Katoomba Folk: The Poet’s Breakfast 2006

Tap tap. Is this thing on? An attractive way to start the day, Coffee, tea, live radio. A crowd of early risers listening open heartedly to the mixed musings, recitations and recounting, performing and personifying, tellings of tales and good verse giving, all to the morning air at Katoomba.

This year the session was dedicated to the late Denis Kevans, the local poet of continuing presence. A characterful chap whom, by all accounts, was good folk.

The breakfast was good too. The engagement was good, the attention spans long and the audience affable. There it was, a living tradition, alive in the morning air, speaking through the PA; turns of phrase, plays of speech, current and restated. Out loud, out live.

The ears were there too. The ears had rolled out of bed, put on warm clothes, lobbed their lobes into town, found a seat and established a fine quorum.

Willing ears, attached to alert minds, warm hearts and ticket holding hands is no small score. And a reading was done. A culture manifest, perpetuated, refined. As easy as, mate. As easy as.

It was good to be in the presence of so many interested ears. I will go again, and if you haven’t, give it a go.