We’ve always enjoyed putting on poetry slams. The pace, the different voices, the range of subject matter, the audience reaction, the mysterious criteria behind each judge’s scoring. All that, and more, makes for a great night’s entertainment. In previous years, the Wolverhampton Literature Festival poetry slam – held at the city’s Arena Theatre in front of a packed house – has also had the added lure of some quite incredible prizes for the three poets in the final. Will they choose Sharon Osbourne’s autobiography (purchased for £1 from a Willenhall charity shop)? Or Geri Halliwell’s (ditto)? And who will get lumbered with Gordon Ramsay? And on top of this – because we’re not total cheapskates – there’s always the prize of a paid gig at the festival the following year for the winner.
This year, for obvious reasons, the slam moved on to Zoom. While we missed bringing all the magic of our favourite slam to the Arena Theatre (almost as much as we missed Dave Pitt running up and down the venue stairs to collect scores from our judges) it’s fair to say that last night’s event was probably the best slam we’ve ever done. There’s some stiff competition for that accolade, too.
Fifteen poets took part, and there wasn’t one duff performance. Every single one of them played their part in a cracking evening of poetry, and the judges needed the wisdom of Solomon to choose who’d go through from any particular heat. So congratulations to to Morgan Birch, Al Barz, Jane James, Libby Doyle, Michael Southan, Gracey Bee, Isabel White, David Bowden, Leanne Cooper, James Purchase, Anne Babbs, Priyanka Joshi, Diary of a Poet, Eleonora Natilii, and Matt Humphries for treating us all to some top-notch work.
In a closely contested final, Jane James and James Purchase were pipped to the prize by a quite dazzling performance from David Bowden (Word Guerrilla) who netted himself the winner’s medal, an imaginary copy of Gary Barlow’s autobiography, and a gig at the 2022 festival. Which means there’s already something to look forward to next year.
See you in the Arena Theatre then, we hope. Pitt, get ready for those stairs!