in the absence of war
November 11, 2009 at 6:49 pm | In blogging, writing | 4 CommentsTags: fundamentalism, writing for fun
and idling with neither provocation nor criticism, two things will result. An attempt to escape into fantasy or the creation of some utopia in which everyone can say whatever they want and everybody can listen to whoever they want. It is however a dangerous idea. It would involve making a distinction between a representative democracy and a democracy. You end up in anarchy, a temper tantrum of Shakespearean proportions, a whirlpool of emotion.
At some point self-censorship is required. This is in order to preserve the species. Morality is, at its heart, born of necessity. It does not require any God. It is a simple choice to act or to be acted upon. And the only stasis is death. Cold and brittle. There is no honour in victory he coughs, only in struggle. And the primary struggle is with the language. It is slippery and disobedient. And sometimes I do enjoy a good full stop.
correct attribution
November 9, 2009 at 6:47 pm | In australian poetry, poetry, writing | 8 CommentsTags: Michael, poetry
watching things that spin
of its own volition fans
the wheels on overturned bikes (flying over)
toy trucks
light switches on and off (linear causality
and control). find the house lit up like a Christmas tree.
a GP quickly ‘who dis’
appeared into another room
while the eye was distracted.
moving water at sunset twirling
down Kingscliff, where sister Lisa lived.
dealing with the underlying anxiety,
bewaring the pop-up effect!
look up, lights
linear causality control
flight, stars
caught on some wind
watching things that spin
of their own volition
(I want to call this first part, Poem For Michael. But I have to check with Michael’s mum.)
Tom’s new spectacles
November 7, 2009 at 3:07 pm | In australian poetry, contemporary poetry, poetry, writing | 13 CommentsTags: c, poetry, writing
Right, like you are looking him
straight, in the eye of the
obvious, hustling pool in
the Pineapple Hotel
pools of strange languid creatures
for whom the function of colour is
not abstraction but attraction
nines’in the corner pocket declared
thus tacitly doubling the risk
crossing the bar
always a complex
exercise in skiff
w/- crosswind
the barrister lying
in with his new tax free
dime a half hour reward which
licked its tongue
into the corners of the evening,
Joy!
November 6, 2009 at 7:48 pm | In blogging, genre isn't dead yet but it should be, portraits, video blog | 9 CommentsTags: crazy 60's effects, tagging
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The hole is more than the sum of its planets.
on not getting arrested
November 5, 2009 at 6:39 pm | In genre isn't dead yet but it should be, poetry, portraits, writing | 8 CommentsTags: that's not poetry squires, writing
Those heart starters are wild. Anyway, I found peace in immunity to deliberate provocation. A moment’s thought untyped. Without font as it were. I saw many go mad, quite literally and others fight till they were carried off somewhere. Returning only to be photographed on a balcony overlooking the sea, a wide hat, sunglasses, her collar turned up against the breeze and turning to me, there’s plenty of space between impro and discipline it seems, and smiling.
different senses, different shoes
November 3, 2009 at 8:03 pm | In writing | 10 CommentsTags: experiential poetry, fundamentalism, poetry, writing
unless you are a practioner of the dark arts emerging
schmooze leadened sense
from Bowen Hills
highhat bass and most important
esoteric referensh
perhaps in sullen sluggish chains led
regretful wriggling uncomfortable on its claws
look for two most
unexpected arrivals
rival twice
then be gone
The Engine Room
The Australian Poet Laureate- Three Quotes from Robert Adamson October 22, 2009
- The copyright question (2) October 7, 2009
- The Copyright Debate October 7, 2009
- Not all serious poetry is serious. September 30, 2009
- gingatao, the podcast
- While I was away September 22, 2009
- Where is everybody? August 29, 2009
- Eating Echidnas August 6, 2009
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