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SpeedPoets April 2013 Call-Back-Poet: Simon Kindt

New voices are what fuels the SpeedPoets engine, so it was a real pleasure to award the April Call-Back spot to Simon Kindt on his first visit to SpeedPoets. Here’s the poem that sent a shiver through the room… am looking forward to hearing more from Simon throughout the year.

Simon Kindt

After Dorothy Porter’s View From 417

I am making a habit
of all this walking into
then out
of my chest.

Making my rib cage
a revolving door
of starts
and stops.

Hiding a jack-knife
behind my teeth

And lungs pumping
a pair
of blustered bellows.

Washing sparks into a throat,
birthing them grey,
soft and rolling

into the blue.

And you did it right to the end,
or at least in my head
you did,
down to the last
‘can’t believe my luck’

dot… when my 417 finds me,

dot… I will find its spine… and break us out.

Dot, when I go,
I want to go down singing,
breathing out
a wisping sky,

having loved the world,
having drunk it dry.

When I go,
let me greet the end
with a jack-knife tongue,
a throat raw and smoking
like a shotgun.

In a blast of sparks
into a wisping

Let me walk out of my chest
ready and lucky,
wearing a ready


About Simon:

I suppose I’m another one of those poorly ironed white collars that got halfway up the career ladder and realised it had left something behind. For me, that ‘left behind’ was writing which I returned to at the end of 2012 after a long time focused on other things.

I have been published precisely nowhere (except my own blog), performed only in small rooms, the sum total of my awards list is two jars of jam (and now a Speedpoets call-back) and yet I have felt so welcomed by the warmth, the energy and the lunacy of the Brisbane spoken word community that… well… what more could a fella want?


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