Friday, May 8, 2009

scattered with the golden leaves




somehow, somewhere today in between these various destinations whilst soaking up the colours & ambience of autumn and ineptly juggling time [my arch-nemesis], a phone, camera, laptop & diary i managed to leave my mobile for the second time in three days in a city cab.

if only there was a prize for being scattered to the four winds...

this time there was no happy ending & i had to cum on my own tits [in red, orange, yellow & brown]. all of this unfairly dwarfed what was a beautiful golden day which hovered around the 15 degrees celcius mark with crisp blue skies and gargantuan cottonwool cumulus clouds. perfect fare for scarves & mittens [which are still on my person].

now i pay the price for an unbacked-up phone when i should know better & a directory of 500 odd missing phone numbers. if you are one of them, please ET phone home.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

unboxing the corner shop


today clare & i faced the pyramid of boxes in our new production office. punk monk propaganda has officially moved from the warehouse to the corner shop + what we lost in magical event space and square meterage i guess we make up for in lack of TB infused air with facilities which actually work.

my nostalgia for the hidden squalid squatlike conditions partially inhibited future perspective but with only a slightly heavy heart we faced the parcels & with superlative tetris-like skill kept going until the crazy music stopped and we were both due in our other manifestations in far off magic lands elsewhere.

anyway, end result is we're getting there. it's a little stark & overloaded but somehow we will fit into this space + infuse it with some suitable punk monk branded wonderlab feel good flavour without emmulating a sardine-filled nachau-bound train carriage.

it won't result in the instant lust-filled awe that the warehouse commanded but there's a little irreverent je nais se quoi which we can build on. the prologue & chapter one are done, the set-up laid out, it's now time for the plotline to unfold.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

bowls inspector


sometimes i find myself in weird places...

this particular day it was an artificial wonderland where one is supposed to have a custom designed good time. the whole environment at strike bowling bar in the city is built for fun with a capital F [PS. tone is purposefully ambiguous]. justin hemmes' the ivy meets sega world. interesting fusion...

a submit & love big brother or fight/flight conundrum occurred. kylie minogue in the height of her singing budgie incarnation was playing at the time "i should be so lucky", so run run away was my first response [after taking these pics]. i'm listening to it now again at full throttle to get back into the zone. method writing really has a lot to answer for [hope my neighbour enjoys it as much as i don't]. more wine is clearly required.

this is the kind of place i can't decide whether i should be wearing a raver version of princess leia's "jabba the hut" outfit on a self-contained leash fueled by crack or a shape-shifting philip K dick scamble suit to blend with the prevalent clashing patterns whilst surreptitiously stroking myself in the corners whilst sucking up the glow babies. it's a toughie.

what i am excited about is that no matter what outfit i do choose that there is a new fluro trash activity to add to the punk monk group activities list. we may all have to be naked, snort roach powder & cover our bodies in glow-in-the-dark paint but it's potentially part of the private function fun. besides we actually do still have a truckload of that stuff... & a camera or two.

Tuesday, May 5, 2009

alchemists at play




ALGAE RHYTHM 0:02 -- psychochemical. during.

gently guided by kate and alex, with clare & myself lurking protectively in the shadows flanked by the rest of the tribe [stevie, raen, derm, andy, barry, davey]: mad science was begotten by sangria, culminated through projections of light, liquid & sound, accented by a magic eye exhibition & a hands-on interactive artistic corner for those whose chosen medium was paint [and other bits].

throw into the mix punk monk propaganda's created ALGAE RHYTHM 0:01 zaireeka film, issue two of our customized handmade zine [now in colour] & an adjunct screening of cyber punk film, a scanner darkly and an entire warehouse stripped & redesigned for the event then restocked with food to share...

no-frills punk alchemy results in mega production value. thanks to the fifty people who came & ran with the active participatory challenge of contributing to a very special event.

ALGAE RHYTHM 0:03 will be appearing in the same backstreet block in june 09. please check our FB page for updates.

Saturday, May 2, 2009

mirror image



these mirrors, like tree rings, determine the tangible measurement of being. two kindred spirits superficially differentiated by separate circles. mutual reflection defiant of a three dimensional paradigm.

