hugh wade

Author: Hugh Wade

  • KitKat KitKat KitKat

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    From my time in Berlin during the summer of 2008 … when the Kit Kat club was a lot raunchier than it is now. I almost blush to remember the shenanigans going on there when I visited … in the interest of cultural observation … three times. This is the poem I wrote combining my…

  • When clowns go bad …

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    Sometime around the beginning of the nineties, my friend Susi wanted to make a short film using an old Super 8 film camera. So she made this, about three naughty clowns who wreck a kid’s party and are hunted down and brought to  justice by the Clown Control agents. Very silly and suuuch fun! Dodgy…

  • Ode to the nipple

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    A couple of years ago a friend set up a night of burlesque and cabaret to raise funds to support a friend with breast cancer. She asked me to write and perform a poem on the topic … an ode to the nipple. This is what I came up with … It is the first…

  • Radio serial … The Video Diaries … Investigative journalism set in Ancient Rome

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    Sitting in my friend’s flat in Maroubra, looking over the airport, the beach and the rifle range, building my new Radio Comedy page. Check it out .. here … and at the top of the blog.

  • When we all had hair

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    Out of a stony breakfast conversation with some new German friends, this poem eventually made it to the light of day. When we all had hair Our souls were younger Drugs were stronger Days were longer We thought we could change the world When we all had hair Women had hair all over Equal rights…

  • Video Page

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    Videos. New page with links to some of my videos and films that I have worked on. More coming soon.

  • THE CAFE VILLAGE BY THE SEA

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     Summer In the café village by the sea, Angels live among us, Held dear to my heart, Spreading warmth and joy. As do the bouncy, smiling sirens Flitting between the Bays. From the Admiral’s to the Soldier Poet’s Sharing comforts of a kind. Alas, their song no longer confounds Adventurers needless of earplugs or restraints…

  • Trident Blue

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    My Mum told me a story once about my brother’s mate. She said, in her inimitable manner, “Hughie. You should write a poem about this!” Yes, Mother. Of course, this isn’t that story verbatim. This is where I took it … My brother has a good old mate He’s known since sixty-one Fifty odd years…

  • Dungog by accident

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    First draft of my experience waiting in Dungog for three days while my spare keys took 3 days by Express Post from Valla, only three hundred k’s away. Three days! Oh, did I say that I’d lost the  keys at my annual favourite “Music Arts and Lifestyle” Festival in the glorious Barrington Tops? Disappeared down…

  • Wasted words

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    New poem I’m working on … needs feedback to see if the rhythm and ideas make sense So many wasted words, still more struggle to be said. Endless parade of repetition, issues from the human condition. We prise fears from our psyches, turn them into marks on a page. Catharsis in ink. Discovering in the…