Thursday, June 30, 2011

turbine transformers

 welcome to the turbine shop. cockatoo island.

my new visual playground. underbelly arts festival 2011.

come on in...

to where i take part in an australian artist collaboration with internationally reknowned performance artist younes bachir [from la fura del baus]& aerial troupe strings attached: OJO. just add punk monk propaganda & stir.

talented composer cam [who spent the morning being my physical theatre partner; ripping off my hat to dominate me as we then ran over the island with my handbound & blindfolded to him] sits at his toy piano. i take notes & draw site schematics, still breathless.

he's creating eerily enormous sounds as gideon & elisa sing holy notes which float out into the industrial cathedral. i am filled with reverent awe.

this is now our temple. the transformation of the space & us has begun.

underbelly arts festival
cockatoo island
july 16, 2011

haiku: deluded eyes pink

at dendy tonight
your FB icon screen-flashed
deluded eyes pink

Monday, June 27, 2011

M is for Miss Monroe

own your inner monk

yesterday i said to ky: "why does my totem have to be a monk? why can't my icon be a lovebird... at least they come in pairs. i don't want to be a monk anymore."

the cyborg sage said to the tempestuous foot-stamping child "we don't choose, it chooses us".

the path to acceptance is riddled with the cognition of weaknesses and recognising our own limitations. like roadside barriers their successful negotiation is key in order for any monk to maintain one's life-long pilgrimage to truly know [one's] self. and others.

only then might one continue skipping along the dusty roadside on this incredible journey. to unconditional love.

sabbe satta sukhi hontu

the interdimensional traveler companion guidebook. code 1.0.1

image by: skeezix1000 and made available through creative commons attribution 2.0 generic license

The InterDimensional Traveler Companion Guidebook

Code 1.0.1:

Regardless of realm or reality, if companions experience difficulties due to emotional, psychological, physical or environmental reasons (either separately or together) under no circumstance will a companion be left behind. 

This code can only be exempted for the purpose of acquisition of reinforcements or supplies in direct relevance to the understood situation with the proviso that full communication between said companions of this action is adhered to within an agreed timeframe.

An individual companion's journey may not continue independently or separately in the same or different realm or reality unless this requirement is fulfilled and both companions' wellbeing is assured.

Sunday, June 26, 2011

twas brillig, and the slithy toves

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought--
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! and through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"
He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.

Lewis Carroll - 1872

Friday, June 24, 2011

i'll pick up your hand and slowly blow your little mind

perseverance gains its meed, and patience wins the race

walking down the dark back streets of redfern the other night i spied through my little eye...

 this lone skater in a gallery doing tricks. 

sometimes he failed. over and over again.

but he'd pick himself [and his skateboard] up and steadfastly resume.

skateboarding, like many things, reminds me of the famous tale of the legendary scottish king robert bruce which has been immersed in scottish popular culture. spawning a mantra which traverses many disciplines:

"if at first you don't succeed, try, try and try again."

legend has it that robert bruce whilst in hiding from british troops watched a spider try & fail six times before successfully completing her artful web. re-inspired, licking his deep battle wounds he regrouped & went on to conquer england & claim the crown.

Bruce and the Spider

For Scotland's and for freedom's right, 
   The Bruce his part has played; 
In five successive fields of fight, 
    Been conquered and dismayed: 
Once more against the English host, 
    His band he led, and once more lost 
The meed for which he fought; 
    And now from battle, faint and worn, 
The homeless fugitive, forlorn, 
    A hut's lone shelter sought.
And cheerless was that resting-place, 
    For him who claimed a throne; 
His canopy, devoid of grace, 
    The rude, rough beams alone; 
The heather couch his only bed - 
    Yet well I ween had slumber fled, 
From couch of eider down! 
    Through darksome night till dawn of day, 
Absorbed in wakeful thought he lay, 
    Of Scotland and her crown.

The sun rose brightly, and its gleam 
    Fell on that hapless bed, 
And tinged with light each shapeless beam, 
    Which roofed the lowly shed; 
When, looking up with wistful eye, 
    The Bruce beheld a spider try 
His filmy thread to fling 
    From beam to beam of that rude cot - 
And well the insect's toilsome lot, 
    Taught Scotland's future king.

Six times the gossamery thread 
    The wary spider threw; 
In vain the filmy line was sped, 
    For powerless or untrue, 
Each aim appeared, and back recoiled, 
    The patient insect, six times foiled, 
And yet unconquered still; 
    And soon the Bruce, with eager eye, 
Saw him prepare once more to try 
    His courage, strength, and skill.

One effort more, his seventh and last! 
    The hero hailed the sign! 
And on the wished-for beam hung fast 
    That slender silken line! 
Slight as it was, his spirit caught 
    The more than omen; for his thought 
The lesson well could trace, 
    Which even "he who runs may read," 
That Perseverance gains its meed, 
    And Patience wins the race. 

- Bernard Barton (1784 - 1849)

Thursday, June 23, 2011

haiku: walking barefooted

walking barefooted
rocky field of broken dreams
glass shard severed toes

haiku: jonathon livingston seagull. take two

lone seagull soaring
inked clouds pressing downward
beyond only blue

legless maybe but
jonathon livingston seagull
binds our winged circle

flightful dreams with you
break beyond imagined worlds
mirth-filled invention

Monday, June 6, 2011

but when she left, gone was the glow

...of blue velvet.

sunday dub club

late sunday avo in sydney park. it's sunday dub club. from our position abreast the hill kate watches the sunset to the west.

frisbee throwers emulating maui valiantly try to snare the sun. we don't want the day to end either.

dogs play while humans make smoke signals. they have no blankets. or smallpox.

shadowy figures behind us sway to the bass as it beats its way up to us.

and others huddle admiring the spectacle as day gives way to night. we drink more cider & contemplate perfection.

giles tells us a story about his friends who climbed up to the top of the tower & had sex up there. 

on the tallest tower. of course.

this makes emma smile a lot. there's such a wonderful vibe. we are the poster kids for chillax.

the music ends. and it instantly gets colder. we migrate shivering with the last motion blurs released from the park onto king street for the next installment of our adventure. it's only dusk & there's a whole night ahead of us.

sunday dub club is the first sunday of each month
sydney park
cnr sydney park rd & princess highway
st peters, sydney
11:00 till dusk

Sunday, June 5, 2011

stir it up

in visions of the dark night

in visions of the dark night
i have dreamed of joy departed
but a waking dream of life and light
hath left me broken-hearted.

- edgar allen poe

Thursday, June 2, 2011

virtual fireworks in the absence of real ones

without the benefit of health, time & presence of mind i give you beautiful music instead.

Wednesday, June 1, 2011

kill the messenger

sibel edmonds became the daniel ellsberg of our generation when she was fired from the inner sanctum of the FBI for whistleblowing & denied freedom of speech becoming what is essentially the most gagged US citizen ever.

organised religion makes me sick

please take time out to see this award winning documentary.

the rape of communities by the church are not confined to history books. it is ongoing. this is how mass religious wealth & the all churches power is/has been accumulated at the expense of others in a systematic campaign of genocide.

woo hoo!