Rare & Vacant Hour
"I am avalanche since I am big and white and knock things over and go whoooosh a lot and cover a lot of ground with much roaring and gusto and wheeling and spinning. By definition: a mountain getting its rocks off." (Ivan Gabriel Rehorek aka Avalanche)The Beat and Romantic traditions live on in the poetry of Ivan Rehorek (aka Avalanche), a veteran performer whose saxophone accompanied throaty-voiced delivery quickly galvanized Adelaide South Australia's poetryscene. Genuinely engaging, Avalanche quickly found a position on the committee of Adelaide's poetry establishment - Friendly Street - co-editing that year'santhology, his "cats" series of poems being especial favourites of both the city's poetry establishment and the burgeoning underground scene.In quick time he assembled his first book of verse, edited by veteran poet Dr. Graham Rowlands. Not content with the mainstream, "Avalanche" continued toperform on the underground circuit, contributing the cover art to transgender author Teri-Louise Kelly's ARTS-SA sponsored spoken word CD 'Love in Words andFeet'. For his debut work, A Rare and Vacant Hour, Rehorek assembled a collection of popular performance pieces and never before seen works assembled during his years as a beat club performer.
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