Message from Someone
Hello. Hello.
I’m recording this in the hope that someone, somewhere will hear my message and understand how I got to this point.
It all happened happened so quick quick. Lies spreading and swooping as diving contagion. Infiltrating every aspect aspect of life and existence.
And before we knew it knew it the world as we had known it was gone. Gone.
I’m here here and the sun has burnt burnt a hole in the Earth Earth like a kid with a magnifying glass, blazing the wings wings off insects.
There was warning warning. There were signs signs. There were pleas (please) All ignored. Easier to brush away the reality. But the lies keep spreading spreading.
Now they’re with you and around you. With you and around you.
Find me here
Hello Hello
Attic Attack
The dust of ages lies spread about over diaries of another life, muddled exercise books and dog-eared photo albums. I feel a chill from the storm brewing up outside as I unpack memories while re-boxing keep-sakes. This place is loftier than my present mind, which stays at ground-level; content to create non-physical reminders of relative prosperity. I put away the tired broom and put on my coat.
Sand
Sand with a texture like wine
Spills within the glass.
Never escaping the confines of
Pretty distracting boundaries.
Passing tides mark seasons;
Engagements, things to be done.
In the glass, in the glass,
Bearing coarse fruit and reminders
Old Father Time
“Old Father Time is what they called him. I know… well, ‘cos he was a watchmaker and a clock mechanic and had lived and worked in his repair shop for nigh on thirty years. And he definitely looked the part, silvery grey hair falling wild all over his head. Sometimes he’d cover them up with a wide-brimmed hat. A tidily drawn beard had been etched onto his face for as long as anyone could remember. The overall impression he gave off was one of quiet authority and patient calm. Underneath that peaceful exterior however, not all was so tranquil…”
Messages from a Different Dimension
Turmoil and disruption;
A failure to deliver and define
What some still want.
But what that ‘thing’ is
Remains obscured by spin and smoke.
Switching on the set,
Blurry words come fuzzing out
Declaring in oh-so serieux tones
A state of unquantifiable emergency,
And there’s a No-Way-Out fire in these here states, boyo!
For the love of the people,
For the love of the land,
What is this perverted newsflash?
12 hours ago it made no sense.
12 hours from now just as confused.
Creative updates…
…Hallo Hallo…
I realise I’ve left this blog somewhat lonely for a time. Anyway without further ado (is it ever with further ado? Perhaps there are times when a further ado is precisely what is required…) here is an update of my various activities.
I have been writing more over the last year or so. More poetry/lyrics/songs etc. Some of this output has found its way into the lyrics and vocal recordings as part of my work with the electronic collaborations Echo Rescue and Points of Convergence. More material to come from both projects, including video work as soon as I work out how to use my iPhone properly…
Apart from that I am writing short stories.
I have also been trying my hand at some extra (extra as in background extra for film and TV, not just additional) work. As a way to earn a little extra cash and explore parts of Sydney I wouldn’t normally visit, being part of a ‘background’ cast is good fun. I have done a few small/student works to try out a bit of actual acting as well, and hope to do some more.
So, that’s what I’ve been doing. Back to work.
Starfish review
I really liked this movie. It’s a bit of an indie affair with some art-rock weird stuff on the soundtrack, plus a kind of tripped out 1990’s late night TV vibe about it. Really strong central performance from Virginia Gardner, too.
My review is over at Flickering Myth. Have a read, go seek it out.
Shingle Bells
Robin laid an egg
Guidelines
Taking out the guide-lines and thinking for some time, I traced and tracked the elements that were clogging up the space. Always going up and down and round and inside-out; this devilry of notation was a job in itself. Here then, are the results of my endeavors:
1) Investigate – what is wrong?
2) Action – the lack of meaning?
3)Process – this is a fleeting thing.
4)Conclusion – it works better without guidelines.
