WARRAGUL OR BUST....
Last Saturday I ventured to the wilds of Warragul. Not that Warragul is particularly wild, in fact it is very civilised. The area teems with poets and writers, artists and artisans. (Something I noted for future adventures). But on Saturday I travelled for Cafe Arts, held in the Warragul Community House. It is a very enjoyable way to spend your afternoon (and this one was very grey and sodden). Hosted by the one and only Yvette Stubbs, part of the enjoyment is that you never know what you are in for. The feature was poet Olive Lyon, a veteran wordsmith who took us on wildly travelled journeys. From being bombed as a child during the war - to haiku, from the wonders of love - to pondering on the life lived. There was also a varied and exciting open stage. We had poets, singers, guitarists, and a cello and clarinet musical duo. It was also where poet Jean Marler launched her book 'The Proper Study'. One of those collections that are great to dip into. All offered their ...