Rosella Eating Seed

I am a bird lover. Although I am not  a twitcher as such I do marvel at them. I was just washing bottles for the recycling when a laconic rosella made itself at home on our drive way, finding plenty to eat amongst the weed and seed grasses. It was set upon by one of those awful miner birds: the other swooped in and chirped territorially. ( It is in the miner's nature and why they are in plague proportions.) The rosella brushed it off and continued munching before setting the other bird on its way. Even my clunking of plastic bottles into the bin didn't disturb this most beautiful parrot. The sun is setting down the road so as it crossed a sunbeam from the shadows I was treated to its plumage being set alight in the most wonderful orange red colours.

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I dive backwards
as I fall
my nails scrape the moon
screaming into the smothering void 
with my archaic tongue.


Dames 10th November, 2011

Conversation

wow i didn't know u had so many tattoos :) how r u doing! I am great thanks. Actually have been working on my ink a lot. ( I got 2 tatts in 2 days in KL, and 1 took around 9 hours.) I have 2, 1 on my back & 1 on my belly, that you can't see here. I am considering getting peace symbols all along my right fore arm to just below the tatt on my shoulder. How is life in the theatre ? haha, how did ure fascination with tattoos start? life in theatre is alright, life in the monastery was more fruitful. how abt yourself? whats new in life :) r u taking part in the "occupy the streets" campaign? i will if there is one in ...................! I'll happily join the occupy the streets campaign against the big end of town here in Adelaide, as part of my occupy myself campaign. I am finally going to complete a short story, and have decided prose is a better medium for me than poetry. I have also realised, to quote the venerable Mr Crisp, that "there is no great dark man." Quite the epiphany at 44. I would have thought that life in the monastery and theatre would have been equally fruity if not of necessity fruitful. My fascination with tatts started with my cocksucker tattoo: my tribal marking. I love the process of being inked, and when the tattoos are on my skin I find them incredibly beautiful. peace.

Grief In Its 6th

that last night,
watching you shower, entwined in you,
stretched cold and grey across a barren summer.
My eyes saw no horizon, the plane blinked into the night.
I hated caring

Up In The Air

I have of late had time to catch up with a couple of relatively recent films that have been sitting on my digital shelf for a period of time. The  films I saw in  recent days were : " There Will Be Blood"  and " Up In The Air "   I will give a few words to the first and write mainly of  the latter.


" There Will Be Blood" is in the end disappointing.  The penultimate scene and finale ruins all the craftsmanship come before it. I haven't seen such a pompous self indulgent ending to a film since the master of self importance Quentin  Tarantino's" Kill Bill 2". While Daniel Day Lewis and the supporting cast are, in part, excellent, they can not salvage the last stages of the film. Did we really need to be hit over the head with the rocks being chipped away at, at the beginning of the film ?


"Up in The Air" was referred to as "slight" in some reviews. I strongly disagree! Keeping in mind I have only seen " It's A Wonderful Life"; The director,Reitman,  strikes me as a modern day Capra. Gone are those optimistic days of the past but not the heart. The emphasis is placed on those who matter. As Clooney's character  delivers the bad news to the human baggage  being jettisoned by greedy corporations  the camera lingers on the saddest moments of all. Clooney's  performance is so  nuanced as to be effectively "real".  Anna Kendrick and Vera Farmiga would be tremendously under valued to be described as support. ( And I'll watch ANYTHING with  Melanie Lynskey, who plays an important part.)   A quick browse of IMDB or Rotten tomatoes will show the synopsis. It is a must see: hollywood with the smallest of aitches.

Apropos

I'll be your lullaby. I'll whisper kindness in your naked ear.

The Sort Of Quality on The Walls At Topham Mall

In My photos " Urban and Industrial" I refer to the brilliant Topham Mall Street Art Precinct,

Here is a photo of a piece from some months back.

It was preferable

When we were laughing a lot, when there was hope and neither of us were hurting.


But the lessons learnt were worthwhile.

Industrial & Urban

I love the grimy side of cities; although Silom itself was saddening: it looked great. The next shot is a stairway that doesn't quite make it to heaven taken nr the street art precinct, at least there is one, in Adelaide. The final is what remains of the old Myer shop site as taken on a trip to the loo ( read toilet) at "The Lounge" in Swanston St. , Melbourne

Local Park

Let's Start at the Very Beginning......

Well, not quite... I remember writing since I could, we all like to tell stories. The first poem I wrote in Grade 7, entitled " The Silent Cow" can only be reconstructed now, so losing it's original magic. I wrote throughout High School and also through my short stay at college. At college I  found the mix of performance art, collaboration and poetry lots of fun. This poem comes from that time. The year was 1986 & a certain green substance had just made its first impressions on me. It amazes me now that I wrote these words at 19, not out of any belief in artistic merit but for their presience.


Skywards


Swirling twists of golden dust,
caught, inflamed
 and became my lust


To catch the eddying light
I grew wings
and became iridescent flight


And, though I was beauty
with wings of icy, shimmering night
I couldn't hold the evasive glow
despondency broke my wings


Until the light chased me skywards
on a star filled kite
I swoop and turn
enfolded in a fire
that doesn't burn.


Dames &/or Frog, 1986, Salisbury, South Australia