"Suddenly I realise That if I stepped out of my body I would break Into blossom" James Wright spoken v's acted v's printed v's read (silently / muttered / dribbled the debate has been a blue touchpaper in Australia: it was lit yonks ago and everyone stood back. The candle threw a couple of red fireballs and fizzed back into its own throat. But it's on fire again. Performance poetry is alive & up & running. In fact, it could be argued that it is the most active area of Australian poetry: its adherents are wide-ranging and enthusiastic, and there are some brilliant 'performers' among them. I'm one who writes almost exclusively 'for the page', and yet I love to READ my work on the telephone, in the hallway, at festivals, in the backyard, in pubs, cafes and driving down the road. I have some training in the teatro, so I like to use my voice, to get it out to the back of the space, or through the telephone static from Sydney to melbourne. I don't 'perform' in the sense of 'acting out' what I read, and yet I sense, on a good night, a marriage of ear and tongue and smoke and pint. As writers, readers and listeners, we know that we're prone to 'go off' to be sidetracked by an intense image or music during a reading, and thus return some words or even lines down the track. I often sense this while reading my poems - a curious dislocation happens, whether inside me or in the collective concentration of the audience. I like that. I forget who wrote it, but she was British, and she was referring to Laika, the Russian dog who went into orbit. She said "Trust your fear". We have to learn to trust our fear and imagination when reading our work. Reading is also one of the best ways to edit. The ear has a good inbuilt bullshit gauge when the tongue is active. I'm sure someone in the discussion group has already said this somewhere, but isn't reading our poems aloud to ourselves, while drafting, a kind of performance in itself? It's ALL practise. You know, pacing the house with a blackened page waving around in one hand while giving voice to a new version is absurd theatre at its most wicked. Where was I? Last year I went on the road with two of the finest Performance poets I've seen & heard. No doubt I'll get gobsmacked by someone who'll see this naming as short-changing the many talented Performance poets out there, but I don't give a flying fox. Philip Norton & Edwina Blush combine polished acting ability, great voices, and minimal props to create a kind of cabaret poetry. They memorise everything, of course, and they turned sleepy New South Wales rural pubs into wild scenes. It was tough, at first, standing there reading from my books, especially if I was last. But not only did I get used to it, they inflamed me and gave me a kick in the guts - I started to memorise poems, and by the end of the tour I had several that I could involve myself in completely: I found a real tactile & emotional balance I'd not achieved before. Without the page or book in hand, I was able to connect more directly with the eyes and ears before me. It's an obvious statement, but I was shocked by the different exchange of energy. I'm not going to throw down the book and take up Performance poetry. Only a small number of my poems lend themselves to this style - but I know that I can give what I've written a new edge & luminosity by engaging equally with printed word and ear. Philip & Edwina are blessed. They are not only superb performers, their poetry is commensurate with their theatre skills. There are those whose 'performance' is so good, that the dubious quality of the poetry is buried. But I guess this raises a crucial question: does it matter? If the 'performance' works, on whatever level, do we have to isolate weak links? I suppose the equation is worked out when you try to read these poems on the page, without the spotlights & movement. I've been following the debate closely. It's not going to end. Personally, I'm working on each poem as it arrives. I'm writing and editing. My dog turns her head to one side when I'm blurting out lines. I won't be writing poems for performance, but then, I might get lucky and carve something that works well inside the ear, voicebox, saliva gland and confines of the page. Anthony L. %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%