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Vociferous
A program of poetry & exhibition of art
presented by the One in Five Creative Arts Association
The One in Five Creative Arts organisation in the Upper Mountains and Lithgow area has been operating since June 2010. This association has an eclectic membership made up mostly of those in recovery from mental illness.
Our name, one in five, represents the number of ordinary Australians who will at some stage in their lives, experience mental illness.
We aim to encourage creativity in our members and welcome poets, artists, photographers, writers, musicians and all creative people with a lived experience of a mental illness, as well as their carers and support people.
We meet once a fortnight on Tuesdays at 12:30pm at the Blackheath Area Neighbourhood Centre.

Provisional Program
SATURDAY
All day art show with paintings, photography, sculpture, jewellery, digital art, Video art. all art is for sale. We are including calligraphy of original poetry for sale.
Live poetry readings at 11:30am and 3:00pm for one hour each featuring seven poets.
Display of Wool Spinning.
SUNDAY
Poetry readings at 12:00 and 2:30pm featuring six different poets.
Live music:
All day art show with paintings, photography, sculpture, jewellery, digital art, Video art. all art is for sale. We are including calligraphy of original poetry for sale.
Both days will feature information on the One in Five Creative Arts Association with members present to answer questions and explain our philosophy.
Participating artists to include: Col Jennings, Ken Finch, Garth Clifton, Michael Searle, Sebria Lawrence and Sky Bogenhuber among others.
Presenting: Patrick Hromas
Patrick is a painter, draftsman and poet. Born in 1973. He graduated from the Canberra School of Art, ANU in 1996 after participating in a student exchange program with ENSBA (Paris) for five months. He is interested in contemporary surrealism, painting the nude and drawing horses. He has exhibited extensively in galleries in Sydney, most recently Marianne Newman Gallery, Crows Nest. Represented in the Macquarie University Collection, individuals in Sydney and India. Human/animal commissions welcome. His poetry has recently been included in the liner notes of a CD released by American publisher, POGUS. From early 2009 Patrick has been relocating to the beautiful Blue Mountains suburb of Springwood; where he now divides his time between painting, writing and performing poetry.

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Hybrid 06/12/10
Driving back In the inky Saturday night. Spring moon Beckons me like a white Rail semaphore as I’m engulfed In ebulence, listening to Sting An enemy spanning bridges Over chasms of sorrow. They will wash out morning’s Cadmium yellow daisies, Kate Bush’s feast – mangoes coming into Season – warming heart, head And the dusky blue air over a Sea of green. Acquiring this brevet, leaving Lamentations, I mused upon The earth’s fruit my mother So loved to soliloquise, shedding A tear, speaking of your hunger. An ocean so verdant the Firies Are prothesising grassfires, Impending doom as the slow Slough of memory cuts a swaithe To jasper oriental bowls, chimes your Polished brass bells. Jet locks, like all good County Cork bred Tuatha De, etherial in Presence; Graced in locomotion, stern in love. No wonder your ghost moved me, Undead instruction, eternal Cares, equating the carapice centre as I Knelt before Newgrange. A bold cowl Undented by gales or ages: An upturned curragh to enclose Cernunnos and Brighid forever, Inspiring Egypt and Dubliner alike. |
Bluetoothing Erebus 09/03/11
He sits in khaki In a state of disarray, Brow knot, head worry: With a shy scalp, like an Exploded pomegranate. Master Williams warned you. This means nothing to me Or the jasper jacked in generals Of sex both fine and coarse Who hold hands around Fair Desdemona’s neck. Percentage of words used in Shakespeare’s works. The public scorn ancient worlds At one with wonder, complexity And artifice. Yet I see No line like the dragons Maul to hew it from I, only the semaphore Of megabyte integration Shining quietly at daybreak.
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