As part of Bar Open's 10th Anniversary celebrations, Babble is back, and so is Liner Notes.

Liner Notes is an evening of spoken word dedications to classic albums of our time. We choose an album, then each writer is randomly assigned a track and we ask them to respond in whichever way they see fit.

Our writer's challenge this time is Madonna's iconic 1984 album, Like A Virgin. Come along and be all 1984, twirl your crucifix, tighten your miniskirt and pastel pink your lips.

Side A

1. Material Girl – Phil Norton

2. Angel – alicia sometimes

3. Like A Virgin - Chloe Jackson Willmott

4. Over and Over – Ben Pobjie

5. Love Don’t Live Here Anymore – Sean M Whelan

Side B

6. Into The Groove – Steve Smart

7. Dress You Up – Emilie Zoey Baker

8. Shoo-Bee-Doo – Dan Lee

9. Pretender – David Prater

10. Stay – Terry Jaesnch

ONE NIGHT ONLY!

Babble - Bar Open

Wednesday, February 20, 2008

8:30pm - 11:30pm

Bar Open upstairs

317 Brunswick Street, fitzroy

Providing unique Madonna covers and a set of their own original compositions will be The Heavy Cases

www.myspace.com/theheavycases

Hosted by Michael 'Material Boy' Nolan.

$7 entry.

This will be a wonderfully unique event, not to be missed!

'I'm on the train, be there in five'

I'm on the train! The Moving galleries project has been launched! On Melbourne trains instead of advertising, the walls display art and poetry from all over Victoria, brilliant works and tasty poetry putting things into your brain that won't make you want a coke.

The launch was fantastic, we roamed a still train taking photos next to our poems and grinning. I ran into two beautiful artists Gracia Haby and Louise Jennison I used to go to primary school with Gracia and seeing her is like seeing a deer in a forest, you feel lucky and special afterwards, everything gets slightly Disney for an hour or two. They have some splendid artworks to massage your eyeballs with. My Haiku:

The city shines wet like a tennis ball
dropped from the mouth
of a dog.

I have another coming next season so as you commute, peel your eyes like a ripe banana and look on out!
You can also win $500.00 for voting for your favorite haiku/artwork I recommend voting for mine! You must register, and if you do vote for me, I will perform an air guitar solo of your choice.

Art work by Gracia and Louise Some random words and works

October gig fest

October has been a crazy month - it was the Fringe Festival and the Melbourne Arts Festival, then there was a festival in between about there being so many festivals. I don't think I have ever been so busy.

We kicked off with Liner Notes #2: The Velvet Underground. For LN, writers are chosen to respond to a track each off a classic album, in this case it was The Velvet Underground and Nico, otherwise known as The Banana Album. I got 'Venus In Furs'. I wrote a poem about sadomasochism - for research I read a little of the original 'Venus In Furs' by Leopold Von Sacher-Masoch. There's nothing like a bit of slapping, torture and leather to kick off the fringe festival. Next Liner Notes I'm putting in a bid for Like A Virgin by Madonna.

Laura Jean McKay. Her track: Sunday Morning.

Justin Heazlewood, The Bedroom Philosopher, his track: All Tomorrow's Parties

Michael Nolan, the hostof the evening singing Venus In Furs with The Mime Set (below), who covered VU beautifully. What a night.

2.

The Second Gig was Sweet Cowboy at the Toff In Town. This was a completely fresh show written alongside the new western styling of The Mime Set. It was an incredible night, and got a review in The Age!

Published in The Age on the 12/10/07 Sweet Cowboy FRINGE FESTIVAL REVIEW.

"In you go," says the doorman, and I enter the venue to find a Japanese guy in a cowboy hat urging the audience to shout "Kanpai!''. It turns out I've been hand-stamped incorrectly and have caught the final minutes of West vs East. But the Wild West theme continues as I settle down with a cheeky red for Sweet Cowboy. In a series of poetic vignettes, Sean Whelan and Emilie Baker unfold the stories of Tom and Skye, invoking cowboy imagery and vibrant characterisation. There's a bittersweet tone to the tales, with a dash of loneliness, and we become immersed in the characters' lives as scenes are recounted from overlapping perspectives. The accompanying music from the Mime Set has a languid, enigmatic feel, meshing with the dreamy beauty of the spoken words. The result is a delightful tale of intersecting human relationships.

