Tag: poetry

  • The Power of Poetry: Simon Armitage — an experience

    The Power of Poetry: Simon Armitage — an experience

    We entered the main space of the Roundhouse in the warm afternoon after an early dinner. We sat in the dark, light focused on the podium. The audience was large, plenty of old and young alike, quiet except for the occasional murmur in anticipation. It was almost time. We were all there for Simon Armitage. …

  • A Recipe For A Killer Night: Reviewing Word Travels’ Multilingual Poetry Slam

    A Recipe For A Killer Night: Reviewing Word Travels’ Multilingual Poetry Slam

    By Zara Khan and Jordan Daly Photos by Ansel Wakamatsu     Sauce: Performances by four local poets: Onur Karaozbek, (UNSW’s very own!) Albert Lin, Fayroze Lutta and Hasitha Adhikariarachchi. Three words to set the scene: politics, culture and identity. Three minutes for each performance. A language other than English (featured languages included Mandarin, Turkish, German,…

  • In Conversation with Miles Merrill: Chicagoan, Performing Writer and Creative Director of Word Travels

    In Conversation with Miles Merrill: Chicagoan, Performing Writer and Creative Director of Word Travels

    By Zara Khan and Jordan Daly   Miles Merrill is many things. A writer. A performer. A performing writer. An African-American. A mentor. The Creative Director of Word Travels in Sydney.   He brought poetry slams to Sydney, and his work touches on society, class and race and has been performed worldwide. Tharunka caught up…

  • Bitter waters

    Sailing to the edge of the world, I travel with the painter’s daughter We float for miles and miles, over the black and bitter water.   We’re dying every day, but never dead like ghosts trapped in a shell, from where we sit, the world is gray, in this little boat we call hell.  …

  • Too Young for Wearing Black

    Too Young for Wearing Black Laura Kenny (@LauraRacquel) Asylum Seeker I am too young to clothe myself in mourning black. A little mirror image of he who takes the living from the world. I’ve hidden away the person that I was – In a shroud of dark that drifts through streets with Beagle eyes, ever-edged…