Highlights for me were Kate Lilley’s take on Mildred Pierce and John Tranter’s Paris Blues but of course everyone was wonderful.
The crowd was great too, packing out the old Darlington School hall, a building I’d never even been to, though it’s in the grounds of Sydney University, where I scraped through an undergraduate degree.
You can read my poem Karin Revisited (inspired by the film Can You Feel Me Dancing, starring Justine Bateman as Karin) online or listen to an audio version above.
One thing I noticed about the text version of my poem, which is written in four line stanzas, is that I inadvertently included a stanza with only three lines.
Does anyone have any suggestions for the fourth line?
Here is what it looks like right now, in context:
Dancing makes you free. You're in an invisible machine, standing upright, & each movement of your body bends space & time. For Karin, that moment before lift-off comes like a swoon, or a screen kiss at the end of a dance. She freezes in mid-air like Superman before a blue screen, or a magician's assistant, supported by strings, listening for the end of each scene. A minimum of crowd noise, just the tube's silver surf. The way it was that afternoon at home when she sat & listened all the way through it. That silence ...