"the best mirror is an old friend" -- peter nivio zarlenga

Friday, May 1, 2009

may day


not a distress signal as such, more the best excuse for procrastination. instead of packing an avalanche of boxes to shift an ad hoc chaos-filled film studio between buildings, it's much more fun to go walking & soak up the autumn air...

today is may day. although it loses some of its impact in the southern hemisphere, this age old customary rites of passage from spring equinox to summer solstice still fills the air with magic as the sun sits low & heavy in the brightly lit sky.

this is my favorite month of the year. it reeks of infinite possibilities, the winter spring. as a gemini, perhaps i lose objectivity but that's just how it is. cool skin-kissing air, golden light, hats, boots, scarves, puddles to splash in, evening fires, red wine & crunchy earthen kaleidescope leaves underfoot -- what's not to love?

no may poles in sight [yet] but in a few days time there will be one in my warehouse for the full moon so the wild nymphs & beasts can come out to play & celebrate belatedly this seasonal shift & a myriad of special days which lie betwixt as the final twilight of occupation draws near.

in some countries may day is celebrated as a labour day being synonymous with the development of the workers movement internationally. it is traditionally a day for the people. not boxes [or ducks in new zealand].

go ask alice





snapping the pink lady down into the subway is a bit like following surrealistic pillow's white rabbit. imagery from real life influences work on a fantastical level just as well as literate. if not better.

psychedelics are an unnecessary adjunct but a comfortable theta wave perceptionary injection, an old friend over for dinner. and what of the girl leaving the RTA with the fabulous pins?

thousands of stories everywhere, imaginary or not. invent your own.

...and the red queen says "off with her head!"

Thursday, April 30, 2009

haiku: the owl & pussycat went to town



poles apart maybe
ere colluding cityscapes
the same boat we share

Wednesday, April 29, 2009

generation next



i became an aunty by proxy recently. my second degree niece courtesy of serena & eugene is called nehlia whose etymology from tibetan lies in "strength".

she is the united colors of benetton baby complete with blue eyes i've been fantasising about [along with eddie] forever. if she had woolly enochian hair, i might have to steal her. luckily with her silky locks, we will all be spared the legal hassles.

in the absence of my other favoured small miss, code-named bella, who has recently skipped country borders, i'm planning on mothering vicariously through this amazing creature whilst my empty womb grows cobwebs & is filled with cinematic globe-trotting adventures instead. my films will be my children!

it's not a 100% pain-free decision but probably the right one none-the-less. the absence of a child-seeking missile man certainly uncomplicates matters... and the fact as a source of great pride, i've already successfully negotiated one round of parenthood flying solo. perfection is hard to achieve, twice.

in the meantime i'll try not to turn my lovely charge into a [very attractive] handbag. i'm just not that ab fab.

Tuesday, April 28, 2009

jet plane



a little film i made with dermot & raen on the run between airports on 2 X NOKIA phones for KINO KABARET's 48 hour film challenge in conjunction with adelaide film festival 2009.

part of my "loves me not" introverted narrative mental health series all shot on mobile phones for punk monk propaganda.

a penny for your thoughts


in 1963 australia initiated the change to decimal currency. by 1966 the penny had given way to the dollar which in turn became a polymer pioneer in 1988. australia was the first country in the world to issue a complete plastic note system.

this was apparently done in order to provide greater defense against counterfeiting which became an issue in the late 60s after the decimal conversion. plastic notes are also allegedly more sustainable, clean & offer better recycling options. i know i utilise mine well...

so if you want to know my thoughts, i prefer you cross my palm with polymer rather than dirty old bronze or silver. sharing fortunes really is a two-way street.

Monday, April 27, 2009

champagne & cigarettes at caroline's


"you really are a fuckin' moron, you know that! i'm gonna call up the big tobacco companies and thank them for burying you!" -- joe, coffee & cigarettes [2003]

NB. background sound = spice girls, spice up your life.

Friday, April 24, 2009

the lights are on but noone's home


i wonder if this is the universal condition?

vacancy is rife. let's linger in the dark crooks & cracked crannies of nothingness. why not?

the cracked underbelly of what lies beneath the radar. perfection is so yesteryear [today].

negative space all seductive: vampyr unleashed, feel the rhythm.

hedonism: an all encompassing two dimensional reptilian cloak sensually shrouding reality.

sure beats suburban reality for the wakeful.

i wanna fuck you too, let me tell you muthafuckers whose built to last.

our brains will still be here tomorrow. what we choose not to remember then don't count.

