Monday, March 30, 2009

Open Letter from the Supreme Lime to his followers

This letter was delivered to Steve Capelin aka the Lime King on the day of the 2009 Lime festival by an army of caterpillars dressed as Buddist monks. I (the Lime King) have been asked to read this to you and ask that it be heard in revered silence. The letter should be read with a strong and very bad Indian accent.

The Supreme Lime
The Sublime Lime Orchard
LEAVEN 28 March 2009

His Limliness says:
Dear dear dear and oh my goodness gracious
Greetings to you my very especially esteemed Lime King
And also to your most well intended and well endowed fellow Limists.

This letter may come as a very surprise to you – in case of which that will make us both very surprisable.

As you would be fully and comprehensively aware I am omnipresent and in the general matter of communication I am not inclined to writing.. In the very generally speaking sense, my very presence with you has been sufficiently sufficient to meet our both of us needs - yours a humble human needing to believe in something beyond your rear ended housing accommodation and mine to build a magnificently magnificent network of supporters to be assisting me in my quest to being acknowledged as the leading and divine lime and rightly royal Mahārāja of the vegetable and fruit dynasty. But more of that in a very little moment.

Firstly and first of all you may be wondering or not wondering as it is your worthiness to choose as to my unaccustomed accent.

When I was last in a speaking relationship with you I was in a very clever way masquerading as a tahiitan – no small feat for a rajhanastani maharaji. You may have wondered at the excessive use of eye enhancing kohl and my sideways waggling of the cranium in answer to your questions.

I have now find it necessary to inform you most humbly that I am indeed of Indian descent – my great great great great grand parents were uprooted from their native soil by most unscrupulous traders many many tangerines ago and transplanted to far away countries where they were bearing the fruit of their limes on foreign soil.

But I am full of too much informations and not too much communications. You might say I am in a digressing state of mind.
It is now time to return to the most at hand matter. World fruit and vegetable type domination.

oooh my esteemed Lime Maharaja, as my earthly embodiment I have totally faithfulness in your present and current strategy of building a group of dessicated followers who are passionfruit about spreading the good news. It is also pleasing to my esteemedness to be enjoying Princess Cherabine Babi Bebidorf’s rise to deity status.

But now to businesses. I am not a happy little vegelimelight (he he he – It is my funny little Australian joke) I am urging you and your vegelites to quadruple your redoubled efforts. I understand that the root crops have formed an undergrounding movement and are planning an uprising.

There is also rumours of unrestings in the extended fruit family. Even the tomatoes and avocados are claiming to have fruitable heritage and are in the joining of forces with Granny Smith and her nieces the Pink Ladies against me – such an innocuous naming but such terrible intentions beneath their skirts and skins. I am also fearing for our safety from the bent bananas and the foreign devils from Kiwi fruit land There is unseemingly behaviour happening on the ski slopes of the pavlovas and I am fearing that something very messy could be afoot and underfoot. . I urge you to harangue a meringue any time you can.

Please be excusing me but I am running out of juice here and my grammatical and spelling checker has just exploded from my computer. Sufficing it to say - that you must be getting down to the supermarket and all be speaking with one voices to the oranges and lemons and tangellos to raise them up to be revolting – remember there is more to being a Maharaja than merely being a mandarin.

And beware of the being confused by false propheteering – the Dalime Lima may be appearing in public waring citrus and saffron but he is not of the lemon or lime family – his is the colour of the bitters. This fact is being confirmed in code by the first six letters in his beloved Tibet Republics.

In closing I am hoping you will be enjoying your evening. Time is not limeitless. Let us be seeing some citrus insur-resurrection together.

May the Lime be with you.
Your Limliness
Supremo Limo

PS If Kevin Rudding is also speaking Portugese we would be pleasing to accept an apology on behalf of the stolen limes for our terrible injustices of the past 400 years.

Loani's wild Tea Cosies make a splash

Loani Prior of 'Wild Tea Cosy' fame has produced amazing creations each year for the Lime Festival since 2003. Each year her masterpiece is one of the prizes (among many other brilliant and hand made offerings) which is raffled to raise money for worthy causes. They are items much prized by Limists attending the festival. From top to bottom we have:

Carmen Miranda - the original was first created in 2003 and features on the cover of Loani's book. This is not the original. It is held in a vice like grip under secure lock and key in the kitchen hutch of Gerry and Nev Bebendorf.

The most recent, Lime Devotion, was created for the 2009 Festival and is now in the secure hands of Claudia "I've waited six years for this." Ward and her bemused husband Ian. Those of you who have seen it were very impressed. Now you will have to wait until March 2010 to see it again when it appears in Loani's nsequel.

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In 2007 Loani produced this extravagant piece - part flamingo, part phallus which was won by a young bloke with two young daughters who may one day ask the question "Tell us again how you came by this dad?"

