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You are viewing the most recent 20 entries October 22nd, 2009: . Gecko run Leather up Double demerit Won't apply to us This acid jumps Visions: Straight To connectedness 4 dimensions lock Gives me access to physics Pillion perfection Entranced by inane neon Big face wonderland I try to crawl beneath the wharf Back to the swells of my mother Milky green First memory I sit at the harbour, looking out to sea Watching you, watching me Distributed through the warm tunnels Describing sine waves, curlicues Tonight's evil wind Rouses the goddess Razes the chocolate factory near us, and Gets up underneath my helmet Tags: poetry : Skibinathy Dark orders of roads I miss your home A smokey cathedral in an industrial town I miss the moment you were found I'm trying to take myself back there Have a gathering with the family I get flashes of memory By its very nature, always superior Bost, Heron, Jean, Mandolini The five of us Five-pointed star Tags: poetry : From a Year Ago While I wasn't looking the world has changed Great swathes of innocence lost and rearranged The nights can be so dark Poets predators addicts Always good for a muse I am blushing in the bleachers for the world's bloodless hue Eternal hobo Reliant on long dead men The decision of a valiant child Forced into the company of children Tags: poetry March 30th, 2009: . F.I.L.T.F I'm whispering words to your sun I know he's a flake But I don't need him that way I just sense him out there On the streets of Redfern Guitar in hand Palming away Proffered blow trade Gleefully singing I'm Only Sleeping Black Star And His own songs His own songs now I know where he goes When nobody knows And I'm talking to him Crying really I call & he comes Sits by me on the steps His arm on my legs And I confess "I'm in love with your father, And I don't want to be. I don't want to be." Cash just listens As he always does Thinking deeply Prior to speaking As he always does And by the time I'm leaving I've let you go again Enough to be standing before you In your hall again Laughing with excitement At being with you again Ah, there's the rub ... Because letting go like this Is the essence Of a most potent and Powerful love Tags: poetry December 31st, 2008: . Cowboy, you've changed me Cleansed the pages Given me pause You feel like someone I lost long ago A home Mythological Ex-drunk, ex-junk Simultaneously Whet my appetite, silence me A bad influence You said it Break my boundaries I said it I want it All of it Your impressive sons The acid The bike The beach Their friends And The sex One of those rocks People break against Bringing out my best Wild loyal razor sharp Gentle powerful hard I'd give you anything If only that was what you need Tags: poetry December 2nd, 2008: Life of R They say I'm like your big sister That's where I fit in The House of Love The five of us But they say you also have A crush And I think of someone I once knew Who got their boundaries mixed-up Their responsibilities Altering me So I look with double vision always Their eyes and mine It can be a bit weighty But I don't mind I've worked on integrating But sometimes It is weird I'm a bit weird Always carrying the extra information In my energy field My eyes and my eyes All my different sides Tags: poetry November 29th, 2008November 17th, 2008: Linden Pirates Ahoy Captain Me Captain You Believe I have an 80 foot galley So you offer to crew Young hot smart You're in my bed Where we spend all day Falling in love Just this once Ships in the night Tags: poetry, relationships July 1st, 2008: Pattern Recognition Am re-reading Pattern Recognition, William Gibson's novel from 2003. Went searching for a site which might have possibly re-created "the footage". Probably best I couldn't find it, as when I googled the Buzz Rickson's jacket the main character wears, it did not match the minimalism I had envisaged. I picture "the footage" to be Tarkovsky-esque, particularly since Stalker is mentioned in the first 5 pages. (My default icon is a still from Stalker btw.) In other news, tonight I saw the first edit of the film I helped make a couple o weeks ago. Tags: art, film, novels, sci-fi June 10th, 2008: Bonus Photo The new kitten is making hell for Moxy, the established Siamese (see cat in film), so this sign was put at cat height to encourage them to ... Tags: friends, humour : Film Shoot This really was an amazing experience I learnt a whole lot of new stuff about making a film, but the best bit was the dedicated and talented crew. It has always been a dream of mine to work collaboratively with artists in this way. Some crew. The Director is on the right. We shot in the bowels of the old insane asylum at Roselle which is now SCA. On set. The film deals with women, hysteria and depression, incarceration, sexual repression. I skimmed a recent text called Mad, Bad and Sad: A History of Women and the Mind Doctors from 1800 for research. Cat Wrangling Tags: art, creativity, film, friends May 18th, 2008: Painting in Progress Has been 10 years since I've painted, so initially I was a little daunted. Seems you never forget. Has also been great to be around a group of painters. This is the original photo I am working from. And this is the painting so far. Tags: art, creativity, painting, work April 28th, 2008: Potential New Job I've just