Sean M Whelan and myself, with a tiny slice of Chris Chapple... drums Sean, myself and Ms Sam, her vocals digging right through to the bottom of your spine and lighting a sparkler there.

We are performing Sweet cowboy again above the Toff at the Rooftop Bar of Curtin House - taking it to the next level, literally. It's going to be spectacular!

Sunday the 18th Of November, 7.30 pm, Curtin House rooftop, level 6, 252 Swanston St. City.

3.

The Next Gig was Voiceprints at La Mama Poetica for the Melbourne International Arts Festival. It was a four-day season and packed out every session. I am still thrilled at how well it went. I did a poem called Bratz Camp, soon to be published in 'Unusual Work'. We also received a review in The Australian!

From page to stage Published in The Australian John Jenkins | October 16, 2007

INSPIRED by innovative multimedia polypoetry concerts in Europe, La Mama Theatre presented its Voiceprints season from October 11 as part of the 2007 Melbourne International Arts Festival.

Polypoetry strives to make the art form new, exploring poetry in theatrical settings, making a shift from page to stage. Voiceprints was a theatrical mix of performance, spoken word, sound poetry and graphic poetry. Director Tanja Beer imposed theatrical unity through timing and careful use of space. Robyne Latham (set design) and Jenny Hector (lighting) framed the action in red, black and yellow.

It opened with the improvising chorus Unamunos Quorum freezing into tableaus to improvised rhythms of scat-like word jazz. They were joined by the poet Jeltje, whose Feeding Pigeons released a sense of flight and freedom to upbeat, syncopated rhythms.

Peter Murphy delivered a darker set, including a sardonic plea for the world's under-loved outsiders in a piece called Small Change. Ania Walwicz launched two intriguing word-salad narratives from a text called Palace of Culture: one about a trapped dog, the other a stream-of-consciousness tour of a wilful child's mind.

Pi O was next. Seated in a bare wooden chair, he spoke to projected photos of his family's arrival from Greece in the late 1940s, their settlement in the Bonegilla migrant hostel, then dog-eared life in '50s Fitzroy. Images of torn posters, graffiti and disintegrating signs set the Walk section of Pi O's magnificent 24 Hours, which brings to life the mean streets of migrant arrival.

Then Emilie Zoey Baker shifted the mood to gleeful satire with a cautionary poem (Bratz Camp) about a girl who exists solely through her internet fame.

Musicians Elissa Goodrich (vibraphone) and Javanese singer Ria Soemardjo (also on violin) explored musical dimensions with poems by the great Sufi mystic Rumi. Translations by Iranian-born poet Ali Alizadeh, set to music, cast a hypnotic trance: full of exquisite calm, yet torn by spiritual longing.

Sydney-based sound poet Amanda Stewart's amped-up microphones set the air ablaze with her scattergun delivery of Trading Centre. Aided by delay switches, taped backgrounds and superb vocal control, Stewart ended with mt, a fast-tongued mix of almost liquid-sounding phatic sounds.

Finally, Japanese poet and composer Adachi Tomomi had a small table dripping with switch boxes and slippery cables. He delicately uncoiled this teasing spaghetti junction, all the while performing key works of Japanese sound poetry, before ending with his own piece, Voice and Infrared Sensor Shirt. Donning an outfit that started to ululate alarmingly, Tomomi was totally wired. His every movement triggered weird soundtracks.

Even at two hours, Voiceprints seemed a sprint: an eye and ear-opening testimony to the theatrical power of poetry in an exciting new format. Unamunos Quorum

Tomomi Adachi

and ∏O (below)

So as October closes its eyes and November stretches and scratches its belly, I can finally relax and look forward to the festival that celebrates the one week when there isn't a festival on in Melbourne.

