Our future origins

Each moment is a
BIG
BANG:

the creation
of an infinite number
of possible futures
that extend
g l o r i o u s l y.

Glorious fruit of the Barossa

Here's a fun one I wrote a couple of years ago about the Barossa Valley wine region here in South Australia. I'll probably include it in my next collection.

Barossa bliss

Graped
scraped
sun-baked
exquisite
landscape.
Thousands of varieties.
Litres of divine bouquets.
Sensational legs.
Extraordinary lengths.
And gentle
velvet-flavoured
forget-me-not
hangovers.

Daddy's girl

The Beautiful One has a beautiful little girl. She's a chip off the old block, that's for sure. I hope this captures the essence of their beautiful relationship.

This poem will probably be included in my second collection.

Daddy's girl

Gold head
blue-eyed replica
of your beautiful father.
You carry
your Daddy’s dreams
in miniature.
Fine blonde strands
delicate threads
of hope.
He swaddles your
honey’d limbs
and winning grins
in carefully woven
cloths of aspiration,
willing you
a glowing future.
He lullabies you
to dreams
so that you may wake
to a perfect world.
Every beat
of your little-girl heart
reverberates
in his big-man halls of music.

Subh Mhilis (and my sweet jam translation)

A beautiful, simple Irish poem by Seamas O'Neill (1910-1981) that I learned at school (taken from Favourite Poems We Learned In School As Gaeilge, compiled by Thomas F. Walsh, Mercier Press 1994):

Bhí subh mhilis
Ar bhoschrann an dorais,
Ach mhúch me an corraí
Ionam a d'éirigh,

Mar smaoinigh mé ar an lá
A bheas an bhoschrann glan,
Agus an lámh bheag
Ar iarraidh.

And here's my doesn't-do-it-justice translation:

There was jam
on the door handle
but I held back the anger
that was beginning to rise

because I thought of the day
when the door handle would be clean
and the little hand
gone away.

A black question

Why is it
so difficult
to break out
of the nightmares
we create
so easily?

Half life

This little one is from the vault, and was also included in my first published collection, Exposure (available from Ginninderra Press and Booktopia).

Half life

A half promise in his eyes,
a half-tone in his voice
and I die
in anticipation:
life seems to be
a series of deaths.

Solstice charm

An appropriate poem for the day that's in it.... this is also in my collection, Exposure (available from Ginninderra Press and Booktopia). Enjoy.

Solstice charm

On a June evening
the day almost ended
magic descended.
In an Adelaide hotel
a mysterious spell
weaved its way
between two struggling souls.
Angels
in mortals' guise
rendered surprise
assistance.
A sensual kiss
mystical recognition
of what was past
and what might be.
Warmth,
fire,
desire
and strange symbols
stir up
a witches' brew
of possibilities.
Between enchanted smiles
and sighs
they tentatively step
on the path to repair.
Bewitched lips
and eyes
beg for guidance
and healing.
Irrepressible grins
belie the sins
beneath.
Both charmed,
both disarmed
by the gentle fragility
and perfect clarity
of those tender moments
one June evening.

Sample (short ad) of my poetry

I wrote this quite some time ago. It was included in my first poetry collection, Exposure (available from Ginninderra Press and Booktopia).

Short ad

Welcome to the theatre of my soul
strictly limited viewing.
Watch the dreams unfold
no two the same,
but some recurrent themes.
(Half-price after 3am, when the flesh is at its weakest...but you still have to be in the know)

Special birthday wishes...

...to Seamasin beag bideach!

Happy Bloomsday

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I'm turning the atmosphere wild...

You have to love the folks at the Surrealist Compliment Generator.

Today's choice make-ya-feel-something was: You turn the atmosphere wild with currents of vitriol when you smile at the passing insects.

It's been a while...

Me again. Yep it's been a while, the Paul van Dyk gig was brilliant but a long time ago. Life and living seem to get in the way of blogging. I intend to remedy that and post more regularly (honest!).

I haven't been doing much in the line of writing music, but the poetry is spilling out. I'm aiming to publish a second collection towards the end of this year (2006). My first collection, Exposure, was published in May 2003 (do I hear applause?). It's available through Ginninderra Press and Booktopia. It's unlikely that a movie will be made any time soon.

As I said, I've been writing more poetry lately, and I've been paying more attention to editing and reworking what I write. I used to just write the poem and then leave it because of some sort of purist thinking of mine that it was my true state and expression of state at that time. I'm preferring what I'm doing now.

I intend to use this blog to explore creativity in poetry process, and to share poetry I like, as well as snippets of my own work (if I'm feeling brave).

And please feel free to share your thoughts!

More later. ;>)