WORD HURL IS A MONTHLY WORD AND POETRY NIGHT HELD AT THE TERRACE BAR ON HUNTER ST. IN NEWCASTLE.
You may have discovered Word Hurl by chance while wandering into the Terrace Bar one Thursday evening when hunting for that boutique beverage fix and neat little hipster hide-away in the heart of the city. Or maybe you head in especially to get a fix of attention while you stand in front of a captive audience and speak aloud your newest poetry piece. Or maybe you just like to listen and watch.
If you are none of those three we recommend you book in the First Thursday of the Month and check it out.
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Oliver Pink is a gentleman Novocastrian who has been telling tales since before he could write, composing poems long before he could type, and acting almost constantly since his youth whether he’s actually on stage at the time or not. With a mind that likes to submerge itself in the murky waters of knowledge and a gaze that is turned perpetually into the keyholes of locked chests buried deep inside the human heart, Oliver’s writing is rarely free of darkness and almost never has a happy ending. Except that one thing he wrote about clouds; that was nice I guess.