Meme me

Me! me mem e mem em eme meme.

I have been tagged by Literary Minded

The Rules of this tag:

1. Link to your tagger and post these rules. 2. List eight (8) random facts about yourself. 3. Tag eight people at the end of your post and list their names (linking to them). 4. Let them know they’ve been tagged by leaving them a comment on their blogs.

Eight Random Facts:

1. I have had a crush on David Attenborough since I was 5.

2. When I saw Pat Benatar's 'Love Is A Battlefield', I decided I wanted to grow up and form instant girl armies in bars and shimmy bad men away.

3. I think pears are stupid.

4. When I was in Broken Hill recently I bought a precious stone from the tourist shop and placed it carefully back in the desert.

5. I once wrote a poem on a piece of toast then ate it.

6. My partner and I are considering getting a 'pun jar', 50 c for every pun. We figure we will have enough money to go overseas in about 3 years.

7. I have always been fascinated by ships and sea travel. I almost joined a prawn trawler for a year.

8. I really dislike Jackie Chan.

Joining MEme...

Sean M Whelan Alicia sometimes Davey Dreamnation Adam Ford Post Teen Trauma Collin Kelley Sam of the ten thousand things Chai

Lamama Poetica

I am doing a show with La Mama Poetica for this years Melbourne International Arts Festival,it's going to be a blast...

La Mama Theatre in association with Melbourne International Arts Festival presents

La Mama Poetica: Voiceprints

To coincide with La Mama’s 40th anniversary celebrations, La Mama Poetica presents Voiceprints, a program of immersive performances by poets and sound poets who have made their mark by striking out alone against prevailing trends.

La Mama Poetica: Voiceprints features live works by visiting Japanese sound poet and composer Tomomi Adachi, TTO with visual artist Sandy Caldow, Ali Alizadeh with musicians Elissa Goodrich and Ria Soemardjo, Emilie Zoey-Baker, the improvising chorus Unamunos Quorum with poets jeltje and Peter Murphy, Ania Walwicz and Sydney-based poet Amanda Stewart. These performance-orientated poets present pieces of contemporary time and place that are informed by engaging with a constantly evolving and increasingly complex world. The artists create an eclectic "polypoetry" (literally meaning poetry of many possibilities) setting, where meaningful poetic expression evolves using theatrics, visual and performance art, musical composition and movement. The set design virtually references the spirit of the contributions made to La Mama Poetica by the Indigenous poet, the late Lisa Bellear.

Culminating with pieces that stretch the boundaries of what poetry is, La Mama Poetica: Voiceprints introduces Melbourne audiences to new and challenging poetic forms, including techno-automatic writing, Sufi-inspired World Jazz and poetry-in-motion.

For more information visit www.lamama.com.au/poetica.html

Credits

Director - Tania Beer Set Designer - Robyne Latham Lighting Designer - Jenny Hector Sound Designer - Harry Williamson

UQ - Sjaak de Jong, Mark Lewis, Anna Fern, Polly Christie, Eliane Mortreux Technical Production - Lyn Healy

Twin Peaks, the poem.

#1 Audrey Horne

A grin before a smile, soft dances in rooms filled with beautiful madness. One hip swinging is all the chaos theory you will ever need. A crush that could make wine. ‘Agent Cooper, my tears are falling up towards Valhalla’

#2 Shelly Johnson

Broken dreams and scattered promises, like seeds in a junkyard.

So easy to love you

with your spider leg eyelashes and your sweet as berry pie wink.

There’s a little scream inside every smile.

#3 Special Agent Dale Cooper

‘Dianne…I’m upside down.’

Hair like polished shoes.

Coincidence is a word for fools. The future comes to you for advice.

Dreams littered with dwarves shaped like clues, you have the gift, Coop.

#4 Donna Haywood

Trying so hard to numb the bites, the goodness in you hovers around your toy cigarette smoke. You want so badly to be bad, wearing stolen sunglasses and nobody’s ring. You bend back and your brandy cream breasts rise up like cupcakes pretending to be soufflés. You bite your bottom lip, pink as a butterfly’s love bite.

