Nightwords Festival, Sydney, is to take place on 6, 7 and 8 March at the Sydney Opera House. Visit the site linked here and you'll encounter the face of Miles Merrill but the event promises a lot more.
Actually, this kind of grandstanding gets my goat, but competitiveness among poets is legendary, so this attitude should be taken with a grain of salt.
The event contains several elements, one of which ('Legends of the Word'), interestingly, is a retrospective of performance poetry in Sydney "from 60's beginnings to slamming present". Cool.
It may be a good idea to book early as I suspect space will be limited ("maximum seating capacity ranges from 220 to 350").
The flyer is bent. This is Peter's fault. Peter is a poet who reads regularly (the next event is on Wednesday 13 February at Sappho Books in Glebe).
Peter, Matt and I were talking outside The Friend In Hand tonight and Peter folded the flyer in two (you can see the creases if you click on an image). This is the kind of absent-minded act poets are prone to, especially when discussing weighty matters.
Peter and I disagree on many things but he read a wonderful poem tonight that originated in his youth. He started the poem 30 years ago and it chronicles an erotic moment, one of those plastic spaces that are available to all.