Check out issue 18 of streetcake magazine with words by: lucy burns, mark cobley, alessandro cusimano, michael pedersen, steve toase, peter wyton and me. There is also specially added art by joe ruddock.
THE ALL NEW BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! BRINGS YOU WORDS!
and a stage, 2 minutes, a microphone, the Master of Conflict,
an audience, five judges, at least three first prizes and two MCs
And puts all that in a pub with cider, beer, whiskey and all kinds of other alcohol
So you can drink and perform words and listen to words
and JUDGE or BE JUDGED!
Now because BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is poetry slam
YES THAT’S CORRECT WITHOUT AN “a”
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! brings you dance!
Yes that’s correct, dance.
Because this dancer is described as
“a master class in elegance and poise”
“a truly inspiring dancer”
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! brings you the fusion bellydance artiste
And because mesmerising you with dance is not enough, BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! also brings you:
Self-described as uber-brutal psychedelic goth-hop OR fucked up music, for fucked up people, Stackhat lists Jeff Buckley(?) as an influence, the question mark meaning yes Jeff Buckley was run-over by a passing overhead speedboat that was playing Leonard Cohen’s Hallelujah.
730pm sign-up, words start at 8pm, join your host Jacinta, Andrew Galan, the Score Adder and the Master of Conflict at BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!
No music, no props, original material, 2 minutes, did I forget anything?
Now Marvel at this picture of an Oltec Merchant who offers to help your people.
Now read below for another great collection of acceptance words.
“The theme to this issue’s acceptance letter is IDENTITY, or what makes you you. So expect references to your municipal swimming baths, and local cafes, and other amenities, paeans and peonies.
Understandably, tailoring our messages with pungent local landmark spices will take a little time. But it is an undertaking we are more than willing to shoulder, because we want to know more and more and more about the leaky roofs and raging hormones that make you all so special. We have enlisted the services of a few hundred recently unemployed journalists to make this happen (with a few Met officers thrown in for free).
In the meantime, while we gather the dirt, we are pleased to tell you that we will be printing “Spaceship Twangdog” and “The baine-maries” in issue 15 of the delinquent.
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! is your every Third Wednesday of the Month POETRY SLAM!
At the Phoenix
Bring words, elastic, moments, arm waving, whispering, chanting, the grand potato and your uncle to BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! at 730pm.
And this month because he doesn’t have to fly on a dead zebra we bring you:
He’s a poet from Canberra and currently the writer in residence at the Front, which means they have to give him free coffee. AND FREE COFFEE IS AWESOME! If you ever go to the Front and Julian Fleetwood is there hit him up FOR FREE COFFEE! And make him perform a poem too!
And because we are the greatest slam in the world we bring you:
That’s correct, Brass’ere
They’re a brass band. AND BRASS BANDS ARE AWESOME!
They have brass instruments and can play them and will be at BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! playing them.
For those who have no idea what any of this is about:
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! gives you a microphone, a stage, an audience, five judges, prizes, many prizes, two MCs, two minutes, the Score Adder and THE MASTER OF CONFLICT. All in a pub so you can drink alcohol!
So join your hosts Andrew Galan, Jacinta, the Master of Conflict and the Guest Score Adder for BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!
NO MUSIC, NO PROPS, 2 MINUTES, YOUR ORIGINAL MATERIAL!