applied for a pet sitting job which I think I will probably get. I'll be looking after everything from goldfish to rottweilers. Perfect for me really, with my big crazy house, lots of time and solo hours. Tags: jobs January 31st, 2008: Passionate Elf Stop weaving your spells You mad magician So I'm falling to my knees every time you walk in And with a flash of your eyes you have me weeping So? So I know You may be a magician But maybe I'm the wiser of us two A burden I carry For the maelstrom fizz I get when you're within 10 feet Every word we exchange is potent Infinite potentiality riding something Which transcends our bodies, our deaths You are pure dynamism to me Even with years of depression, even when Your territory extends only a few square km You are the most alive thing ever I've never said I wasn't a sucker Of course it overwhelms me Of course I've struggled to solve the riddle, the enigma I've broken apart to be the strongest soldier of them all To stop the stone breaking down the wood Knowing all the time what I risk But just maybe this time, soldier, you have met your match Tags: poetry January 22nd, 2008January 15th, 2008: Dazzle Eighteen months And I'd clean forgotten the gentle forgetting In the weeks after I waited for the dust to settle It's been time enough To only vaguely remember How we connect But I remember enough to see you again Ha! Friend Brother, lover, uncle, child Country boy country girl Travel shared hunger world You're off to Africa Always leaving And I'm surprised to experience exactly the same feelings An energy of great suppleness Like your body which seems to have become younger You split me with laughter, you Rant your convictions, you rock the Child sending spume around the room Yet gentle fusion; there's no lurching with you You're used to your great heart Said yes to that years ago You say I drive like a man You jerk-off over my photo You can tell when I'm lying All night, you tell me story after story And it's like before, With the whales I dream your stories I can smell you now And when you said you wouldn't sleep in the car I smiled to myself and soon listened to your peaceful breath Breathing deep and singing softly to myself Watching the train you missed fly under the bridge All around me, the blessings were falling Your genius is in goodbye Tags: poetry January 2nd, 2008: Apologies to anyone with bogan rootz but I am getting much black humour from personalised numberplates, which I have been taking notes on for the last month. Driving through Doncaster at midnight, we couldn't help notice the white Mazda convertible, driven by a fella in stone-wash apparel, with sunglasses sitting on a blond-tipped crew. And the plate as he edged closer towards the lights, was ... BUCKZ. Outside Jcar, Coburg, I photographed this And we saw this at Coburg shops on Christmas eve which, my friends, probably takes the cake, with it's hot pink stone wash molding, and plate KPTRYIN Other favourites include a hot pink caddy I followed home from work on Sunday which said PNK PNY. And two the ever vigilant Bunsen sent down from Darwin COLDROC and RARBIT My New Year's wish is perhaps a little bankruptcy amongst the CUB*s (*Cashed-up Bogans) Tags: journal December 31st, 2007: Stars by Emily Bronte Ah! why, because the dazzling sun Restored our Earth to joy, Have you departed, every one, And left a desert sky? All through the night, your glorious eyes Were gazing down in mine, And, with a full heart's thankful sighs, I blessed that watch divine. I was at peace, and drank your beams As they were life to me; And revelled in my changeful dreams, Like petrel on the sea. Thought followed thought, star followed star, Through boundless regions, on; While one sweet influence, near and far, Thrilled through, and proved us one! Why did the morning dawn to break So great, so pure, a spell; And scorch with fire the tranquil cheek, Where your cool radiance fell? Blood-red, he rose, and, arrow-straight, His fierce beams struck my brow; The soul of nature sprang, elate, But mine sank sad and low! My lids closed down, yet through their veil I saw him, blazing, still, And steep in gold the misty dale, And flash upon the hill. I turned me to the pillow, then, To call back night, and see Your worlds of solemn light, again, Throb with my heart, and me! It would not do--the pillow glowed, And glowed both roof and floor; And birds sang loudly in the wood, And fresh winds shook the door; The curtains waved, the wakened flies Were murmuring round my room, Imprisoned there, till I should rise, And give them leave to roam. Oh, stars, and dreams, and gentle night; Oh, night and stars, return! And hide me from the hostile light That does not warm, but burn; That drains the blood of suffering men; Drinks tears, instead of dew; Let me sleep through his blinding reign, And only wake with you! Current Mood: December 2nd, 2007: . This is the bit where I face the moment The shadow, The still shifting splitting wires. No sand In the pizza please. And the man of the moment, Can we bring that to love. More grasses, more barbs, Just listening, looking, But that's not what they do? And to feel worthless, of course, How many times to feel that in a lifetime. And there is no horizon of light bells The operas, the ballets, The perfect moments. 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