August 2011
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Chillin at the darlo bar with a beer and some mags. Beach house on the stereo, warm afternoon… Taking refuge from super busy uni. The best I can do at the moment… When in fact I want to be in the blue mountains.. Kanangra Boyd national park. Ancient forests and bush. Hushed… Just the trees and birds. My art isn’t installation based. It’s not video, not sound, not...
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Early poem
Watery eyed squinting in the
sunlight
Toward the spot where I know you’ll be
But I keep behind the statue and look through his legs
Because I don’t want you to see me.
But you don’t come.
Held up at practice or by another pretty student
A dull aimlessness takes over
And I buy a milky coffee and sit in the park.
Perhaps it’s a safety mechanism, this instant emptiness, to...
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sad poem
melancholy is a little light sitting
inside your solar plexis like
a knot of rope which at once gets tight
and loosens but never disappears
cold light under street lamps pool
around my pajama’d curled up form and
as i count the bricks in the road
dawn light filters through the trees
i paint my nails and brush my hair and
take a bath and brush my teeth but
it doesn’t...
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