Tag: video
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New song about oldies
1989. Turning forty. I’m in my cab, two o’clock in the morning, sitting on Cammeray rank. No work on the radio, nobody about and I’m pretty down. These words popped into my head. Too old to be a boxer, too short to be a cop. Too young to be a wise man, my body’s not…
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Centrelink glimpse
A few years ago I was waiting in Bondi junction Centrelink to see about becoming a carer for my Mum. This is how it felt.
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Old on the outside
My mate Grahame, recently came to visit from Essex, England. We’ve known each other since the late 60s at Sydney University. He was about to drop out of electrical engineering to become a pop star and I was about to drop out of Medicine and get a job. Fast forward fifty odd years and he…
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Poetry pack number 12
Night trains started out while musing on the late night echoing of freight trains very close to where I lived at the time. Naturally it developed twists and turns and self reflection along the way. Not really dark, but definitely beyond the flippant and comic observance of other poems of mine. This next piece was…
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Poetry pack number 10
I lived in beachside Bronte for twenty years, last of the renters, before I moved north to look after my Mum at the end of 2012. Many lovely people, stories, parties and meals over that time. The Café Village by the Sea tried to capture some of that. La Donna Maria Maria was extraordinarily integral…
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Poetry pack number 9
Back in the cafe village by the sea for a while. For a short time, I read poems semi regularly on the community radio station Bondi Radio. Once I was asked to write a poem about hindsight, and one about Halloween. Here they are. Blue days. Conversations and thoughts about depression, triggered by a sense…
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Poetry pack number four
Lifebeats Youth grant Balm Tartangi woman Understanding sweet sorrow November moon
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Poetry pack number three
Men in tracksuits Sad smiling Aphrodite Country summer City winter Inches away from millimetre perfect Red light clatter
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Radio serial … The Video Diaries … Investigative journalism set in Ancient Rome
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.
hugh wade 