Tuesday, May 29, 2012


What is this that's between us, on the light all pale down and square in the margins.
What is this light that you and I share? Where does it come from?
Are we so different you and I?
I am as the moss clinging unlikely to the aluminium frame
This goodly frame
That life grows out of the margins despite itself

Despite the numbers...too large to contain

What is this love between us, in the dark of day under pouring rain.
What is this shadow that you and I share? Where did it come from?
I am no different to you.
I am the misshapen moss clinging to the aluminum frame
this most excellent canopy
that life reaches out of despite itself

Despite the numbers...too large to contain

Monday, May 21, 2012

The Blue Wall of North Fitzroy

The Blue Wall of North Fitzroy

These guys have been posting provocative thoughts, prose and protestations on this lovely blue wall in North Fitzroy for many years now. When I first moved to Melbourne and found a house to rent in Nth Fitzroy, not far from where this photo was taken, one of the first things that struck me was how articulate the graffiti on the streets was. Unfortunately in the last 10 years a lot of that street lyricism has been buried under an infestation of juvenile tagging.

Thursday, May 17, 2012

Starburst Starbright

-- Can't stop thinking about you. Staring at a photo I took sometime in bleary AM.
Accidental art. The beauty of your midriff, belly button ring just visible, your sexy olive texture fills my mind like heady naptha -- even as I type this. I feel a warmth spread across my body...nay a heat. Stirring-- and I'm so high on you right now I'm terrified of looking down -- fear of falling, fear of failure...head over heels, arse backwards, dumbstruck obsessed drunk on you so that I'm swimming in it -- I'm gonna need a bigger boat. Truck calls, no cars go, no cars go.

I just had a long conversation with an old friend where he recounted the week Max died. Pretty much blow by blow, day by day until the evening the police asked him to come over to Max's apartment in Thornbury and identify his body. It was like re-watching one of your favourite films, albeit one where the hero or heroes don't make it, and you know how the story ends but still you cling onto the edge of your seat in some surreal anticipation that maybe this time it will end differently. And of course the inevitable conclusion of such irrational fantasies a few moments later when it doesn’t.

I sat reliving this terrible and sad story, and I kept thinking about you and how I’ve been living my life the last couple of years and how although meeting you has been a singular joy it has come at the heels of a long dark tea time. An empty bed and pressed into the spot where you might sleep forever, of pain and sadness and I feel I've dragged some of that chaos and mania into your life.  Running around like a pair of teenagers drinking and carrying-on -- things I wouldn’t change frankly-- funny old life because I’ve been slamming my body and yet I feel the happiest and most healed I’ve felt in years -- so I'm thinking of you and it occurs to me that Richie sitting out the back with me in the freezing cold recounting the story of the death of one of our oldest friends, as we shivered through the tale was like the universe giving me a heads-up...My old friend Rich being the likely candidate in this situation if in some cosmic way Max was trying to tell me something and in my mind I ran with the celestial messenger idea and felt, much in the same way that one might feel if they were hearing sacred words from a shaman, that I was hearing a message and it was simple: Take care of yourself and embrace all the love and life you can.

You see for me having a lover  is just about the richest most enjoyable thing in life. I suppose this must be true for many people. Whatever external success I might enjoy in the future I am reasonably sure that none of it would feel as rewarding to me as being in love with another being and feeling that love flow back. Especially in the context of having spent a couple of years wondering if I'd ever know passion in my heart again. .

All a very ponderous and longwinded way of getting to here so that I can say to you: Whatever time we have together, for however long, no matter where this story ends I want to try and be the best person that I can be. For me...but also inevitably...for you.

--For in the long line at lunch in the internal hall that seems to stretch out to the horizon we see a milleu of faces but never know the places that they're from and like a song sung in braille it doesnt quite translate -- I'd like to walk along the beach pitching cold stones into the sea if all it took was eternity to find a warm one and throw it free.

Apologies: Kaino Gardner ;-)

Wednesday, May 16, 2012


My friend Geth had a terrible car accident whilst travelling through Nth Western Australia a few days ago. He had to be Jaws of lifed outta the wreckage. Air lifted to Royal Perth Hospital. He's in very bad shape but stable. His friend Wil is in worse shape. It really hammered the Factory crew when the news came. We've sat in attendance in the gaming room for two nights drinking beer and trying to process the disaster. It can't be done. And perhaps shouldn't be either.
There's things I wanna say to Geth. Things about mateship, rites of passage...the post, the inevitable post that plys its way toward us irrevocably and at times like a fucking thief in the dark.
We played a round of Garts for Geth last night. He loves the game, and he's good at it too. It's a combo of darts and golf, played out on a dartboard. We wrote his name in on the card. Awarded him the maximum bonus to set out with. Sammy suggested we throw one dart each for him. Geth goes around as "Jumbo". We started nervously, Tommy, Sam and I. We threw him into last place. The nerves grew. Tommy spoke to the team about a new strategy. He would launch into Geth's go immediately after his third dart... our fortunes improved. We threw Geth to a round win and reduced his handicap by one. Did we actually reduce his handicap?
"Sometimes you're on the back of the horse and sometimes the horse is on the back of you. Where are you right now?" - Richie.

Yes these are the days my friend and all days and no days.
I hope you read this one day man. I really do. We owe each other a parma brother Geth. xx.

Apol's again: Shelton Lea
Listening To: Shawshank Redemption, Stoic Theme 

Monday, May 14, 2012

I've Written a Poem for Yer

"You are so lovely it does my fu^%ing head in"

Listening to: Boom Bip - new order

Sunday, May 06, 2012

A Thousand Times Good Night

I have had a beautiful week. So here are some photos snapped with my ever present HTC phone. One day I will take photos with the SLR again.
Paste-up Cnr Lygon & Glenlyon, Brunswick.
Lady Cockfeather
Digitalism @ The Forum.
Lydia Street Mantid.
Kitchen Kultcha, Brunswick.