Saturday, June 2, 2012PROPHECYI dance with the beast I do not name of meat and bones and righteous rage; a mean eyed, angry stamping thing that shakes the floor and makes ears ring; that stares down mediocraties and rages for ascendancy; a herd stampede through all my frame that leaves me weak and near insane; a force that... Sign in to see full entry.Thursday, May 31, 2012RESIGNATIONI will not go down the mine today, those rocks are all too heavy. I'm tired of my eyes knowing so much dark; they're forever blind in the daylight. I will not go to war with the hammer and roar of chisel hard chipping at midnight. I've never found gold in those desperate holes and I've known no... Sign in to see full entry.Saturday, May 26, 2012RETIREMENT OF AN EXPLORERIt was quite a thing to be at home, with the wind rapping promises at window panes, and his mind full of sails and horizons and the great life stammering through departure to return. He had written books, as though words could mirror oceans, and his maps of foreign shores were universally acclaimed.... Sign in to see full entry.Thursday, May 24, 2012MIND MAPThings to include in a map of the mind: prodigal avenues populated by fictive ghosts that claim to offer truth; strange forests and murmured world words that declare a deep allegiance; the grave of gods and other self-created expectations; the roadside clutter of spent ideas and eras that have... Sign in to see full entry.Tuesday, May 22, 2012LOOKING FOR RHYTHM / FINDING SPEEDI walked around all day looking for the rhythm; tossed up old memories, like dust heavy rugs, but there was only small change underneath. I ate lunch early. There was bugger all to eat. The tomatoes didn't help. The toast offered that subtle consolation of perfect melted butter on the tongue. Greasy... Sign in to see full entry.Friday, May 18, 2012CROSSING OVERI had an intimation of this loss when I was a schoolboy catching ferries, and I would watch the crewman coil the rope that had secured us: solid shore adrift and all that churning thrust from engines firing just below the deck; pushed out beyond to drift and turn and make our river crossing. We were... Sign in to see full entry.Wednesday, May 16, 2012HOWLIN' WOLFSix foot six and bull muscle fierce: the stage is barely big enough for that man, who looms over the mike like the genesis angel over water. He peers out, takes a measure of the room, brings the harp up to his lips to start the murmuring: Something coming right out of the night, the sound his Mamma... Sign in to see full entry.Monday, May 14, 2012COMPOSITIONMy old fat typewriter held, in its belly, a silver spindled chorus line of letters. On late nights, when everything felt lost in that certain dark of neatly ordered suburbs, my fingers worked and words were high kicked onto pages. There was hope in that midnight sound and hope in the black pressed... Sign in to see full entry.Tuesday, May 3, 2011getting what you wantThese past few months have been interesting and all about trusting instinct. I quit my full time job and joined a casual community care agency. It seemed like a viable way of earning money and making room for writing. The agency work has turned out to be pretty hard going so I've kept looking around... Sign in to see full entry.Wednesday, March 30, 2011like mixing paintYesterday I resigned. It's the third resignation in the space of about 12 months. I'll be working as an agency person for a while: going to peoples' houses who need some support, sometimes filling in shifts at organisations. Agency work gives me back some autonomy and flexibility and I want that... Sign in to see full entry. |
