Tuesday, September 27, 2011


this morning 
i walked 
into public 
- you lay
shaking in corner
back against the wall
dead eyes
in a pool 
of blood
on the floor

suicide addicts
held gaze
superficial separation
bonded strangers
i asked
- as you bled
cold concrete
the congealed red
treacle unreal

"what happened?"
you told me 
i knew
- it's true
i became
society blanketed
them not us 
divided i drove
to buy aspirin 
your secret
in the news

by my return
i said my name
- victoria
accused with 
stained razor
cast beside cheap 
beach towel edges 
lapped by red waves
of generating media 
storm weathered

broken sneer 
"it's only a try"
i pointed out
angry arm wounds
and showed
my outside scars
- a litre of blood
freshly butchered
thick and sticky
a fly skimmed 
becoming stuck on

shared code
you relaxed 
a little, asked
"am i psychic?"
i said
"a little", your 
penetrating stare
was accompanied 
by words, "a lot"
felt fingers 
dial 000

for sirens
we spoke of 
you said "i don't
live here anymore".
"it's a shitty town anyway"
i laughed
avoiding psych nurse
sycophant overtones

the ambos said
to give you
fake details
before i left
she wrote sarah
but i changed it
the sick and poor
are people too
even when drowning
in scarlet lies
- your name is 

fly in, fly out

welcome to perth. capital city of the australian resources boom, the centre of gravity on the west coast which in many ways echoes the spirit of original mining mentalities throughout history. my new sometime home base as i amongst others seek personal fame & fortune buying into the ubiquitous fly in, fly out culture at the expense of the environment, one way or another. it may as well be us right...

at least i wake up somewhere beautiful each morning. this is my preferred spot. i can often be found here. location, location, location.

unless it was this morning which was some dodgy car park wedged between an anaconda megastore & super-sized botanica sports bar which is somehow through the randomness of the universe where i landed with my sister to sequentially carve up dance floors, drown in vodka, buy rounds of tequila & make new friends who fresh & flush with affluence match glass for glass & slices of lemon mass rounds of mescal. work hard, party hard culture is rife.

sometime soon i will wake up back here again in a world of focussed sanity, sheltered under the silhouette of the trees which frame the sleeping city beyond as wildlife i don't recognise gather around me singing their strange song. 

in the meantime i'm stuck in no [wo]man's land counting down hours of escape to stagger back to the serene cityscape & then to my adopted east coast hometown to my faerie daughter named for the weather, disfigured alien who thinks he's peter pan, cyborg wife, gay lover who won't allow me to touch his arms, myriad of lost boys & a bunch of beloved punk monks. there really is no substitute for family.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

observation of verbs: merge

1. to cause to combine or coalesce; unite
2. to combine, blend or unite gradually so as to blur the individuality or individual identity of.

this is a cancer cell image i found on the interwebs. the copyright is not mine. does it look like me?

exactly who is the monster here?

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Monday, September 19, 2011

becoming that which you despise. happily.

i scorned
i have

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

uncontainable in every way

what happens in the container stays in the container...

we [punk monk propaganda] had an art installation at sydney university as part of our verge festival presence this year [we also curated the opening party with major raiser]. the shipping containers were dumped on campus and we were fortunate enough to be granted one to play with for the duration of the fest.

paste-up container photo copyright: konsumterra

this is what the exterior of our container looked like thanks to much loved street artists konsumterra & boots who kindly sexed it up for us. inside was an entirely different matter and quite a separate conversation which will be pursued later. 

it all started when kate taylor started thinking in UV & i was channeling shamanistic temples. somehow by closing night we were at naked roller derby girls and paint. quite an obvious progression really. 

ky-lee menzies is not as innocent as she looks in any of the matters above. but this is a well earned beer. because unbeknownst to us by the end of the festival, all the paste-ups had to come down...

it took the punk monk chicks six hours collectively to scrape those suckers off. while i gadded about at my art exhibition opening they did the hard yards. i dropped by with buckets & grabbed a couple of peace-keeping snaps en route. the air was damp & heavy.

although these hotties manage to make the task look vaguely fun, it wasn't nearly as much as what happened the night before [see below]. and that's before we got under the lights.

a test cut of my little avant garde punk monk film G.L.O.W. will be projection bombed on the back streets of tortuga studios, st peters for in the night garden at sydney fringe festival this friday. 

it's a whole different POV of roller derby girls. uncontainable & unforgettable. 

now that we've escaped the threatened charges of public indecent exposure & the glue stains have worn off one thing is for certain: roller derby girls meet punk monk chicks are extremely good sorts/sports. at least the ones we play naked painted ladies with.

hold infinity in the palm of your hand

the best part about rolling a joint in a field of mirth...

and gazing down amongst the oversized seed pods into the valley beyond

is smoking it.

then rolling around & running amok afterwards

before descending down to the mountains edge to drive even further away from civilisation.

"to see a world in a grain of sand
and a heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand
and eternity in an hour."

- william blake

Monday, September 5, 2011

Sunday, September 4, 2011

T minus 4 hours

missed the plane twice already... 
guess i don't really want to leave you.

jet plane from punk monk propaganda on vimeo.

Thursday, September 1, 2011


i'm part of a group exhibition as a subset of the marrickville contemporary art prize soon. which is an incredible inner west initiative championed by ATVP gallery where i've exhibited a couple of times before. 

my concept was literally thrown together on deadline & and was surprisingly short-listed into the exhibition. short version = i am duly honoured to be featured at ESP gallery in the fringe dwellers exhibition in fine company. launch date ie. let's drink wine together = sept 10. daytime. BYO: rose coloured glasses.

my film project is entitled "anomie". it's a short experimental film & series of images utilising my bank of lovingly inherited 16mm found footage fused with experimental original noise composed specifically for the piece. that will be today. ahem. here's a sneak preview before i furiously go to work on the project for the next 24 hours.

leaving town in forty hours or so means it's another rush piece. is there any other way? labour terrifies me.

MCAP’11 fringe dwellers
ESP gallery 
228 illawarra rd, marrickville
sept 8-25, launch sat sept 10, 4-6pm