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?
The writing thing… I’m interested by the sublime and the ordinary in the colliding territories of landscape, the body, and the whole human mess.
The performing thing…a good friend said this…”While Simon’s forays into performance poetry may be humble so far, he has an open, gentle performance style, a generous grasp of human emotion, and a willingness to carefully peel back the seemingly ordinary to reveal what lies underneath.”