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Poetry on Video

Oh,  how exciting that Poets Out Loud, our Murwillumbah group started by the enterprising performance poet Sarah Temporal, is now happening via Zoom. It's on the third Thursday of the month, 7-9pm Sydney time. Details at their facebook page.

Tonight we not only had interstate poets as well as locals participating, we also had international poets, one from Sri Lanka and two from the USA.

We get used to visual applause (waving our hands in the air) and having little chats via text behind the scenes. What we lose of the energy of a live performance – I mean with everyone at the same venue – we make up for in the intimacy of close-ups, and the convenience of being able to meet, and even travel far to do so, while staying in our own homes.

Sarah is still doing the hosting, with her usual warmth and efficiency. At any event that she runs, you know instantly that you're among friends.

We are allowed to include stories, so this time I read a short piece of autobiography that fitted within the 3-minute time allotment. Afterwards, I was thrilled when someone described it in text as 'beautiful poetic prose'.

Similar initiatives have been started all over the world since the pandemic began. Many people are planning virtual book launches on video too, and some of us are attending virtual writing workshops.

Yay, poets rock!

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