Performing tonight at Garema Place for the Mindscapes Festival.
The festival kicks off at 16:00, runs through to 22:00
My 15 of fame begins at 17:15
Be there!
Saturday, November 20, 2010
Zine Launch!
Today!
My Zine "Heavy Selfish Verbs" is released today at the Mindscapes Festival, in Garema Place Civic, available from the merchandizing table.
Zines are only $2.00 and due to the mass hysteria surrounding them (hysteria is, at this stage, only suspected of occurring) you better get in quick and purchase one - or better yet, buy all of them at two dollars a pop and scalp them to the hordes of ravening teenage fans for four dollars or a quick gobby out back.
My Zine "Heavy Selfish Verbs" is released today at the Mindscapes Festival, in Garema Place Civic, available from the merchandizing table.
Zines are only $2.00 and due to the mass hysteria surrounding them (hysteria is, at this stage, only suspected of occurring) you better get in quick and purchase one - or better yet, buy all of them at two dollars a pop and scalp them to the hordes of ravening teenage fans for four dollars or a quick gobby out back.
Thursday, November 18, 2010
of Deserts and Dingoes
Earlier this year my girlfriend and I
rage quit our jobs
packed a car with a tent and a box of cider.
we drove westerward
the desert spread itself before us
a ginger cat in front of the fire
pinking us with its vermillion reflection
igniting the love between us so all those we left behind
could only see out smoke.
The rolling silver wok of the astra
spat out the hot ribbon
of eaten bitumen miles
Four wheels, four doors
four cylinders and the two of us
and a road that stretched forever
towards the Never Never.
on either side the endless desert
bounded only by the shimmer and the sky
one could easily get lost out here
disappear into the dreaming
the desert monotony of
desert desert tree
desert desert tree
desert desert desert
OFFICER! OFFICER!
A dingo ate my girlfriend
A dingo ate my girlfriend
A dingo (with a sledgehammer)
A dingo with a sledgehammer ate my girlfriend
Cut her up and cooked her on the cooling engine hood
A dingo ate my girlfriend
I'm like what the fuck??
so I tried some myself.
rage quit our jobs
packed a car with a tent and a box of cider.
we drove westerward
the desert spread itself before us
a ginger cat in front of the fire
pinking us with its vermillion reflection
igniting the love between us so all those we left behind
could only see out smoke.
The rolling silver wok of the astra
spat out the hot ribbon
of eaten bitumen miles
Four wheels, four doors
four cylinders and the two of us
and a road that stretched forever
towards the Never Never.
on either side the endless desert
bounded only by the shimmer and the sky
one could easily get lost out here
disappear into the dreaming
the desert monotony of
desert desert tree
desert desert tree
desert desert desert
OFFICER! OFFICER!
A dingo ate my girlfriend
A dingo ate my girlfriend
A dingo (with a sledgehammer)
A dingo with a sledgehammer ate my girlfriend
Cut her up and cooked her on the cooling engine hood
A dingo ate my girlfriend
I'm like what the fuck??
so I tried some myself.
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
Act Poetry Slam Finals
Friday the 12th of November Saw the ACT POETRY SLAM FINALS
held at SMITH'S BOOKSTORE.
With the 2 highest scorers going through to the Nation Poetry Slam (held in Sydney in December) the small free space was a swarming mass of poetry fans, poets and poet's family members all eager to see who would win entry into the national slam (and the continental breakfast)
My poem "Of Deserts and Dingoes" seemed to be divisive amongst the judges and received an even spread of good and bad scores.
The night belonged to Raphael and to CJ, with excellent reception from the audience.
CJ's poem on the real Canberra, although finishing second, deserves special mention, as running as the third poet on the night, he was able to overcome the score-creep that mars all poetry slams.
RiotACT have recorded the performances and up loaded them to youtube
held at SMITH'S BOOKSTORE.
With the 2 highest scorers going through to the Nation Poetry Slam (held in Sydney in December) the small free space was a swarming mass of poetry fans, poets and poet's family members all eager to see who would win entry into the national slam (and the continental breakfast)
My poem "Of Deserts and Dingoes" seemed to be divisive amongst the judges and received an even spread of good and bad scores.
The night belonged to Raphael and to CJ, with excellent reception from the audience.
CJ's poem on the real Canberra, although finishing second, deserves special mention, as running as the third poet on the night, he was able to overcome the score-creep that mars all poetry slams.
RiotACT have recorded the performances and up loaded them to youtube
Sunday, October 31, 2010
Poembombing the national gallery
At the National Gallery of Australia I left a Poembomb on the wall of the childrens gallery for the exhibition "life death and magic, the 2000 years of art in south east asia".
The exhibit had many relics that have been removed from tombs that now 'belong' to galleries the world over.
Where now do your bones lie
That once with honour laid?
Your coffin is empty
And in our gallery displayed
The exhibit had many relics that have been removed from tombs that now 'belong' to galleries the world over.
Where now do your bones lie
That once with honour laid?
Your coffin is empty
And in our gallery displayed
Monday, October 25, 2010
Neologos of the new the aeon
The word: Extrademential Travel
Meaning:
1) A trip the olds take and they realize half way they cant remember where they are going, or where they coming from. See also Ditch-Bed and Roadside grave
2) A granny-bus for weekend trips, often to Canberra for Floriade, but possibly anywhere to buy souvenir spoons and complain about the plastic wrapped sandwiches not being quarter-cut.
Meaning:
1) A trip the olds take and they realize half way they cant remember where they are going, or where they coming from. See also Ditch-Bed and Roadside grave
2) A granny-bus for weekend trips, often to Canberra for Floriade, but possibly anywhere to buy souvenir spoons and complain about the plastic wrapped sandwiches not being quarter-cut.
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