In the meantime ....

It has been an interesting couple of days.


We took Nikki to the airport on Friday and watched her fly off to Wellington. I hear last night's Phat Grrrl Revolution went swimmingly at Happy down there. Stoked. She's heading to Dunedin on Monday - so watch out for her down there people and say hi from Miriam if you run into that crazy-intense woman from the States who I am so pleased to have had the chance to work with.


That night Murray, Christian and myself performed a set at Galatos as part of the Inhibition Exhibition. Warming up for rock bands this time - which I think may actually be more intimidating than performing in between them. But we did it and we did it good. Was a wicked venue to play, great little stage. Hope to do something else there down the track.



Murray, Me and Christian chill out pre-show.















Murray and Christian














Me doing Supported Accomodation. That shut them up.

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Almost simultaneously, as Nikki would have been rocking her performance out down in Welly last night, Christian and I were performing with Texture and a bunch of other Auckland Fringe performers as part of Bang Bang Caravel at Cross Street Studios. They had erected a childhood-fort-like tent constructed out of sheets and pieces of fabric, which filled the entire gallery from wall to wall, floor to ceiling, and the whole evening's performances took place in there - the audience gathered around on the floor like people around a camp fire, a small stage and curtain set up at one end, lights and a disco ball.



Texture performing at Bang Bang Caravel.

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This blog is about something else though. I have just returned from the first ever live Dirty Words Sessions at Thirsty Dog and WOW. It was vastly underattended, because clearly some people take a while to get hooked onto a good thing. And oh my this is a good thing. Shane Hollands, beloved founder of The Literatti, started this one up, an off-shoot of his Fleet Fm show 'Dirty Words with Shane Hollands'. What you have is a two-piece 'house' jazz band, and a couple of booked poets. The band improvises music and the poets run with it in whatever way they see fit.



The coin toss decides who's gonna go first while the musicians warm up.















Christian gets going.









Christian Jensen and Texture were the guest poets. Shane performed. There were also opportunities for open mic, and a bunch of other poets who were there, myself and Mr. Murray Lee included, jumped up and performed with the band as well. Anna Kaye cranked out a really different piece for her, and I loved it - I'm calling it after it's repeated refrain "I'm sick of this shit". A piece from the Kerouac Effect I do believe. And Daniel Larsen performed stunningly, he's really owning his stuff now, I love it. I keep saying that. But good things are happening in our world of words and performance these days.

Texture turns prose into jazz beat poetry on the fly.


















Daniel synchs up with the musicians.








Performing unrehearsed with a live band is exhilerating - both to watch and to do. Something about boundaries is erased and avenues of what to do with the words open up before you. You just have to grab them as they come. No second guessing. It's a series of Yoda moments really. There is no think, only do or do not.

Keep an eye out for Dirty Words Sessions number 2 which is on April 12th I think - it will be a sunday. Make sure not to miss it. An amazing experience to be part of. One day this event is going to be a big part of our poetry scene up here, I'm so excited to have been at the first one. Hopefully I'll get to join Christian as one of the booked poets there oneday soon.

The Phat Grrrl Revolution

Last night was Nikki's first (and last) solo show in Auckland. She's off to Leigh for a performance at the Sawmill Cafe with Ivy Rossiter and The Little Isles Band tonight.

Let me just say, the show's title is well deserved and perfectly chosen, because one of the first words that comes to mind when attempting to describe it is, well, revolutionary. The next one is brave. The next one is empowering and the next one is honest. Brutally so. Beautifully so.

What we got last night was an hour of gutsy song, poetry performance, intimate recital, music and burlesque/strip-tease all perfectly melded together. I've never seen anything quite like what Nikki does before. To be honest I think the vast majority of us would just never have the proverbial balls to get up and be that real or that naked in front of strangers - and definitely not both at the same time.

And then, once the burlesque outfit is on the ground, Nikki reverse-strips, throwing off jewellery and adornment and changing into simple jeans while performing a poem - taken together, the two parts - the disrobing and re-robing - they provide a perfect symmetry.

