Oxford Hammer and Tongue Slam Poetry Final 2012 | Old Fire Station, 12th June 2012
Hammer and Tongue is one of the oldest established poetry slam events in the UK, starting life at The Brickworks (now The Library) on Cowley Road and now based at the Old Fire Station in George Street. For many people, spoken word events or 'slams' offer a more exciting alternative to live music, and Tuesday's final - featuring the winners of seven earlier heats, along with one 'favourite runners-up' spot - provided a fair showcase of the range of styles comprising the poetry-cum-performance spectacle that is Slam.
Tina Sederholm and Lucy Ayrton, our hosts - both talented poets - kept things moving nicely, and judging was (as usual) delegated to the audience, the poets being allocated a three minute slot in each half of the show, with the two highest scorers going forward into a head-to head final.
First to perform was slam veteran Pete The Temp, who offered an uncannily accurate impression of David Cameron rapping politics to the nation, followed by his similarly absurd signature piece Angry Pedestrian - with all present encouraged to raise their arms and "...stamp their feet on the (stomp-stomp) PAVE-MENT!", an exercise either engaging or excruciating, depending on your temperament. Pete is energetic, comedic and unashamedly provocative, and I liked him, even though he tends to push rather obvious political buttons.
Paul Askew, the 'self-styled sex symbol of Oxford slam' served up the evening's riskiest encounter, describing the moment of falling in love: 'You were getting that treatment thing/Where the little fish eat the dead skin off your feet/And your face looked like you/Were having a dildo slowly/Inserted into your vagina'. The gasps from the audience revealed Paul to be walking a socio-political tightrope, but I admired his courage and his surreal, imaginative and honest story-telling.
Aubrey Muvula's I'm African centred on the media's depiction of Africa solely in terms of tragedy. However, images of 'The rivers of the mighty Nile' flowing 'deep within my skin' felt as dated as the themes being parodied and while Aubrey's delivery was smooth and assured, there was little poetically to take root.
Anna McCrory put her rhymes to the fore, coupling the sweet, surreal, and supply delivered Wizard of Argos with a side swipe at 'feel-good' movies as a substitute for genuine living. There was pace, precision and inventiveness in her prose and maybe a touch of reflectiveness in her housemates' whooping.
Davey Mac looked like a middle-aged Big Issue seller and was none the worse for that. An old Liverpudlian constrained by a predictable A-B-A-B rhyming scheme and tightly worn beliefs about society's ills, the pathos in his tale of homosexuality in the armed forces nonetheless stood out. And when he got us to clap along to his rapping and couldn't keep up with the pace, the audience loved him just that little bit more.
Mark Niel's piece about student house-sharing seemed oddly incongruous given his middle aged Bluecoat appearance, but in My cat's an 'iambic' cat! he neatly skewered both poetry and Iams cat food and by the time he'd concluded Sweet 16, a wonderfully valedictory tale of first love, he'd become the ideal camp host.
Dan Holloway embodies the dilemma of the poet moving from page to performance arena: a skilled rhymer still in search of his live voice, or rather, striving to recover the one abandoned after early promising outings. Tonight he took a small step back towards the source, sounding engaged and angry in a diatribe against cuts in mental health services and flagging only when clichés about work slavery undermined his sense of righteousness.
There was time for a last lurch towards the surreal in the form of Neil Spokes. Bearing an uncanny resemblance to Vic Reeves, Neil began with a 'Shooting Stars'/Splodgenessabounds hybrid effort about lager drinkers, followed with a meditation on the shelling of Mostar. Neither effort quite hit the mark, but he was prodding interesting ground with the first and had his heart in the right place with the second.
With the rounds completed, and points added, it was Pete The Temp and Davey Mac who were called back for the head-to-head. Pete beamed and stomped and protested and Davey simply looked knackered, but in the end it was the old scouser who walked away with the Hammer and Tongue crown. And few really had the heart to protest, even if, after three hours, our bums were crying out for relief.
Neil Anderson (DI User), 18/06/12
March of the Mad Poetry Hares: Anna Freeman, Jonny FluffyPunk & Open Poetry Slam | Old Fire Station, 13 March 2012
For 2012, Hammer and Tongue has a new venue, the Crisis Skylight Cafe in the new arts development at Old Fire Station, and whilst I loved the bohemian atmosphere of the Old Boot Factory, I have to say that for those of us who live out of town and rely on buses, or just those of us whose legs aren't as young as they used to be, the new location is fabulous, as is the cafe itself, which comfortably holds 70-80, has friendly staff, and supports a fabulous cause.
Hammer and Tongue is always notable for its friendliness, and last night it seemed more welcoming than ever, the fabulous hosting duo of Tina Sederhom and Lucy Ayrton (both of them poets and performers of exceptional prowess as well as marvellous MCs) on wonderful front of house form so newcomers to poetry slams and the oldest of hands felt equally welcome.
In addition to the excellent slam, personal highlights of which were Hannah Elwick's achingly moving performance (in her first ever reading, no less - watch this space!!), Paul Askew's delightfully surreal fabulism, and Davy Mac's unflinchingly honest heartbreaking poems about homelessness, the night's support act was the delightfully sui generis Johnny Fluffypunk, hilarious and insightful self-styled pastoral anarchist and one of the loveliest people you will meet in the already lovely world of poetry.
But the night belonged to the stellar headline act, Anna Freeman, one of the tiniest of tiny handfuls of poets to combine words that bear many rereading/listenings, efforless and engaging flow, and an emotional intensity and honesty that digs right inside your skin and your soul. She also does what so so few do, and moves effortlessly from the soul's darkest nights to hilarity and back again without the slightest cracks appearing. Go to see her any place you can.
Dan Holloway (DI Reviewer), 14/03/12
Kate Tempest, Dead Poets & Open Poetry Slam | The Old Boot Factory, Tue 13 December 2011
Hammer and Tongue is one of the jewels in Oxford’s cultural crown, a homegrown event that has spread to eight venues across the UK, each of which take it in monthly turns to host the mix of open poetry slam, support act and headline poet (for whom this comprises a mini tour). This month’s headliner was Kate Tempest, billed as the UK’s queen of hip hop. Having watched pretty much every clip of her mesmerising poetry on YouTube, she was the reason I walked half an hour through rain and gales to The Old Boot Factory, a deliciously scuzzy shell of a warehouse venue replete with outside loo, buckets to catch drops from the leaking roof, and a door with no catch to welcome in the elements.
Dan Holloway (DI Reviewer), 14/12/11
Hammer & Tongue: Oxford's Poetry Slam | March 2009
Hammer and Tongue's new season sees it return to the Cowley Road, where it was born some years ago in the tiny, packed and sweaty basement bar of the Brickworks to co-founders Steve Larkin and Jim Thomas. The crowd's grown up a bit since then, so instead of standing room only, crowd-surfing comperes and a front row of spit-spattered faces, the audience lounges on leather sofas in an art bar whilst drinking Peroni on draught. It's all very sophisticated (and the rather good artwork is on sale), though the neon chip shop sign flashing through the window behind the stage reminds us that we're still at a pulsing node of Oxford's grassroots arts scene.
Liz Graham (Unverified), 03/03/09
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