#5 James Hurley

A boy who never stopped having nightmares.

Crayon storms in every look. Leather crunches.

You seem so sad, even wearing a helmet.

#6 Sarah Palmer

A white horse walks all sticky past your couch – even your hair is terrified of him. His tongue is a stolen snake and his eyes are slicing open your dreams. Why didn’t the angels tell you he was spooning you this whole time?


#7 Bobby Briggs

Trash bag donut insights and frozen supermarket ideas, you are the bobby pin in your true love’s hair, all tied up like a rubber-band ball, bouncing all over your good intentions.

#8 Major Briggs
Even a hot cup of joe can teach us something. Love’s red feather lives happily in the palm of your hand. Call for your underground heaven and it will be there.
But you already know that.

#9 Nadine Hurley

You’re a Twinkie with bruises. The one-eyed prom queen with hair like pussy fire. A punch that would soften God’s hard-on.

#10 Big Ed Hurley

You know the gentle curl of every single line around both their eyes.

You are a man in love.

Your acceptance is a forest.
Tiny gentle thoughts lap across your brow when you watch her at work.


#11 Sheriff Harry S. Truman

She wants you for all the right reasons and all the wrong whispers.

Your girlfriend is a steaming honey bun filled with murder, Sheriff.

#12 Leland Palmer

When angels finally looked real all your pain had melted. You kissed a devil and let him float you like a balloon. Your elastic sentences told you later that all that blood was real.

#13 auraL remlaP

Too many gloved hands had touched her.

eyes, the colour of her lips

hair frozen in time

fingers full of words.

He took her and she crumbled like a fire.

It’s what she expected, that’s what happens when pain stops feeling like pain.

Suspender beltings and smeared lips.

It should’ve been so different.


What with everything being backwards, it’s convenient your name’s a palindrome, Bob. You swallow lives like an oyster. Everyone has traced your face, sketched through a psychic blender of charcoal and pulp. Your smile bends like suicide. You walk like an acid spider made of slugs. Bitter is the taste of dead owls.



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This poem was originally published in A Slice Of Cherry Pie Poems inspired by Twin Peaks, put together by Half empty Half Full Press. It's a total cracker. Read some reviews here

Quiz Night

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We are going to New Zealand! For a grand poetry tour, please come help us raise some funds by attending our super glorious quizspectacular.

Stretch your remaining brain cells at the Old Colonial Hotel on the 17th of January. Not only will you be crying with laughter and rolling on the floor with bliss from the amount of fun you are having, you will be helping Emilie, Alicia and Klare on their NZ tour! So grab some folks, read some facts, sharpen your geography, hone your history, stretch your sport muscles, and come on down. There'll be Michael Nolan as host, an auction and surPRIZES galore. We'd love to see you there, teaming it up. xxEZB ps. There is lovely pub food from 6pm.

I had the strangest dream...


I was Flying over Muffin Island.
“Muffins!”
said Gary Sinise, “We should land!”

The whole island was freshly baked, pulsing, soft, fertile blueberries and melted apple pie goodness.
We landed and our ship bounced gently.

Gary Sinise was rolling and laughing and I was licking each chocolate chip.

Others landed, Penelope Keith and some friends from school.

Then suddenly all the muffins turned robot red and we fell down through to an underground mine
which reminded me of Parliament Station. It was a trap.
A fat man dressed in leather laughed at us 'Greedy Fools!’
For the next seven years we toiled in the mines breaking promises and getting whipped.

Then I remembered I had a pocket motorbike and I chose my moment and sped through the turnstiles through long grass and perilous terrain.
Tears filled with freedoms clear glow glistened on my cheeks.

