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Knowledge Variable

Knowledge Variable

Since moving to Sydney, I have started working with the film collective Knowledge Variable.

We are producing art films with a focus on the experimental and strange, the avant-garde and the poetic and the mysterious and the magical.

I’m looking forward to writing, acting in and producing new films and ideas.

Check out our youtube channel here.

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Space to Move

Older lady in some agitation

Halfway inside the doorway

And halfway on the street

She beckons for help with one hand

The other keeping tight hold of a man incapacitated

She is telling him off for being difficult

He was refusing to get into his wheelchair

She instructs me to hold his arm

While we position the chair

Eventually he angles himself in slowly, securely

“He thinks he can walk more than he can”

She explains

“I can!” he adds

We say goodbye

And they both look happier

Than they did when I first saw them

Triskaidekaphobia

1. A Fear of the number 13
2. Friday 13th.
3. Unlucky for most
4. Who witness this
5. Dumber One
6. Assault on the senses.
7. Another old Greek word is
8. Demagogue
9. But the more modern
10. Douchebag
11. Says it just as well
12. And Shouts louder
13. On July 13th

 

New Orleans no. 2

In the cemetery under the sun-glazed clouds
Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper
Are tripping their way into
Cinematic
Voodoo
Magic
History

Marie Laveau studies the Americans
From the present privacy of her chambers
And considers a spell
The tie-dyed dead dance
and we are here Today
Where the chants ring out
Both loud and true

New Orleans no.1

Jenga in the hotel lobby
Brass bands in the street
Towers get built up to the sky
And knocked down on repeat

There’s plenty of conflict
And an ongoing war
But here the hand grenades
Are for throwing from bar to the floor

 

Signal Strength

If they move to a different

part of the flat

the signal strength

improves.

The download speeds

get better

and so does the

streaming.

Talking gets easier.

It also improves

when they move

away from the

mirror.

The Present Moment

He had written this
Poem
Many times before
The one about the
Present moment
And the memory fakes

The need to look through
Confusion
To see it for what it is
A chance
To do anything
Anything at all

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

Like an abandoned shopping trolley in the breeze

He moves back and forth on the bench

Shuffling his notes around

Waiting to speak

The time doesn’t arrive

He moves back and forth on the bench

The Mower

Under a clear azure sky

The lawn is kept in shape

Like so many other mowers up and down the land

Uniform headphones protect the ears

Cap and glasses from the orange sun

The work is set

*

I hear the whirring of activity every afternoon

There is always more grass to cut down

More growth to dominate

Our advancement shapes the earth

And challenges the natural fit

How long will the work go on for?

Australia!

As of nearly 2 weeks ago, I am a resident of Sydney, Australia. There is a lot to write about and explore, but for now, here is the first of many responses to this new life…

 

From over and out to under and around, the day seemed clear enough

We’d pack all our things and depart on the wings 

And go from there to here.

Australia chimes through as melody

A loud enough blast of intensity and colour 

The shine directed with no hidden extras

Everything in shot and strictly in focus.

The smell of the lotion mixes with the sea spray 

The early morning birdcall sounds out an age-old greeting :

The sun, the sun – the giver of life!