the wind blew
my book of words
hard open
spread her covers wide
arched her spine
and rustled her pages
breathing the south into her
she sighed.
Wednesday 30 January 2013
running along eaton river
the warm and strong incandescence
the swelling and shrinking glow of a day ending
flickering throgh the trees
like the rolling of an old movie reel
those deep red trees and burnt black bark
blacker for the falling night
bleeding sap glistening resolute
and as I run
it looks as if
the trees by the riverside
are on fire
the swelling and shrinking glow of a day ending
flickering throgh the trees
like the rolling of an old movie reel
those deep red trees and burnt black bark
blacker for the falling night
bleeding sap glistening resolute
and as I run
it looks as if
the trees by the riverside
are on fire
diapason
unwravel my bones
expose, let free
an unyielding deluge
a solipsistic torrent
of visceral verbosity
a euphonious
ebullient
diapason
expose, let free
an unyielding deluge
a solipsistic torrent
of visceral verbosity
a euphonious
ebullient
diapason
sunrise
scattered clouds
scattered light
pieced together with blue
like the fabric of the sky has been torn apart
scattered light
pieced together with blue
like the fabric of the sky has been torn apart
stockings and no shoes
but my mind was on caprices
and other things
from vertiginous frenzies
and passionate vagaries
semantic revery
long-limbed licentious cavorting
and delicious recklessness
quirky clumsy chaotic questions
like walking around
in stockings and no shoes
and other things
from vertiginous frenzies
and passionate vagaries
semantic revery
long-limbed licentious cavorting
and delicious recklessness
quirky clumsy chaotic questions
like walking around
in stockings and no shoes
frenzy
cavorting around in bare feet
and spilling coffee on my summer dress
ridiculous levels of ridiculousness
ebullience
absurd
ephemeral
incandescent
delight
and spilling coffee on my summer dress
ridiculous levels of ridiculousness
ebullience
absurd
ephemeral
incandescent
delight
Tuesday 29 January 2013
the first feast - haiku
Neither Liv nor I write with much attention to form or structure or
rhyme. our writing is a manifestation of our fervent and frenzied minds,
our ebullient vessels, our entrenched cacophony, disorder and delight.
which means our writing is an unyielding, unadulterated deluge of florid verbosity.
As much as we delight in this, as much as we strive to let our writing be free and rambunctious, a real part of us, in the pursuit of candid and raw writing….
we thought it could be fun to try and manifest this dynamic, colourful farrago into a form. with rules and requirements and restrictions. And see how we respond.
We decided to start with a form completely foreign to us both - haiku - but leave the theme free. For the next feast we will pick a theme and leave the form free, and continue to alternate in this way.
We both seek to expand our ambit of inspiration, perception and expression. We want to infuse our writing with new-ness. so using a prescribed form for the first time was a completely new experience. Especially one that is so different and so restrictive, like haiku.
It’s been such a positive and dynamic experience, I can’t wait to document my research, my thoughts, my response and some of my writing
which means our writing is an unyielding, unadulterated deluge of florid verbosity.
As much as we delight in this, as much as we strive to let our writing be free and rambunctious, a real part of us, in the pursuit of candid and raw writing….
we thought it could be fun to try and manifest this dynamic, colourful farrago into a form. with rules and requirements and restrictions. And see how we respond.
We decided to start with a form completely foreign to us both - haiku - but leave the theme free. For the next feast we will pick a theme and leave the form free, and continue to alternate in this way.
We both seek to expand our ambit of inspiration, perception and expression. We want to infuse our writing with new-ness. so using a prescribed form for the first time was a completely new experience. Especially one that is so different and so restrictive, like haiku.
