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Dense remnants of pigeon rams a mighty presence into the waiting area outside the Knot Gallery. Desolate, decrepit, dank and all sorts of dangerous. Liv Tyler handles the front desk and not a sign on hand mark those hitting the stands on the cushions of the floor. Tactics to enter in through the doors on discount not needed. Not needed at all.
building blocks of broken beats
driven down the dirty docks
People file in and the start time is well past the posted. Spectators with bottles start getting toasted. Over under the massive haze, the eyes are getting roasted. MC Citizen Tom shows why he's the one to host it.
feeding fools with filthy feet
giving gold to gassy ghouls
Energy and warmth buzz the mildly temperate air. Confines of the convention breathe in this sense of communal spit space. Nothing but the relaxation is on offer and a streaming, soaking sample of scatter shot stylish.
interviews! industry! interbreeding in between
kissing chemicals, come kamikaze
Night lingers on and heavy plumes of cannabis blow in from the back section. Expansion of the brain is ever too great. The skull struggles to contain the explosion of grey matter seeking to punch and itch its way out. Back of mind finds some time to creak open a blood flow.
missing the mulling of make believe
overworked and overboard
Poets slam the stage with much confidence and extreme fierceness. There is no room for the timid. No room for those looking to make a mockery of the event. There is only room for lions and the fearless.
quizzing quick with Quixotic quips
singing songs and sweeping sheets
underworked. under run.
Strange is the combination of eventual winners for the heat. House Cat Havoc's Bravo. A man with ears on head and voices inside, Patrick. An elderly gent suffering the rains of pain, Shefiq. Or thereabouts. Feeding and fielding as a team, they'll certainly make for an interesting mix come the State Library finals.
watching words while they weep
better off reading Yeats.
Down and through the streets of Redfern and Surry Hills, bars filled with patrons fixed on the big screens watching the Socceroos fight on for a place into the World Cup.
Friday, 18 November 2005 - 12:17
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