creative conversations - Poetry

Frayed

1/23/2015

Nearly there

End of end, beginning of beginning

Inhabiting the bit between

The last part of the immeasurable length of string.

Afraid I'm frayed, splaying unraveled

Ticking off tasks as fractal recreational pursuit

Sucked into a gravity well whirlpool spinning faster and faster

Reaching infinity at my event horizons

Singularity

Possibilities expand and contract

Concertina reality played on a piano accordion

Dive in, make your bed, lie in it and face the music

Glasses

1/22/2015

This moment of experience is a commemoration of another.

Yesterday, I put on my glasses for the first time.

The world leapt from one reality to another.

Quantum shifting in a newly discovered multidimensional universe.

on,off,on,off on and into a framed world of unfamiliar verisimilitude.

Off and back to the familiar, disturbingly imperfect.

Reality five seconds ago wasn’t so disturbing, it was indescribable it ... was.

What else lurks nefariously within the march of technology’s inexorable procession.

What unknown unknowns are we waiting for?

I didn’t mind reality I’m not sure how much improvement I can take.

In its defence I could start the reality preservation society.

When I left the lair of the Optomo-terroist of reality.

I stared at a stone wall, lichen, textures, bits of wood stuck in cracks. A tapestry of history, ecology and patterns.

I watched an insect climb, protuberant pincers waving, tiny fur quivering and 8 presumedly perfect compound eyes staring back at me.

That night for the first time, just imagine, for the first time, I saw the stars

All Gone Now

1/20/2015

The spaces are empty of materialisms

Resonating with memories as a drum cavity

Men came, packed, boxed, lifted, loaded, and drove away

Possessions whisked to an unseen oasis

Lucky dip houses, roulette of realty

Remote desert living awaiting

A snake in the grass or a bird in the hand

New directions on Ngaanyatjarra land

Moving House

1/19/2015

The epitome of cosmopolitanism is moving house

This is my twentieth move

I’m so damn cosmopolitan

Feet aching like pincushions

The common denominator of all moving experiences

Mind lags behind feet into a mush of aimless treading motion

I moved literally across the road once

It didn't make anything the slightest bit easier

Treading like the seven dwarves to work but without a merry whistle and only myself

I moved all my possions wrapped in one orange blanket

Helped by a man in a van

It was still painful, moving caused by a misunderstanding about spoons

Now I'm moving to the desert

Separating my bits from the liminal space of artistic residency

Taking everything, needing half

I don't have the time

I just have sore feet

Singapore

1/18/2015

Contrasts of collaborative culture,

Curtailed by restrictions, roads, and political rationales.

A pressing of mobs, simmering hyper fluid.

Multieverything in multiple everywhere.

A fractal canvas permeates island reality

Steamed pork buns are ubiquitous.

But locals tell me proper meals need rice

Kalaidascipic snacks sent from all the island state's neighbors to sponge up just a few of the sloshing export dollars.

Husbands second wives are only a boat ride away.

My taxi driver pumps the accelerateder as if it were double kicks on a base drum

If you want to protest your'll require a permit

I needed a permit to sleep in my hammock

Poor, time rich satellite suburb life

Or

Rich, time poor finance nine to fivers

A place for everyone

But a rising tide of inequality does not lift all boats

A fragility remains. Imported by the export economy

Singapore a dandelion upon global trade winds

Rollercoaster

1/17/2015

Shot through my list of tasks yesterday like an AK47

Imperfectly, at random, and sputtering

Bullets of effort tumbling

Injuring the monstrosity of inertia

Today my imperfections hurt

War wounds of engagement

Left weak by having less to do

Emotions leap at sharp shadows

Small tasks become tests

Relaxation impossible

I'm strapped into a roller coaster

Wedged between my mind and body

Urban Irony

1/16/2015

What is the city

But exponential irony

Contrasts that conflict

Amidst multitudes of space(s)

On a skyline walkway

Leading to a hub

I veer away from an uncertain Chugger

Charity mugging with clipboards, passion, and shtick

Has become a growth industry in a city of struggles

From an elevated parking fortress

Aggressive barked commands below

Peeking reveals a river of people

Handicapped with boxing gloves

A rainbow stream of perspiring participants

Dodge cars, round a tree, sprinting away from their drill sergeant and back to doof studio

In the pedestrian mall of Murray st

Buskers leak out of summer days

Self conducting didge player

Chalk artist drawing war on the asphalt

Guitar singers clumped too close for anyone to be happy

And a golden statue sitting complacently, with a guitar, listening to the radio, while small children stare

By the train station a silent teenager

Sits silently with a homeless sign

Across from her chat a man in a suit

A lady in a sunflower yellow dress

With their sign saying

What does the bible really teach?

Is it city life to self-alienate from irony

It becomes your invisible stain

visible only to visitors

ephemeral views of liminal truth

Taking the Piss/Entropy Reversed

1/14/2015

I unravel the threads and tie off the loose ends of the gordian knot of reality.

Pausing for passing temporal rivers of understanding. Good things take time.

Waxing lyrical like Toussade’s posing imposters of identity. statements of context refrain from appearing and prohibiting grandiose hindenberg inflated pomposity from self-immolation.

hark hear bare ears leer at a meer seer of queer assonance

A hammered grammer bard stammering shards of glass

cuts cavernous ruts, hazardous lazarus lasting scars to psyche’s past,

present, pending.

Tending to our garden of mind, furrowing the fallow.

let us be mellow when not rapaciously weeding miscreant mosses, furled ferns and premature posies.

A garden unfought beautiful will explode with

Life destroying order. Entropy reversed

Remote Induction

1/13/2015

Australia but palpably different

It was in the interests of the impoverished 1932 mission to have the Yarnangu living their traditional life and bringing them dingo scalps for bounties of sugar and flour

No ethnocide here, women’s business, men’s business, living in Ngaanyatjarra paradise

Draw your own lines in the sand

24/7 professionalism as you're living in your very own Truman show

Especially in the wet

Your’ll need to make a sanctuary, find a hobby, internet shopping perhaps

Care packages from friends, why does everyone think we have no vegemite here

Housing, union, and 4wd course, with 13 weeks of prac and three flights out in a grad dip there is little chance of being bored

Better internet, gobs of Foxtel, visions of watching the 2015 rugby world cup with the kiwi school principle. My infrastructure seems to have improved in the remote hub of Warburton

My learning looms immensely overshadowing me with humble shade

I never take the easiest path, I always choose adventure

Vegan Warehouse Cafe

1/12/2015

A sack-barrow waits at the door

Telling us to wait to be seated

Muted toned apron covering cubist abstract leggings leads us to a garnished table

The cavern rises above me

Rafters and beams speckled with history

Chai with handmade macadamia milk

Cows move over, this cafes vegan

Raw nachos with hand cut corn

Sour cream that's not cream

Is it soy yoghurt perhaps

Guacamole sates me

Thank the heavens guacamole is vegan