RUSSELL BLACK – on the precipice of oblivion

Hazlito was born when Russell died at age 55. On the precipice of oblivion, he found art. First painting, then poetry, then story writing. Through art, he could purge the angst that would otherwise take his body where his soul had already gone. He discovered a self that had not previously existed.

His early poetry was dark and nasty, painful and bitter. Better out than in. But, as he developed, he found, under the mud, was genuine creativity. Even some hope. Occasionally comedy.

Live Poets was his first step away from his misanthropy. A difficult transition that to this day is his only social interaction. He prefers reclusivity. People are not his favourite animal. He has six neuro diverse cats and a crippled Dachshund. He does not find offence in being called a mad cat lady.

Slam poetry has been a test of resilience that has been rewarded by the new connections it has brought him. Perhaps that story might inspire others to challenge themselves. Or perhaps, like Hazlito, just give them a reason to live.

A painter, poet, writer, maker, baker, cook, and gardener, Russell brings his poetry and himself  to Acid on the Microphone on Thursday 20 March, Mussel Inn. alanjahjah will open the evening with his music and will be followed by the live microphone session  (participants can register on the night from 7.00pm). Russell will take the stage a little after 8.30pm for a 30 minute set.