2017 was born with a scream

1. 2017 was a good year for fear, a good year for screaming Not like some other good amer­ican years but it slid out of A year of celebrity death and tele­vised suf­fering that we were all Only too happy to see the back of...
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Paper and dust

Their shelves have always held mys­tery. Resist the urge to touch — cloth and paper and paint. I am close enough to breathe in Catullus and all his earthly urges, now sealed and almost eru­dite; So many spines here, leather and lust, dirt and...
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Numb in the whirlwind

I stand, arms out­stretched as everything i know whirls around me Smashed into drift­wood and debris by the tor­nado of cir­cum­stance They say justice is blind but I can’t help feel she’s blind­folded right now, Held to ransom as random injustice...
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POETRY

Words

Words

Rough-cut paper tells you it’s a first edi­tion and the must takes you back — Years spent, nose down. Ink-smudges and foun­tain nibs, the romance Of Umberto Eco and sharp-edged medi­eval scores. There’s a deep Con­nec­tion through time to these...

Flamenco

Flamenco

Long fin­gers and silver rings; that rhythm; that flight Of fore­finger down a string; that tap of the fin­ger­tips Against the golpeador — one of your legs is crossed over The other and it all dis­ap­pears but for the music. That slight frown on your brow...

Memento mori

Memento mori

His mother painted it, in another life. It is small — less than half a metre across, not quite square. At first glance, it’s nothing but greys, as if it could be Some 19th cen­tury indus­trial city­scape or Soviet town, But closer in, you see...

If voting fails, break glass

If voting fails, break glass

It goes without saying that spells of this kind gen­er­ally require a kitten; At least one, more if there’s a storm brewing — the weather Is a fickle assistant. As to breed, well — the more docile spe­ci­mens Tend to dis­rupt pro­ceed­ings less....

A box of old photos

A box of old photos

In storage, one card­board box filled with pho­to­graphs. I know one grey envelope con­tains: Peppy, full name Pep­per­mint, Aged 2 or so, inspecting one minus­cule ball of black kitten fluff, Two weeks old, soon to be Nemesis, by name if not by nature. In...

Stories

San Gregorio

Last night, Doug and I took his new toy for a wander over the moun­tain, on winding roads through red­wood forests and oak and some­thing called cha­parral (which I’d never heard of). We even­tu­ally fol­lowed San Gregorio creek down to where it met the sea,...

Burning Man!

Photo evid­ence of my first Burning Man. More photos after the link. Art people on the playa. These are flip books to make poetry with in the Center Camp. Art cars: this one’s a func­tioning steam-propelled vehicle. Another amazing art car:...

Gaudi & the Font Majica

For whatever reason, I didn’t diarise the Gaudi or the foun­tains, or the amazing chocolate shop, Cacao Sam­paka. I did take photos though. ^^ The Angel & the Devil in La Rambla ^^ Gaudi liquid archi­tec­ture ^^ Font Majica ^^ Font Magica, lights...

Exposure

So here I am on the other side of the world, and I walk into the Insti­tute of Con­tem­porary Cul­ture… and there, on a poster, is a photo of me and Simon and Christina and Cath­erine naked in Mel­bourne one rainy morning in 2001. Of course, you can’t...

Siempre

Tarantula count for David: 0. There are how­ever turtles, teensy-weensy turtles. Lots of them. Cutest ever. And squir­rels. And ham­sters. And pigeons that seem to be either trying to lib­erate the finches in the cages or get in there with them, I’m not sure...

Politics

Another rape in cyberspace

The Char­lotte Dawson case, which has now res­ulted in her hos­pit­al­isa­tion, says a lot about the way that women are treated in social media spaces and the diver­gent tac­tics that are used to address the issue.

I’m a feminist and I support Wikileaks

Whenever I’ve raised the com­plex inter­ac­tions I see around the arrest of Wikileaks founder Julian Assange, I find myself mired in defending my pos­i­tion. If I say I sup­port his work and that I wel­come the new world where gov­ern­ments...

Baxter Detention Centre Protest, Easter 2005

At Easter, it has become tra­di­tional to con­verge at the Baxter Deten­tion Centre near Port Augusta in South Aus­tralia to protest against the inhu­mane man­datory deten­tion of refugees in Aus­tralia in con­tra­ven­tion of our inter­na­tional oblig­a­tions. There...