I seem to have embarked on a gentle crusade to rid the world of trashy music on vinyl by trawling op shops and second hand markets for records, which I then turn into idiosyncratic “sculptures”. Bubbling ideas and smoky afternoons in the clearing in the forest have produced a variety of strange constructs. Here are some […]
It’s been a while … four or five months … guess that means I have a life outside the screen dream. Yes, I’ve been creating another monster from bits and pieces of other people’s discarded junk and unwanted things. Here are some pictures that show its growth from the initial stage … but it’s still […]
Making life easier … so I paid a little bit of money and now you can reach these pages via a new, less clumsy website address … hughwade.com Not that I have been very creative with my writing lately, more involved with creating some sculptures made from recycled stuff. One is almost ready for the […]
A few years ago I came home and found this on my answering machine … for a wrong number. My flatmates and I cacked ourselves for weeks as we played it over and over and started to recite bits back at each other. GOLD! My mate Dan did the drawing. Turn up the volume because […]
DOH! Just found out how to embed a media player in the page with the poems, so you don’t have to open another page with the sound file. We live we learn we improve we hope Good night nurse!
Just finished recording twenty recent poems … 19 of which I have updated on this blog, and one has gone missing … or should I say “has been temporarily misplaced”. Ironically, its the one about me being stuck in a small country town for three days after losing my car keys after a “Music, Art […]
Playing with words and travel observations in the world Disunited states New Lexicon Inertia North Provoked’er South Provoked’er Flurryda Maim Correctyagut No Work Alreadygone Cantaffordya Michigone Illofnoise Taxes Loserana Vaginia Tendency Industrial outskirts peppered with trailer parks Then come the home stores White goods furniture and lifestyle Fast food car yards and junk Glimpse or […]
We’ve all been here i reckon … Cathartic cleaning Room to room Do I use it? Do I like it? Do I need it? Boof – out it goes Bags of linen out the door Lots of little boy toys Left on the nature strip With superseded gifts Tasteless souvenirs And dusty reminders Of previous […]
Hanging around in Melbourne pubs and clubs in the 1980s, being cynical and feeling sorry for myself. Ah, to be in my early thirties again! Not! Teenage fashion junkies Playing poor Fifty dollar hairdos Labels on their pants Hip shack rhythms collide Push through the sweat Women yawn together In the breaks They wait for […]
(Bronte space thoughts 2012) Vacuuming stars at midnight From a grubby seaside carpet Nick Drake background hums My seventies London soundtrack Feel sixteen at sixty-one Rushing fast to sixty-five Single bed room Sanctuary and prison Full creative life Empty of passion Put away childish things Time to be a proper man Right.