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A bit of poetry slam. A good portion of acting. And a pinch of magical twenties time travel. That's the Fusion Slam: Dead vs. Alive at Ballhaus Wedding.

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At the Fusion Slam, the Kiezpoeten bring poetry slam together with changing other arts. More crossover than competition. Because even if you decide in the end which side wins - today the poetry of living slammers fuses with the poetry of dead masters - masterfully presented and performed by actors. Dead vs. Alive fuses the words of classical and postmodern poetry, the live performance of poetry slam and the expressiveness of theater.

Ballhaus Wedding brings this extraordinary show to a hall that could not be more appropriate: Between chandeliers and peeling plaster, gold-adorned entrée and, well, Wedding halt.

What is the Fusion Slam Wedding?

The Fusion Slam Wedding is the Kiezpoeten format for crossover shows and extraordinary poetry slams: Every month we surprise you with a different art that enriches the evening: Art song, acting, impro theater, stand-up, piano and jazz are planned... And don't worry: if you like a format particularly well, we will of course repeat it!

Where does the Fusion Slam take place?

The regular location of the Fusion Slam is the Ballhaus Wedding - a deadly chic hall for about 150 guests, near Osloer Straße. So Wedding finally gets its own regular slam again. Only, as befits Wedding, a bit different from other slams. From time to time, the Kiezpoeten will bring the Fusion Slam to other locations for "away games": For example, in April 2022 to the Schwarzsche Villa Steglitz, with the format Agorá: Kunstlied meets Poetry Slam.

How can you perform here?

For most editions of the Fusion Slam at Ballhaus Wedding, there will be 1-2 slots on the Open List - depending on the edition, mostly on the poetry side, but sometimes also on the "other" side. Just check for the tag "Open List" at the respective event and register via
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