Go bush.
Walk slow.
Look up
let other walkers overtake.
Look down
drop your pack.
Kneel.
Knead your palms into the earth:
feel the heartbeat of footsteps
moving away.
Press your forhead to the mulch
the smell is cool, rich:
think of black forest cake.
Turn your head.
Feel your eyelashes brush
the gills of a rainforest mushroom.
See the world you're in.
Yes, it's the same sun
whispering in this fungus
as illuminates and softens bone china.
Each gill, no wider than your lash
is a structural beam
for that translucent cup.
It's a close up
in 3D.
Tuesday, 12 January 2010
Sunday, 10 January 2010
No Pants Train Ride, Melbourne, 10 Jan
Eyelids barely bat
so we mob another train
then another
then another.
Next time
we'll do it in winter:
this summer it seems that everyone
is wearing only underwear.
facebook event
so we mob another train
then another
then another.
Next time
we'll do it in winter:
this summer it seems that everyone
is wearing only underwear.
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Lovely Bones, Hoyts Victoria Gardens, 9th Jan
From the start
the family is so perfect
that I want to hurt them.
Then
the movie does it for me.
the family is so perfect
that I want to hurt them.
Then
the movie does it for me.
Labels:
Hoyts,
Lovely Bones,
movie,
Peter Jackson,
review
Monday, 4 January 2010
Citizen Kane, The Astor, 3rd Jan
Sunday, 3 January 2010
dualpLOVER, Horse Bazaar, 2nd Jan
experimental sound
So this is the popping squeaking
stopping tweaking
chopping swapping clopping whapping
peeking
post-op sounds
of the chin stroker’s urban jungle.
So this is the popping squeaking
stopping tweaking
chopping swapping clopping whapping
peeking
post-op sounds
of the chin stroker’s urban jungle.
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