I have a strong disliking for poetry slams. They're up there with child abuse and mass murder. Well, maybe slightly below them. Slightly.
If you don't know what a "poetry slam" is and you're a complete bastard like me then you've had a lucky escape from this particular potent art form. Until now: it's a competitive form of poetry where people frequently "rap" their words to hide their emptiness.
Like Batman ("To defeat fear you must become fear"), I aim to defeat this evil by infiltrating it and corroding it from the inside. As such I have agreed to take part in a poetry slam organised by poetic pie-poker Claire Askew. The line up actually has a number of very decent poets who I'm hoping have a similar regime. They can be my Robins.
March 30 · 7:00pm - 10:30pm
The Banshee Labyrinth
The Milky Way
The vacuum of my soul
If you come and vote for me then you too can have a part in saving Gothburgh from total annihilation.