The show was stunning, meaningful, deep, funny, sad - we were taken through a whole spectrum of emotion - and finished up with certain audience members dancing along to the final piece. Simply put, I had an awesome time and found myself transfixed by this brand new poetess who has entered my life.

If you live around Auckland and you missed this last night - get thyself to Leigh tonight!

This is not to be missed.

Seriously.

Nikki Patin's impressions - Just remember ...

the difference between outside and inside is a matter of perspective.

windows are not screened, doors are thrown wide and wanton like legs tired of constantly being crossed.

the wind sings through clothes, bringing katy dids and cicadas buzzing against walls while millions of spiders make their plans, watching warily from corners of impossibly high ceilings.

auckland is a sly grin of a city. the folks here are cool, like real cool, like real real cool, like cooler than any other group of people i've ever met. people smile and ask questions. they look folks in the eye and they call everything sweet. but when they hit the road, aucklanders press pedals to floors and zoom around mountain curves with a confidence that feels dangerous. then you notice how none of the cars are dented and how you never see an accident.

my time here has been sacred. maybe it's because i'm new to this place, maybe it's because i'm on a sort-of vacation, maybe it's because i am an anamoly in the world, but i feel so loved here. i feel connected. i feel free, in a lot of ways...not so defined by the past of my country or my life. not so boxed in. not told every second how angry i am about things that i should be angry about but should never show that i'm angry about them because that intimidates everyone. no one is intimidated by me here.

and there are tears now because it feels so good not to be treated like every word out of my mouth is already chosen, therefore nothing i have to say could possibly be of any importance.

it does no good to play the comparison game, though. america would lose HARD. chicago would lose even harder.

people enjoy words here, and each other. people acknowledge the heavy weight that is ego and do their best to get out of the way. no one here wants to be famous and celebrity is considered ridiculous and vacuous. no one is packaged like meat here. there is no abundance of designer labels, no collective focus on "making it." it's refreshing.

there is pain here and sadness. there are secrets and the tensions that always exist between people.

there are words like maori and pakeha. always black and white. brown and white. whatever and white. indigenous and colonialist. settler cultures. but they talk about it. they talk a LOT. they keep talking. no one lets the rope slip that connects people. fingers are bleeding, but still they are clutching at what binds, at what is sacred.

i have found new best friends, people who i will talk to for the rest of my life. there is miriam, whose comment, whose touching of the thread is what brought me here. we are parallel versions of each other. both clumsy and jewish by blood, rather than belief. both touched wrongly and told to stay quiet. both fierce under hot lights and not taking anybody's no for know, or prayer for show. we spent nine months creating across time and ocean. we never even spoke before i got off the plane. some things can't be explained or divined. some things just are.

there is sabrina, who is a walking poem. sabs, as i call her in my mind, could easily coast on what she studied in college, could define herself narrowly through career and upcoming nuptials. she quietly refuses and that refusal is brilliant in its rarity and intention. she writes poems about what she sees and what she'd like to see. she smiles at me and cares about me when i don't eat enough. she is what poetry doesn't expect.

murray cares. he looks after folks. he makes sure people are well and he means it. he doesn't act out of obligation, which is rare. he takes his time on stage, which is rarer. he calls adaptors rockets and calls his girlfriend gorgeous when he picks up the phone. he reaches for the positive, the good and becomes a conduit for what is kind and right.

christian lives in a castle with erin. they have a feijoa tree in their back yard, which feels like the beginning and the end of the world. his poems try to bring order out of the confusion of humanity and color. he navigates between countries, languages and idealogies. he demands hope from the audience and he gets it. he gets it.

penny is the woman kind and generous enough to give me a place to stay at her home. it is magical. there is a lovely garden, exploding with colors and old bits of things. sunlight lays itself across her bed, wind rushes from front door to back and no matter where you are, you can see trees and the tops of things. penny frets about whether or not i'm eating enough and leaves the light on when i come back late, which has been every night. she is a writer, too, and a traveler. her capacity to do and to think and to be is the physical example of a life well-lived. she tells me to make myself at home. she gives me toast and fruit and avocado and coffee. she shows me how the details of caring are what underscore comfort. she is as magical as her house.

those are only a few people, though. so many more have been kind, welcoming, encouraging. dan, miriam's fiance, gives me books on nikola tesla to read and tells me about the best food. he shows my lover his garden and walks in the street to make cabs uncomfortable. shane has the only spoken word radio show in auckland called "dirty words." indirectly, his love for spoken word and poetry are what brought me here. thanks, man.

