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Poetic licence with time and endurance, Bardflys at the Speakeasy, in the brains of the East Village Hotel in Darlinghurst. Scene of the first poetry slam heat. For all intents and purposes, a start time of 20:00 is sent around all over the place. And no one pays attention. One hour after promise, the events actually start to get underway.
Hour on after nothing, well into a Thursday night headed straight for a Friday morning. Listening to MC Tug Dumbly rap on about sidestepping demographics is painful. Pain in the sense that with his constant staging, the competitors were still to come. And Dumbly is not a man of short poems. The concept of time escapes these artisans and they show no remorse for it.
Chatter of the crowd is ever more an exercise in futility. Especially at an event where whispers feature frequently. Constant is the hum and the need to talk amongst themselves a sure sign of being in the wrong place. Blood alcohol levels rising in the section two floors below.
Hearing a familiar note and beat from two of the performers kills the joy of a slam. Fierce strumming from a dead loose guitar makes the night even longer. Teeth dig deeper into the forearm as the organisers look for ways to extend the night into the creeping day after.
Seconds before spoken word artist Alana Hicks takes to the stage as one of the heat winners, a denouncement of the spectacle in the sham of a conversation.
And with the endless night haemorrhaging to an end for the dawn, a walk along the road home at 02:00 before waking up at 06:00 raises the question on just what kind of person enjoys this sort of punishment.
Saturday, 12 November 2005 - 13:13
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