisted fairy tales she explores the lies adults tell themselves.

She won The Comics Lounge Best New Comic award in 2009, was the Green Faces Comedy finalist and St Kilda Laughs Festival finalist, and in 2010 was the Raw Comedy state finalist for Victoria, was awarded an Outside Eye Mentorship by The Melbourne Fringe Festival. This year her show The UnEnchanted Princess received rave reviews during The Melbourne International Comedy Festival.

Those who love comedy, fairy tales, Disney and their cabaret sweetly dark will adore Linda Beatty, and we are honoured to have her perform for us at Sweetalkers.

-The UnEnchanted Princess

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Our poster boy for this month, Robin Archbold is the co-founder of the Nimbin Performance Poetry World Cup, winner of the Woodford folk festivals slam and many others, featured at Australian Poetry Slam Final, the Queensland Poetry Festival, Tasmanian Poetry Festival and just about everywhere else really.

Archy attacks the stage with a mixture of charm, humour, rhyme and a occasionally indulged his penchant for ripping of his clothes of during shws. A personal inspiration and friend of mine ever since I saw him close out the last Wordplay gig in 2009, I'm absolutely delighted to present him at Sweetalkers.

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The line up is stellar, the bar is open, the burgers are $5, the entry is $10, the stage is set (or will be when y'get there), the start time 7.30, and the MC is OMAR MUSA

That's alotta wow for one gig, come along and soak it up Sunday November 13th.




Wednesday, November 2, 2011

I Blame Smarty -3/11/2011


walking in two hours late
to find him tabling for two
evening's second jug sitting
with a spare seat thirsty
and conspicuously vacant second glass
with my name on it

while his name
and picture
grace the hoodie I'm wearing
and with all this BFF-BS
we must look cute between the hugs
if only anyone was watching us
but not gay
'cause us cats done tried out that routine once
to get cheap lap dances -didn't work

bromance doesn't apply to us either
we're already individually far too melodramatic
to have that shit stick
we've got sentiment on wholesale
piled up into smiles
but can't move the stock
off these docks
not with all the... strikes
we work through

chicks see us coming every time
mixed metaphors with in-jokes
last smokes and new hopes
handed enough rope
to hang ourselves, around 'til close
pros at prose
but everybody knows
we're just a mess
joined at the hip-pocket
just as broke as we've gone for
across this country
two-crumpled faces into bus tickets
trench coats and memorised poetry lines
that you forget
that you'll forget
when you get that drunk

and we always get that drunk
and we always stay that late
and we're always getting stuck
but never for something to say
with much between us we don't need to say

like I'm saying (hiccup)
that about the best luck
either of us
has ever had
is that once
we were lucky enough


to have met each other

...and a great hoodie it is too, check out Smarty's home shopping network here. Can't go spelling shameless without me.