"The Phat Grrrl Diaries" is on its first shelf in a store. that store is the Women's Bookshop in Auckland. i asked a women's bookstore in Chicago if they wanted to sell my book. they never responded. from thousands of miles away, that just seems silly.

i feel like i've gotten out of quicksand and onto actual earth. maybe i needed to travel all along. maybe chicago's just not the place for me.

i don't miss it, actually. i miss my love, my family and a couple friends. that's it. the rest of it? the backbiting, the political bullshit that invades supposedly underground art, the ass-kissing, the lack of cultural analysis and artistic critique and how much is taken for granted? i don't miss any of that. and it doesn't appear like i'm missed in chicago, except by my love, my family and a couple friends. i'm homesick, but i keep realizing that i don't actually have a home in a city that treats me like i'm a stranger. i feel more loved in auckland than i ever have in america. what's that about?

in 10 days, i've done 10 interviews, 5 rehearsals and 2 shows. i'm living the life i've always wanted and it feels really good. the other life that i had before i came here, filled with tears and hurt and hard work that never seemed to amount to much, is gone. i'm not going back to that.

auckland has shown me what it means to be human, to have a mirror to my face, instead of a funhouse mirror being peddled as an everyday looking glass. auckland has shown me myself when i am not warped by manipulated history and uninformed opinions.

auckland has taught me what i've been aching to learn...what it means to be a poet.

just remember...

(This was written and posted by Nikki Patin on Facebook this morning, and she was pleased to share it with you all via the blog - we will never forget, Nikki!)

The GROWL Action Begins

I woke up at 4:30 AM this morning. Christian came around and we both slowly started to get excited through the haze of early morning sawdust brains and confusion around how one actually gets to the airport these days.

Even though Nikki's plane got in early we were still there in time to spend a few minutes worrying that customs were being difficult when she appeared from the big fancy sliding doors like some kind of never-met-before old friend. If you'll let me get away with the oxymoron.

Greeted with an A3 poster of yourself and two jumping over-tired poets must have been a bit of jolt after 48 hours of travelling and over 11 000 kms, but we have finally met! This is significant.


We couldn't possibly have just gone home after so many months of emailing, so we drove up Mt Eden and watched the last of the sunrise before breakfast, which was an awesome idea.


I haven't seen a sunrise for ages. They really aren't sunsets in reverse, as it is said.

Anyway, a magical morning, followed by a great day chilling out and yarning about poetry, performances, our respective communities...ad infinitum....

.... until the tiredness kicked in and we all lost most of our power of intelligible speech. It happens.


Nikki is wonderful and we can all tell we'll work well together. Which is a much hoped for relief. Both of us confessed this afternoon that while our emails were nice, you never really can tell until you meet in person.

It makes this project even more insane - coming all this way to work on a poetry collaboration with people you've never met before and know next to nothing about, based on a Youtube comment. This is a woman after my own heart. Manifestation.

Tomorrow morning the gambit of rehearsals, workshopping and radio interviews begin. Wish us luck. Though really I think it's going to be wonderful. Can't wait. Which I suppose is why I am still up writing this right now after such a long day. But so inspiring. We are going to make some amazing poetry together, the 5 of us.

Don't forget - Sat March 7th, 7:30 at London Bar. There are only a very few acceptable reasons to miss this.

:o)

Miriam

It's Getting Real Now

Nikki Patin is arriving in 8 days.

Thus far we've managed to arrange six multiple-person performance pieces with Nikki, using nothing but google documents and email. In 8 days we'll get our first chance to start workshopping them together in person. This is very cool. And a bit risky. 1 week to rehearse together before the gig is not much time. Especially when you consider that months of work that have already been put in.

