Hammer and Tongue

Oxford's monthly open poetry slam session, with guest poets.

May 14, 2013

Founded in 2003 by Steve Larkin and Jim Thomas, Hammer and Tongue first brought slam poetry to the crowds of Oxford. Since then it has gone on to open chapters in Bristol, Brighton, London, and Cambridge. Since October, Hammer and Tongue have been hosting heats at the Old Fire Station, pitting volunteer poets against each other with scores from audience judges determining the winner. Last night’s final saw eight of these battle it out to be crowned Oxford Hammer and Tongue Champion: Eric Coffin Gould, Dan Holloway, Davy Mac, Micah Isser, Anna Percy, Jen Russell, Stewart Taylor, and Kate Walton.

The finalists were extremely varied in style, leaving the decision-making subject to the whims of the audience judges. From Anna Percy’s gutsy feminist poetry, exemplified by her first poem, ‘The Woman who was all used up’ in which the protagonist dismantles each part of her body that could be objectified, leaving only ‘the ignored brain’, to Jen Russell’s kaleidoscopic representation of Glasgow’s western arcade.

Micah Isser narrowly missed out on being in the top two by going overtime in his first absurdist poem, leaving reigning champion Davy Mac and Stewart Taylor to battle it out for the title. Their styles could not be more different. Stewart Taylor won over his audience earlier by exalting first world problems while Davy Mac wooed them with a homeless oratorio. In the final battle, Mac chose a poem defending 18-20 year olds who cannot get housing benefits, while Taylor’s began: ‘do not mock the clog’. Whereas Mac’s poetry quietly defends the defenceless and wrestles with the injustices of today, Taylor satisfies himself with empty puns, stage gimmicks, and over-gesticulation. In the end, humour won out, with Taylor crowned winner.

The featured poet of the evening was the excellent Tim Clare, who bounded on stage with the energy of an untamed puppy. He created linguistic magic with poems such as the ‘Noah’s Ark and Grill’, an imaginary restaurant in which Clare wants to serve every kind of meat: ‘gorilla in the mystery meat / free willies in the pie.’ Clare is a master at employing punitive line-breaks for humourous effect and is an excellent rapper, as demonstrated in his mash-up reaction to three small-circulation magazines: Norfolk Brides, Small Furry Pets, and Tree News. Unexpected and vivid, his set was an undoubted highlight of the evening.


March 14, 2012

March of the Mad Poetry Hares: Anna Freeman, Jonny FluffyPunk & Open Poetry Slam | Old Fire Station, 13 March 2012

For 2012, Hammer and Tongue has a new venue, the Crisis Skylight Cafe in the new arts development at Old Fire Station, and whilst I loved the bohemian atmosphere of the Old Boot Factory, I have to say that for those of us who live out of town and rely on buses, or just those of us whose legs aren't as young as they used to be, the new location is fabulous, as is the cafe itself, which comfortably holds 70-80, has friendly staff, and supports a fabulous cause.

Hammer and Tongue is always notable for its friendliness, and last night it seemed more welcoming than ever, the fabulous hosting duo of Tina Sederhom and Lucy Ayrton (both of them poets and performers of exceptional prowess as well as marvellous MCs) on wonderful front of house form so newcomers to poetry slams and the oldest of hands felt equally welcome.

In addition to the excellent slam, personal highlights of which were Hannah Elwick's achingly moving performance (in her first ever reading, no less - watch this space!!), Paul Askew's delightfully surreal fabulism, and Davy Mac's unflinchingly honest heartbreaking poems about homelessness, the night's support act was the delightfully sui generis Johnny Fluffypunk, hilarious and insightful self-styled pastoral anarchist and one of the loveliest people you will meet in the already lovely world of poetry.

But the night belonged to the stellar headline act, Anna Freeman, one of the tiniest of tiny handfuls of poets to combine words that bear many rereading/listenings, efforless and engaging flow, and an emotional intensity and honesty that digs right inside your skin and your soul. She also does what so so few do, and moves effortlessly from the soul's darkest nights to hilarity and back again without the slightest cracks appearing. Go to see her any place you can.

Hammer and Tongue's new season sees it return to the Cowley Road, where it was born some years ago in the tiny, packed and sweaty basement bar of the Brickworks to co-founders Steve Larkin and Jim Thomas. The crowd's grown up a bit since then, so instead of standing room only, crowd-surfing comperes and a front row of spit-spattered faces, the audience lounges on leather sofas in an art bar whilst drinking Peroni on draught. It's all very sophisticated (and the rather good artwork is on sale), though the neon chip shop sign flashing through the window behind the stage reminds us that we're still at a pulsing node of Oxford's grassroots arts scene.

I've been a couple of times to the new location (Bar Baby, just past east Oxford health centre), once to catch favourite Mark Gwynne Jones (a softly spoken northern poet who 'tells' you each poem as if it were a story - which, of course, it is) and once for disturbingly insane Aussie Tug Dumbly (whose 'true' tale of what happened to him as a boy in the outdoor privy with a budgie and the Virgin Mary is enough to make your mind water). It's a privilege to be able to get this close to performers of such a high calibre in such an intimate space - an increasingly elusive quantity these days as venues expand and the only festivals you'd otherwise see these guys at are too pricey to get into. And then of course, there's the Slam. If you don't know what a Slam is - well, there's only one way to really find out: by taking part. Entrants sign up at the start of the evening, judges get ice-skating-style score cards, entrants take the stage for 3 minutes delivering their own poetry, and the judges mark their performance (to the boos and cheers of the audience). Unlike the old days when the winners got a homecooked meal from a random audience member, they now get the chance to take place in a high-profile finale where the prize is a performance spot at Glastonbury Festival. The other Joy of Slam is the fact that poetry careers are born here - and you get to watch future stars just starting out. Remember that nervous Oxford student shaking like a leaf whilst pouring her sapphic heart out? Now she's a regular Glastonbury festival performer, with professional bookings in London and beyond. (My current favourite is a young chap who is like a cross between Vancouver punkabilly poet The Minimalist Jug Band and Nick Cave.) Not to forget local stalwarts such as gently revolutionary US punk George Roberts, and feisty feminists Lizzie Mc. & Tina Beard - all of whom have that treasured ability to hold the audience's emotions in the palm of their hand. And not forgetting inimitable compere and co-founder Steve Larkin - the excellent poet and entertainer at the helm of this tight ship.

Hammer & Tongue is a monthly affair, traditionally on Wednesdays - usually a quiet night for gigs (unless Fuzzy's floats your boat), so your diary is bound to be clear. At only a fiver on the door - or £4 concs, or FREE if you Slam - can you afford to miss it?!

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