I’d Finally been given a second chance.

giant headless underwear model



The giant headless torso looming over the corner of Bourke and Swanston Streets in Melbourne is surely the last straw. How can we put up with such blatant disregard for women? The billboard for Elle ‘The Body’ McPherson’s underwear amounts to a huge crotch towering over passers by, who crane skywards to see two huge breasts bulging over a lacy bra. Are women okay with this? When academics like Dr Jane Maree Maher say that women being sexy in advertising can be empowering, I worry that we're losing sight of how utterly offensive this kind of advertising is. Women are constantly portrayed in advertising, not to mention music videos, as headless bodies for sexual gratification - no personality, no mind, no respect. Have we literally lost our heads?

■Complaints: 30 (so far)

■Action: None

■Reason: Advertising Standards Bureau says the image does not breach its code because the woman is not posed sexually, the underwear is not provocative and there are no sexual overtones and no nudity.

Six reasons why I heart Melbourne


just as twilight blushes with a goodbye kiss from the day, the fountain in the park glows mashed pink rose for approximately 7 minutes.I love this place, I could sit and watch the platypus cry over the mermaids forever.


My album cover lover


Running up that hill...


The incredible space between trams, Autumn, when there is a little amber pumpkin sunset in every single leaf.


She just whirled off on her own. Those static waves never crashing on her parade.


another allyway full of mysterious possibilities.

Slice Of Cherry Pie


Slice Of Cherry Pie now available!

A poetry chapbook anthology inspired by David Lynch's Twin Peaks edited by Ivy Alvarez.

Featuring poems by Emilie Zoey Baker, Jilly Dybka, Collin Kelley, elena knox, Jared Leising, Daniel Lloyd, Siobhan Logan, Eileen Tabios, Maureen Thorson, Andrew J Wilson & Maike Zock.

You can buy one here!Be quick, they are already selling out faster than Johnny Depp in a Pirate sequel.

The Private Press are planning a second anthology of David Lynch-inspired poetry, this time based on his films Lost Highway and Mulholland Drive. The working title is Deranged and it should appear next summer. The deadline for submission is December 31. Check out their submission page and baste yourself in the world of David Lynch.

fannyism

Fannyism

The only thing holding women back is women.
52% but in descent.
Not numbers-wise, wise-wise.
Feminism.
You say that to a young girl and she will spit back that she’s no man-hater.
Feminism is not her
dick-tater.
It didn’t do anything for her, not being able to vote is just a blur.
She wants to wear a bra,
she wants her breasts to go high and far
she’s not afraid of the
big
bad
wolf-
whistle.
Feminism means being old, unattractive and slightly insane,
thanks to the only one that’s got any fame,
but this is not about blame.
This is not about man-hating
This is about women-loving.

This is fannyism –
the new feminism.

It’s time to get pissed off
about women getting surgery.
We accept an airbrushed ideal that isn't even real.
Botox injections,
labia reductions,
bitchy projections,
arse suctions.
Wake up and smell the noses.
14-year-olds selling us clothes with heroin eyes and matchstick thighs.
The porn industry.
News flash
Pounding our arses mercilessly
on the side of a pool table is not exactly how we enjoy sex.
And what the hell happened to our pubic hair?
Film clips full of rap stars
singing about their cocks,
four boobs in each ear
balancing someone’s beer.
Chicks in tittie tittie bang gangs
waving their arses, singing,
‘Don’t you wish your girlfriend was hot like me, don’t you wish your girlfriend was
fun like me?’

Yeah…
Go the sisterhood.

We gotta get angry, we gotta get busy,
because the next potentially bulimic, anorexic, suicidal generations depend on it.
It’s okay to wear a bra,
it’s okay to have long beautiful hair
and it doesn’t have to be on your legs.
It’s okay to love your brothers
and your fathers,
because no matter what you do
they’re gonna love you.
Girl Power is not some spice girl pop hurl.
Empowerment is not
giving head behind the shelter shed.
It’s not some woman taking off her clothes on the cover of Ralph and saying,
‘It’s because I’m comfortable with my body'.
It’s essential we realize the potential.
52% and time for ascent.

This is fannyism.

You can listen to my Hip-not version of fannyism here!! music by the wonderspazzy crew @ the Gentlemans Record Club.

Fannyism the EP coming soon! email me at ezb@bigpond.net.au to get on the mailing list. Zam.



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