The other literartists and I spent almost 48 hours together a couple of weeks ago. By Sunday evening we had managed to create our (wicked) set for the gig, prepare over a thousand flyers, and workshop every one of the pieces that make up Growl. Turns out that Christian is a dab-hand at graffitti and that Murray makes a really good Nikki stand-in when needed. I'm currently memorising my lines in one of her poems - aptly titled 'Remember', as if it is a private imperative to me, remember, Miriam, remember the poem Remember. Half-way through now, and all is looking good.

We were also introduced to Mark McGill-Smith - an amazing flautist/clarinet-ist/pianist .... actually he seemed to be able to play nearly everything. He has composed and recorded an absolutely Orsum piece of music for our 5-person performance piece written by our newest Literartist Sabrina Muck - Right.

Last Sunday we had our final Literatti rehearsal before Nikki arrives. Fiona Holding rocked along with her cello and we had another chance to workshop performing with her. I'd just like to say that the cello is an amazing instrument, and that miss Fiona seriously knows how to do her thang with it. She's created music for seven pieces from the show, and it's gonna rock, in a cellist manner of speaking.

But seriously, I have never been this excited about a show before. It's also double-special for us because apart from three small appearances with the Inhibition Exhibition in March, Growl is going to be The Literatti's only show this year. So we're really making the most of it.

Growl is on March 7th at 7:30 pm (show starts at 8) at The London Bar. Tickets are on sale now at Real Groovy.

You can check out interviews with Nikki on Bfm's Drive on Feb 27th at 5:15 pm, Kiwi Fm on March 1st at midday, Fleet Fm's Dirty Words with Shane Hollands on March 3rd at 3 pm and on Bfm's breakfast show with Mikey Havoc on March 4th at 8:20 am.

Let the madness begin!

After One Foot Forward

One Foot Forward hit the stage at the Lady Fisher Auditorium with Karen Hunter, Just the Tikit and Snapshots (the Literatti-student collaboration) on November 1st 2008. The show went really well, and clips have slowly started appearing on Youtube. We ended up with heaps of footage so it's taking a while to edit it all together. We dig performing in bars, street corners etc etc, but little can compare to a theatre stage and what you can do there. HUGE thanks from all of us to Kate Barton for her animations, as well as Erin Gaffney and Darcy Gladwin for their photographs. Also thanks to our sound technician Daniel Larsen for enduring endless technical rehearsals and making us sound great on the night!

Since then, there've been a few developments.

In order to work more on other things, Shane Hollands, founder of The Literatti, has left the group. He will be greatly missed by us, though we take comfort in knowing he's still gonna be around performing, so we won't have to miss out on his charismatic performances. The grapevine is whispering he's taking over the radio with his show 'Dirty Words' on Fleet FM.

Sabrina Muck joined the ranks back in late November and we're stoked. We performed together for the first time on December 2nd at Poetry Live. When our powers combine....awesome poetry is born.

We've have locked down the London bar on March 7th for our Auckland Fringe Festival gig, which is going to be WIKID. Nikki Patin, Def Jam poet and performance artist from Chicago, will be joining us for this one before she kicks off her nation-wide Phat Grrrl Revolution Tour. A 'little' show we've titled Growl. This is a collaboration of epic undertaking - we've been working on poems together via google documents for a couple of months now. When Nikki arrives in NZ on the 25th of Feb we'll have just over a week to rehearse together in person before Growl hits the stage. We can't wait.

And...(drum roll please)...Gravity Coffee has decided they dig what we do and want to sponsor us! This is some of the best news we've had in a while and opens up a whole host of other possibilities. Yay to Gravity!

Due to life getting in the way, master's theses and what not, The Literatti will be taking a break after the month of March (we have four gigs, Growl and then the Inhibition Exhibition series). We've decided it's time to lay low for a while, so we can focus on workshopping new material (we might open these sessions up, so keep an eye out for that) and just developing further.

Growl will be our only full length show for the year, so don't miss it, 'tis going to be grand. We will return in 2010 bigger, better and rearing to go.