It’s been such a positive and dynamic experience, I can’t wait to document my research, my thoughts, my response and some of my writing
Thursday 24 January 2013
sunrise
the sunrise was
a little crowd of golden people
an esoteric meeting
a secret numinous pursuit
a little crowd of golden people
an esoteric meeting
a secret numinous pursuit
words of diversity, texture and detail
motley
sinuous
sinewy
pied
dappled
ornate
intricate
florid
velutinous
gingham
ruddy
protean
sundry
russet
roughage
viscous
labyrinthine
amorphous
morbidezza
sinuous
sinewy
pied
dappled
ornate
intricate
florid
velutinous
gingham
ruddy
protean
sundry
russet
roughage
viscous
labyrinthine
amorphous
morbidezza
seduction
fleeting fickle caprice
ambivalent desire
my smokey blues
my dirty shoes
the bare skin of your thigh
be my lascivious lover
wayward audacious delight
my red wine drinker
my deep thoughts thinker
subtle, esoteric, slight
ambivalent desire
my smokey blues
my dirty shoes
the bare skin of your thigh
be my lascivious lover
wayward audacious delight
my red wine drinker
my deep thoughts thinker
subtle, esoteric, slight
swollen heart
a demanding muse
a delicious feeling
incessant recklessness
bound up in complicated revery
that needs to be unwrapped
tasted
uncovered, unstitched
and then restitched onto the page
a delicious feeling
incessant recklessness
bound up in complicated revery
that needs to be unwrapped
tasted
uncovered, unstitched
and then restitched onto the page
sunrise
a mosaic of grey clouds
like puzzle pieces
perfectly tessellated
it hovered over a bed of
warm orange
like puzzle pieces
perfectly tessellated
it hovered over a bed of
warm orange
vessel
sometimes I feel so full
of some colour of my consciousness
or some particle of this boundless ether
and i
an ebullient vessel
i feel like fruit left out in the sun
ripened, fermented
and there is warm sweet juice
leaking from my seams
sometimes I'm so full
of motley silliness
or of ambivalent desire
or of incadescent delight
that it will burst from me sporadically
a centrifugal force
of some colour of my consciousness
or some particle of this boundless ether
and i
an ebullient vessel
i feel like fruit left out in the sun
ripened, fermented
and there is warm sweet juice
leaking from my seams
sometimes I'm so full
of motley silliness
or of ambivalent desire
or of incadescent delight
that it will burst from me sporadically
a centrifugal force
Tuesday 22 January 2013
Riot
the little thieves
that live up my sleeves
march out with levity and litheness
clumsy and graceful
herald their arrival
a callathump
with trumpets and tambourines
a vaudeville
of clangour, carnage and chaos
they work quickly
deft and nimble of fingers
to expose and exhault
to unbridle and unshackle
and to cultivate
capacity
one thousand little hands
beckon and beguile me
to run riot
to yawp barbarically
to live
freely, fully, fiercely and
insanely.
that live up my sleeves
march out with levity and litheness
clumsy and graceful
herald their arrival
a callathump
with trumpets and tambourines
a vaudeville
of clangour, carnage and chaos
they work quickly
deft and nimble of fingers
to expose and exhault
to unbridle and unshackle
and to cultivate
capacity
one thousand little hands
beckon and beguile me
to run riot
to yawp barbarically
to live
freely, fully, fiercely and
insanely.
a feast of fancy
My dear friend (and partner in life-desiring) Liv and I are hoping to overcome the combined ridiculousness of our chaotic but delightful lives, to create a space to be creative together.
We haven't thought much about details, I hope it will just unfold and unfurl in the way that it is meant to. be whatever deliciousness it can be.
What we are thinking about so far, is something along the lines of a writing project every few weeks. A group of us are going down south to Pemberton for the weekend (to defiantly NOT celebrate invasion day) so Liv and I hope to find some time to kick off then. Our idea for the First Feast is 'haiku'. And I think from there we will alternate each time, one feast we can pick a form and leave the theme free, and then the next feast we can pick a theme and leave the form free.
I think this will be so valuable to me, in terms of seeking out new ways to be creative. To have some sort of structure to frame the ridiculous ebullient deluge. To have a way to manifest it into something meaningful, to feel like i am creating something tangible.
We haven't thought much about details, I hope it will just unfold and unfurl in the way that it is meant to. be whatever deliciousness it can be.
What we are thinking about so far, is something along the lines of a writing project every few weeks. A group of us are going down south to Pemberton for the weekend (to defiantly NOT celebrate invasion day) so Liv and I hope to find some time to kick off then. Our idea for the First Feast is 'haiku'. And I think from there we will alternate each time, one feast we can pick a form and leave the theme free, and then the next feast we can pick a theme and leave the form free.
I think this will be so valuable to me, in terms of seeking out new ways to be creative. To have some sort of structure to frame the ridiculous ebullient deluge. To have a way to manifest it into something meaningful, to feel like i am creating something tangible.
13 wishes for 2013
1) to fill my capacity to feel
2) to live and seek a creative life
3) to not fear I am not good enough, or too much
4) to not be overwhelmed by my future, with uni and careers.
5) to cultivate real-ness, organic-ness, genuine-ness, honesty... so that it radiates from me. so that it is tangible, sense-able. ostensible.
6) passion. fierce, fervent, feasting
7) connections with people - intimacy - emotional, physical, spiritual,
8) wayward, delicious, unadulterated freedom
9) active, alive, productive positivity - balanced with wholesome, soft haimish quiescence
10) a fun, fantastic and fanciful fuck
11) respect, care, admiration, desire
12) stregnth, self sufficiency, to be for myself all that I need. to belong deeply to myself
13) to seek, to desire, to learn, to cultivate, to grow.
