I'm in. Who's in? You in? A whole year has passed since last years heats and I'm even still alive, seared on BOTH sides this time.
All I got is a killer last line, for the heat in Katoomba in a few weeks. That's it so far ... a killer last line. Sometimes I write the end before I write the beginning, what of it? God taught me. I'll be spending the next few weeks perfecting my slam, ironing it carefully like a school shirt, hanging it out in the winter breeze, setting it down in the sun, seeing it from all angles. All of my new spoken word pieces are ready, assembled, just waiting for me to reach in and pluck them out of my ribcage like a petunia. I have a pencil behind one ear, a notebook in hand, and my beautiful battered heart. So open it's broken, as all good hearts should be.
One of Australia's truest and talented performance artists, Omar Musa. Listen.
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