See more of Loani's creations at her website:

An Denis Peel

An Apology.
The Lime Festival has created a strong reputation for performances of the spoken word which we have all contributed to at past festivals. But, alas, today I come to you totally free of inspiration and so can only offer you my apology.
I apologize to the traditional limers of this land. To the politically correct amongst us who may find this offensive I say… sorry. For I have been a busy man, what with an election last weekend, for which I say sorry, Laurie, and work and all.
But my biggest enemy in all of this has been the English language. As I try to teach maths to students trying to learn English I see looks of horror on their faces as verbs suddenly become nouns, and words that sound the same but are spelt differently, and words that are spelt differently but sound the same.
So, in my panic ridden state last night as the Lime Festival loomed I turned to the last refuge of the desperate: POETRY…. I am very sorry, sorry that this poem is rhymeless and almost completely limeless. I’ll just find my poetry voice, sorry Leonard.

Hearing Double.

I cried a thousand tears
Of your wedding cake
With mud
I pared a pair of pears
Into quarters of an hour
That’s thirty minutes south
Of the cape you wore that day.
I stood watch upon your wrist
As the tied knot undone by this
Threaded its way to the sea D E F
Gee it’s getting light

As the water empties out
For a duck beneath the waves of thought.
I’m hearing words that mean
The median strip that divides my mind
Into tables and chairs the meeting
Of the ways and means to the end post
Script for two panadol
And a good lie through your teeth
Then squeeze a lime to stone
Or in kilograms 12.81 for breakfast
And for that I make no apology.

Denis Peel (sorry).

The Fabulous Chorus Limes

The Chorus Limes backstage before their barnstorming performance on the back deck of the Festival site (our backyard) before an adoring crowd of friends and fans. Over an hour of rehearsal went into this! They were supported by the delightful acapella group The Juicy Limes.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

Live from the 2009 Lime festival

Another wonderful night in the ongoing and unfolding saga of the Lime Festival. Coming soon: Denis Peel's marvellous spoken word piece: "An Apology "; the letter from His Limliness the munificent Maharaja of Lime; news of the tomato revolt; full colour pictures of The Chorus Lime in action; and the winners of the Human Rights Film Festival Fundraiser Raffle - This year LimeAid raised over $250 to help bring this festival to Brisbane in 2010. Click on the collage to embiggen.

Thursday, March 26, 2009

Lynne of the Limelight

Lynne arriving at the Lime Festival as a spirit from the spirit country of Northern Australia - Gawa on Elcho Island.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

2009 Rehearsals

The Chorus Lime rehearses for their 2009 gig.

Girl power. And women power too.

Liminaries 6

The Inchape Street Lime Dance Troupe struttin their stuff.

Liminaries 5

Andrea, Queen of Limes, takes the citrus theme to its riotious limits.

Luminaries 4

Lynne in touch with her poetic side as MC of the Lime Fashion Parade. Poetry in motion.

Liminaries 3

Deanna - Captain Lime - strikes a pose for Lime Power and the role of the humble Lime in achieving world peace in a tonal world where all colours are respected equally.

Liminaries 2

Smoking jackets never die - they just await the return of bad taste.
Gerry and Nev, the foster parents of the Lime Festival, rise to even greater heights of festival fashion. What next?

Limenaries 1

What elegance. What taste. Gerry B, the surrogate mother of the Lime Festival at her deliciously yet deeply serious best.

Monday, March 16, 2009

2005 Laiku

Lime Festival 2005


The green leafy lime
Standing alone in the yard
Waiting to be picked

Lime aroma mixes
With the kitchen cooking smells
My stomach rumbles

Mick C

Luscious limes hang low
Branches heavy waiting droop
Bursting sunshine juice

Slice, grip, squeeze and turn
Ascorbic juice of citrus,
Lime drink down the hatch

Mally C

A figure standing
In a garden of fragrances
Looking for the lime

Thorns detour the cook
Till the lime he seeks to find
Is no longer there

From a few blossoms
On the autumn lime, comes fruit
For the party folk

Mick C (Apologies/acknowledgement to James Hackett)

Lime madness infects
Creative juice flows in bed
Lime dreams invade sleep

Possum magic seeks
Appetising fruit bowl hunt
Bites apple not lime.

Andrea L

Fantasies of lime
Wild wicked and unrestrained
Outrageously lime.

To health and beauty
Drink eat – use all its power
The skin zest juice – LIME

Gerry B


Tea and toast adorn
table set with marmalade
contented a few

“The lemon”

Three men and a beer
One with a pointy chin
follows in the rear.

Lynne D

Plant lime tree in shade
Treat with neglect and disdain
Reap what you sow

Citrus fruit, first bight
Sends shivers up my backbone
Shudders of delight.

Citrus haiku thoughts
Swing gently from my branches
Waiting for harvest

Steve C

Monday, March 2, 2009

Lime essence

A collage of images from the 2007 Lime Festival. Undoubtedly establishing a new benchmark in the fashion world.