A thief grants her own wishes.
2) to live and seek a creative life
3) to not fear I am not good enough, or too much
4) to not be overwhelmed by my future, with uni and careers.
5) to cultivate real-ness, organic-ness, genuine-ness, honesty... so that it radiates from me. so that it is tangible, sense-able. ostensible.
6) passion. fierce, fervent, feasting
7) connections with people - intimacy - emotional, physical, spiritual,
8) wayward, delicious, unadulterated freedom
9) active, alive, productive positivity - balanced with wholesome, soft haimish quiescence
10) a fun, fantastic and fanciful fuck
11) respect, care, admiration, desire
12) stregnth, self sufficiency, to be for myself all that I need. to belong deeply to myself
13) to seek, to desire, to learn, to cultivate, to grow.
A thief grants her own wishes.
silliness
A perennial, irrevocable state of exhaustion
which causes me to
oscillate
from being very docile
to very silly
and because I'm so tired I'm really
inarticulate
so lately I'm just
sporadically, un-articulated silliness
which causes me to
oscillate
from being very docile
to very silly
and because I'm so tired I'm really
inarticulate
so lately I'm just
sporadically, un-articulated silliness
Giddy
Maybe it's the audacious and relentless heat
summer's penetrating sunshine
always makes me feel drunk
Maybe I ate too much fruit
rich, warm and ripe
I feel it fermenting in my belly
and amalgamating with thoughts of you
restless and uncertain
It merges.
It fills me.
It is too delicious.
summer's penetrating sunshine
always makes me feel drunk
Maybe I ate too much fruit
rich, warm and ripe
I feel it fermenting in my belly
and amalgamating with thoughts of you
restless and uncertain
It merges.
It fills me.
It is too delicious.
wild surmise
I leaned in close and whispered
the seduction of science
the brazen beguilement of
new ways to understand, perceive, express
you told me
that even the laws of physics
are uncertain
that their certainty is derived from
patterns
that maybe, tomorrow, the sun wouldn't rise
I was beguiled and breathless at your wild surmise
later that night I took it from you
I took it with my ravenous eyes and rapacious mind
I took it from your mouth
I took it with my mouth
The sun did rise the next morning
the sky was blazing audaciously
with patterned certainty
and I kept hunting for your wildness
the seduction of science
the brazen beguilement of
new ways to understand, perceive, express
you told me
that even the laws of physics
are uncertain
that their certainty is derived from
patterns
that maybe, tomorrow, the sun wouldn't rise
I was beguiled and breathless at your wild surmise
later that night I took it from you
I took it with my ravenous eyes and rapacious mind
I took it from your mouth
I took it with my mouth
The sun did rise the next morning
the sky was blazing audaciously
with patterned certainty
and I kept hunting for your wildness
of motley spots and spaces
blogspot? a spotty blog. spotty, dotty... motley.
motley, diverse, pied, scattered and sporadic and ....
ripe.
I need a place, a space, (a spot?) to send... to manifest my mercurial thoughts.
mercurial... mercurious? (how's that for a malapropism)
I'm thinking a lot at the moment about how to... extend and expand my writing.
For a while I have been seeking out different ways to expand the solipsistic ambit of my inspiration and understanding - and that adventure has been brazenly beautiful. Thanks to Dorothy Porter and my brilliantly scientific friends.
But now I think... perhaps I need to seek out expansion in different ways. expand my ideas of expansion.
maybe I need to expand the way I manifest my writing.
It's already a farrago of chaos. but that's what I need it to be. I need it to be sporadic and of a fevered moment. I need it to be exactly what I need exactly when and where I need it. Which means I have so many thought.... vessels. scattered papers, messy desks, unfinished poems.
Maybe it would be a positive thing to have yet another space for that. Maybe? well, I'll give it a go.
motley, diverse, pied, scattered and sporadic and ....
ripe.
I need a place, a space, (a spot?) to send... to manifest my mercurial thoughts.
mercurial... mercurious? (how's that for a malapropism)
I'm thinking a lot at the moment about how to... extend and expand my writing.
For a while I have been seeking out different ways to expand the solipsistic ambit of my inspiration and understanding - and that adventure has been brazenly beautiful. Thanks to Dorothy Porter and my brilliantly scientific friends.
But now I think... perhaps I need to seek out expansion in different ways. expand my ideas of expansion.
maybe I need to expand the way I manifest my writing.
It's already a farrago of chaos. but that's what I need it to be. I need it to be sporadic and of a fevered moment. I need it to be exactly what I need exactly when and where I need it. Which means I have so many thought.... vessels. scattered papers, messy desks, unfinished poems.
Maybe it would be a positive thing to have yet another space for that. Maybe? well, I'll give it a go.
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