2012’s looking up already as facebook informs us the mirth and mayhem of slam poetry at The Phoenix returns:
IT IS TWENTY TWELVE
And you have just killed a unicorn with your pick-up truck
that means it is BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT! time.
“Why did you bring a cop to my command center? “
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!
“Did you see that?”
So bring your words
bring your claps
your flapping wings
your hippy smell
“Command center? It’s a basement.”
And that tattoo of a horse with wings
wrapped in Mal Meninga’s futon.
“Daddy, you’re out of your mind.”
Because this month we are featuring Shakespeare, that’s right
And this is no slamin’ Shakespeare
THIS IS SHAKESPEARE
“The rules haven’t changed, man. You’re gonna kill me the minute I unlock it. ‘
And because Shakespeare is not enough, you heard right
We are featuring
With his poetry
BELA FARKAS WITH HIS POETRY
“Are you saying it’s “them” them?”
So join your hosts Andrew Galan, Jacinta, the Master of Conflict and the Score Adder for BAD!SLAM!NO!BISCUIT!
“Frederick, didn’t you hear me?”
NO MUSIC, NO PROPS, 2 MINUTES, YOUR ORIGINAL MATERIAL!
7:30PM The Phoenix, East Row, Canberra.
“Why would they wanna kill me?