Thursday, April 23, 2009

broken home


"we are not the same persons this year as last; nor are those we love. it is a happy chance if we, changing, continue to love a changed person" -- william somerset maugham [1874-1965]

the photo above is one i took in a friend's house which has been boarded up for well over a decade as a mausoleum. it has been left untouched, the family home where he grew up playing on his bicycle on the driveway etc since the day his parents divorced. it's the most eerie altar to a forgotten era & lost love i've ever seen. the dust-heavy sadness so thick you can almost cut it with a knife, or camera lens.

statistics show that half of all american children will witness the break-up of a parent's marriage. of these, close to half will also see the break-up of a parent's second marriage. the figures in australia are not so different.

the decrease in social stigma of divorce in western civilisation has resulted in phenomenal growth of marriages terminated before "death do us part". there are other valid reasons too but this seems to be a huge contributing factor.

the institution of marriage is not what it once was and is something of a static white elephant. it was always an arguably patriarchal property transaction which both diminished & dehumanised women.

ironically today in NSW, australia, marriage actually offers women more property rights protection than the property act will under a de facto or common law relationship in the event of a breakdown. this legislation is currently under review. like almost everything else it will however be decided by men.

more important than anything is that our society still leans on an unrealistic archaic nuclear family model where children and adults alike form expectations of blissful permanence. when the structure capsizes, as it invariably does more than 50% of the time, the support network is cumbersome & unworkable. it comes as a crushing blow regardless of marrying in perfectly with probability.

"broken home" has actually been eradicated from the everyday vernacular in a sociological trickledown effect because it implies damage, which is well documented. the hurt didn't stop, a politically correct band-aid just got stuck on.

monogamy is an artificial device created by religion to invalidate polytheism & age-old gaia based worship and to wield control over the populace. more & more it is being proven not to work even though it's a delightful idea which sells hallmark cards. only 3% of species on earth are and it's increasingly apparent that we're more often than not, not one of them.

right wing religious groups hate the increased failure & apparent extinction of the marriage model because over 80% of children who are products of broken homes end up living with their mothers without an alleged stable father figure. a whole society of bastards growing up in semi-matriarchal sustenance which completely disempowers the church and undermines its age-old antiwomen propaganda!

despite marriage not being forever, people keep doing it expecting it to be, although marriage statistics are on the decline. unmarried household couples are still on an exponential increase [and have been since the mid 80s according to the US census bureau].

the joining of assets through wedded or common law union has never been a more legally active endeavor & pre-nups/co-habitation agreements keep lawyers happily scribing, buzzing like busy worker bees. their large pools, homes and cars: testament to the boom in family/property law. it's a lucrative business. between my ex-fiancé & myself, 320 000 AUD was spent warring over just one property. a very large chunk on legals, and that was for a very inconsequential settlement... love lost, the lawyers won.

we grow up under the false premise of a hans christian anderson sterilised fairy tale blended with a zero coke commercial where love is pure romance and we all end up energetically galloping off to the castle beyond the sunset with princes on our high horses with decreasing waistlines & a perpetually frosted vision. too bad if you get the lame pony... like most of us invariably will.

perhaps not just us as individuals, but the whole face of our society can implement real change in a positive way now, not to be the same as the last. who knows? if stupid white men remain in power probably not. but as they are increasingly raised by women & others in household models which deviate "from the norm" and various versions of SWM invade the white house, local government, our court rooms etc perhaps there's a chance the cycle will continue to evolve/devolve. still that's what was said post revolutionary haight-ashbury days. after burning bras, tuning in & dropping out, massive hypocrisy reigned and the beat generation mutated mostly back into their 1950s conservative parents. the acid came out in the wash.

maybe there's a future where lovely homes like my friend's needn't be shut up indefinitely so that painful memories can't escape to haunt those who still can't bear the heart-deep emotional scars. a place where it's not necessary to hide behind locked doors. i suspect that is a world where santa & easter bunny's masks have melted off revealing the corporate money making machine behind them. it might just take awhile.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

haiku: love for grabs


disemboweled meat slab
passed off between unseen hands
in your frost-filled wake

Tuesday, April 21, 2009

KINO = the new religion





KINO is so much more than an underground film movement.

we have the photographic evidence that it's also a cult religion, stomping ground for all emerging artists, furniture removalist company, dating agency, AA adjunct, friend finder, short stay accommodation provider, networking hub, multimedia initiative and mega party planner.

so if it's a hook-up you're after [in all of it's various guises] & you might want to make/critique/watch a film along the way... come find us at sydney KINO. you will undoubtedly sight some punk monkeys en route carrying a couch, camera or escaping sex-crazed groupies by climbing trees.