Pam Makin (she/her)

I attended some of the sessions at this past weekend’s Weekend of Words, part of the OzAsia Festival in Adelaide. I love that these smaller writers festivals exist beyond the major ones. I will seek it out again next year.

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I am currently annoyed at folks who think they’re too good for an open mic crowd. I love an open mic. And I love the vast variety of talent that comes out to share. Spoke n Slurred is one I regularly attend. Come along if you’re in the area. If you’re not, find an open mic near you.

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The current Barossa Women’s Artist in Residence is Rae Howell. Look her up and see what she’s doing. You won’t be disappointed.

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Adelaide is full of things I love. This is one of them. Monthly at The Jade

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It was more than a week ago. But it is still worth posting about. Go see an old movie on a big screen. It’s delightful.

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Today Adelaide, Tomorrow The World! is a new poetry competition from Ellipsis Poetry and Page & Turner. The theme is Metamorphosis, entries are free and open until the 23rd of January. For more information, use the QR code. Hit me up with any questions you might have.
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As part of Nature Festival, Adelaide Botanic Gardens is currently harbouring this delightful hidden gem.

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The wonderful Australian String Quartet has turned 40. They spent Sunday celebrating in Adelaide. Here’s a review:

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@kathrynreese.bsky.social (as requested)

New writers festivals seem to be popping up all over the calendar. This past weekend, there was one at the State Library facilitated by Flinders Uni. Here’s a short review.

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Adelaide is a UNESCO City of Music. We have a world class orchestra in the Adelaide Symphony Orchestra and we are home to the Australian String Quartet. We have many other musical claims. What we don’t have is a purpose built concert hall. That doesn’t stop us!

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Wild flight paints desire lines across the sky / where last night, blind, the billionaires’ rockets raved. / The rage, the curse, now blessed in the gentle drift of sunrise.

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In that moment, there is something like pride, that isn’t pride, / love that isn’t love alone, surprise that is genuinely surprising, / There is no word for that feeling when they say, “you saved my life.”

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Thanks. That’d be great!

Yes, I saw that. I think I need to add that to my wish list

Words fail me. Please, just read it

Oh my. That is some extraordinary writing

Prepare yourself for another day. Meditate. Medicate. / Check the progress of the apocalypse. Fortify. Call Mum. / Dress for success. Choose a playlist. Breathe.

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Stoke the flames with remembrance / fan it by speaking honourably / fuel it with stories of your own

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On escalators, as in ideologies, stand to the left / Wear the clothes that make you comfortable; wear pants for the comfort of others / Whatever the game, and whatever the rules, always play nice.

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a last leap of faithlessness, all as one, as won by all, / we turn to you, the remains of you, to discover your / music holds your life, but your death is in your eyes.

(Final three lines of “at the centre of it all, your eyes” a tribute to Blackstar by David Bowie, 2016)

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Writing one’s own eulogy is an exercise of the ego. / I should expound upon my many virtues, my gifts, my legacy, / but all I want to say in the end is thanks for everything.

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Sunset burns into the bight / reflects sparks from clifftop binoculars. / The whales are back, trusting the ocean.

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Beware that retainer. Sounds dangerous

We will do whatever is necessary 😉

I’m doing my best in that regard but I lack the right contacts. I do know some old people - I’ll introduce you

Cheers Geoff. My mum was the inspo. ❤️

Anything to keep the peace, she always said / now that circumstance has shattered tranquillity / there is no excuse for silence, she shouts

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Put on instrumental music and dance ecstatically for a minimum of 5 minutes. Write a praise poem. ~ Leah Senior #30in30 writing prompt from Red Room Poetry

Praise the barbed wire the twist the grip the rigour the slack stapled against the river gum growing around despite it survival the floods the drought the sleek rump of a steer pressed against the scratched hide the scar just a trickle of blood iron and rust, the same mark on my arm

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5. Everyone has a sippy cup, cardboard or plastic. Some seem made for desert crossings.
17. My noodles are not al dente and I consider this might be a universal problem with soup. Or maybe it’s my food flask.
29. A duck swims in the fountain. There is nothing there to eat. It just swims.

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