Tea and Sympathy
ArtSpace Urunga from March 12th 2022
Tag: contemporary
Bent Vinyl Madness
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 […]
Recording time
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 […]
Cathartic cleaning
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 Boof – out it goes Bags of linen out the door Lots of little boy toys Left on the nature strip With superseded gifts Tasteless souvenirs And dusty reminders Of previous […]
Stars in the carpet
(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.
Bermuda Palms
In 1977 I spent 9 months in Bermuda programming and installing a database for an international insurance company. I worked hard and played harder in those days. I also spent a fair amount of time alone and introspective, observing stuff. Like palm trees. Who do the palms wave at When the wind blows cool With […]
Smoke in the darkness
(Bermuda race riots 1977) Smoke in the darkness Unspoken fears Bubble to the surface Like scum or hatred Anger blows away Illusions of friendship Reveals another racist Jungle bunny talk Makes me want to vomit Out the unctuous stench Of misplaced white pride
Understanding “sweet sorrow”
Ah, love and loss and heart ache. Where would poets be without it! Better now thanks. Twenty year old poem that still works, I think. Feel free to shoot me down in flames if needed. She’s gone Through the aperture A last glimpse Then She’s gone Tears at the airport Happy kind of crying Home […]
springs cumming – november 1983
Living in Melbourne in the early eighties, I became obsessed with the poet e.e. cummings for a while … this is my stumbling attempt at his style. captivated by smiles gestures and rubbings he was funny when it happens along i thought when you least expect it and straightens your back with a spring in […]
Day-Glo Daze
Re-worked this timeless oldie … images and observations from a northbound road trip to join a hippy sports day in a distant valley. I made it up about the hob-nailed thongs! Day-Glo spacy waistcoats white overalls hobnailed thongs modern rural highwaymen armed with stop/go signs bright pink earthmovers make a night-bright sight stunning moonrise on […]
hugh wade 