Category Archives: Poetry

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.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shingle Bells

Well it’s definitely not Xmas…
But how about some Shingle Bells…
A reactivation of childhood illness,
A waking up of what used to be known.
How many other viruses lay dormant
Dutifully waiting for just the right time?
I like to think I think outside myself
But give the body an itch
And it’ll take a mile…
Shingle Bells, Batman Smells
Robin laid an egg
And when it hatches
The world will change
And become a different place
Repeat… forever and a bit.

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.

 

 

 

Shrink wrapped

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It’s oh so easy
And convenient
And it don’t cost you a single dime
Or do anything drastic
Like waste all your time
It’s custom built
To lock away your pain
And fully shrink wrapped
To be one and the same
As all of the things
You were hoping for
When you put on your chains
And bolted up your door
When you ordered plastic friends
From far away towns
To help with the parties
And the smiles and the frowns
To take away the thinking
That led you astray
That asked all the questions
That weren’t black or white
Just grey

Directive

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A fresh Spring-clean and a major Fall-out

These seasons turn to mush and are one and the same

Doppler effect caught on camera

Stuck in a loop from one to the next

A smile in the mirror says it’s time to think different

To turn off the ongoing repeats

To mute the direst of diatribes

And bring a new mic to the listening booth

Amp one and amp two broadcast the news

The state of this union; ugly and bruised

Loaded with trauma from point A to Z

Directive: remember, learn, don’t forget

Capparis Spinosa

It’s on the tip of my tongue
That sharp, savory hit
A bundle of rose life
I can’t quite place
I see the floral essence
Future blooming in my mind
And yet, I cannot fathom the name or the times…

With a sprinkle on the plate
Its message told in part
And as it nears completion
I appreciate the art
The colour, the wonder, and the oceanic depth
The strangeness of secrets better left unkept
And yet, I cannot fathom the name or the times…

Robert W Monk

Propulsion Lethargy

The ants don’t seem to notice
They continue in their industrious many-legged strides
Heading to solemn purpose
Across dusty paving stone, sun-scorched lawn and Biro-flecked page.

My aim is clearer:
To recover and renew
To discover comforting patterns in the void
To rework the threads currently hanging loose about mind and body.

Stepping forward
Not looking back.

Echo Rescue – The Shadow Narrative

Very pleased and proud to announce that the debut album from Echo Rescue is out now. The Shadow Narrative is available to listen and download on Bandcamp. Support our vision herethe shadow narrative!

Points of Convergence new EP

A new EP by Points of Convergence is out now on Bandcamp.

Points of Convergence

Featuring my spoken word vocals alongside Metascrawl’s music, a lot of thought and time went into the preparation. We’re very pleased with the result.

You can hear and download Points of Convergence at Bandcamp.