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Now
it is time to let the docking computer fly the Cobra Mk III:
Part
of that is having heats, so poets can have more than one shot to get through,
but heats that are fun for everyone: audience, poets, organisers, judges, sound
people, the staff at the venue, random people caught up in it.
CJ Bowerbird
And
ensuring that the heats are accessible.
People having fun at The Front
To that end we had heats in both
locations that host poetry slams, The Phoenix Pub being the best of those, and in a non-poetry slam venue: Smiths Alternative Bookshop, which is a great venue for fun poetry events.
The audience at Smiths Alternative Bookshop
One
of the things I like about both Smiths and The Phoenix Pub is how supportive
the staff and owners are and always have been of us running poetry events in their
venues.
We
had not asked Smiths to be a sponsor but they supplied multiple bottles of wine
for our poetry lucky dip and door prize, which helped us raise money to pay our feature act.
Calum Reid and Erica Mallet win prizes at The Front
Getting
the prizes right for a slam is important. Absolute Watchmen, from Impact Comics, a sticker from The Games Capital, along with a voucher for their store, and stuff BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! could not sell at a garage sale.
Pete Huet looks with intent at the prize
Duncan Felton claims
These are all the best prizes since our last BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! best prizes.
The shirts of First Prize were won.
Melea Vera wears her Garage Sale First Prize
This is a happy poet winning First Prize.
First Prize from Impact Comics and The Games Capital
A poet won a bag.
Aaron Kirby
wins First Prize
And the bag insert. Then things got serious.
A poet has a bag on his head because he won First Prize
All photos by Adam Thomas, thanks Adam Thomas. All prizes by Impact Comics, The Games Capital, Smiths Alternative Bookshop, The Elimatta Street Garage Sale, and thanks too to sponsors NewActon and The RiotACT.
In November we provide you with a stage, an audience, five
judges, The Score Adder, two microphones, and two minutes on stage, for prizes, FIRST PRIZES from Impact Comics, The Games Capital, Smiths Alternative Bookshop, and
from underneath the back office desk.
And of course we provide you with the Master of Conflict
to arbitrarily judge the poet amongst poets to claim one of our many many first
prizes and quite likely the best of the first prizes.
So we want your words on stage to perform poems, be scored, be judged, care or not care about the judges, and drink some cider and or whiskey and or something else.
And returning to BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! as the
BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! house band is Bacon Cakes.
Bacon Cakes is a solo thrashing fuzzy headed garage punk
cosmonaut! Birds Like Fighting Records describe him and his music as
“...perfect for a quick drive downtown, all fitting within the limited 15
minute space on the A side. His charisma on stage (and in life) is carried
through onto the tape in this fuzzed out pop love live recorded session.”
So join the BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! at The Phoenix Pub
for poetry, and remember, no props, no music, YOUR ORIGINAL WORDS, on stage,
signup at 730pm, for prizes, for glory, for a peg leg.