i had this strange, half-waking nightmare that i was playing the fiddle for a violent game of musical chairs in which i was also a rather frantic participant. two reasons:
1. i am busy.
2. my pickles are giving me nightmares.
1. is not as bad as it sounds, because aside from binge-working at my shitkicker welfare job (which i intend to quit very soon), i've been spending days talking about poetry and suchlike with the alice springs literati. last weekend we were treated to the insights of MTC Cronin, who is more insightful than is really fair on one person. today was a very democratic and helpful review of our work with Mike Ladd off Radio National, who was kind enough to tape us reading at the end. I have an unhealthy love for Radio National. i think they should make t-shirts (like the ones football fans wear) that say "RN is Life". i'd wear one.
anyway, i would be quite inspired by all this nattering about poetry if i had time.
at one point Mike commented that alice seems to have a common style of somewhat abrupt, conflicted poetry, often about violence. i think it's not so much a 'school' as a form of PTSD. minimalism as a result of exhaustion. life here is often about violence.
i wonder why all the poets here are women (bar a few fellas that don't come to workshops, cause they're a)shy or b)in jail). i hope it's not socially enforced gender conservatism, but i suspect it is more acceptable for blokes to sink piss at the todd tav than recite a few lines of free verse. possibly they are all too busy *engaging* in violence (i realise that statement is completely inappropriate and sexist. i need to quit my job).
there is something courageous about older women that i like. a lovely tendency to stir the pot by throwing spanners in it. at the pool today (last swim of the season! i said i wouldn't cry) a woman of about sixty asked me about my nose ring in some detail. i ended up referring her to the tattoo parlour. i really hope she does it.
life here is not just about violence. it's often about quirkiness and risk, and good art too. right now i'm very excited about shifting ground, and the opportunity to read a short story at the claypans - sandwiched between an indigenous astronomer and an israeli conceptualist. i think i used the word 'collision' elsewhere. it looks like being a very interesting month.
because of the fest, the ranch is hosting special guest star textaqueen. she has already produced a naked likeness of jenjen, which is now sprawled across our dining table. household appetites are so far unaffected... oh hang on, maybe it's not the pickles.
1. i am busy.
2. my pickles are giving me nightmares.
1. is not as bad as it sounds, because aside from binge-working at my shitkicker welfare job (which i intend to quit very soon), i've been spending days talking about poetry and suchlike with the alice springs literati. last weekend we were treated to the insights of MTC Cronin, who is more insightful than is really fair on one person. today was a very democratic and helpful review of our work with Mike Ladd off Radio National, who was kind enough to tape us reading at the end. I have an unhealthy love for Radio National. i think they should make t-shirts (like the ones football fans wear) that say "RN is Life". i'd wear one.
anyway, i would be quite inspired by all this nattering about poetry if i had time.
at one point Mike commented that alice seems to have a common style of somewhat abrupt, conflicted poetry, often about violence. i think it's not so much a 'school' as a form of PTSD. minimalism as a result of exhaustion. life here is often about violence.
i wonder why all the poets here are women (bar a few fellas that don't come to workshops, cause they're a)shy or b)in jail). i hope it's not socially enforced gender conservatism, but i suspect it is more acceptable for blokes to sink piss at the todd tav than recite a few lines of free verse. possibly they are all too busy *engaging* in violence (i realise that statement is completely inappropriate and sexist. i need to quit my job).
there is something courageous about older women that i like. a lovely tendency to stir the pot by throwing spanners in it. at the pool today (last swim of the season! i said i wouldn't cry) a woman of about sixty asked me about my nose ring in some detail. i ended up referring her to the tattoo parlour. i really hope she does it.
life here is not just about violence. it's often about quirkiness and risk, and good art too. right now i'm very excited about shifting ground, and the opportunity to read a short story at the claypans - sandwiched between an indigenous astronomer and an israeli conceptualist. i think i used the word 'collision' elsewhere. it looks like being a very interesting month.
because of the fest, the ranch is hosting special guest star textaqueen. she has already produced a naked likeness of jenjen, which is now sprawled across our dining table. household appetites are so far unaffected... oh hang on, maybe it's not the pickles.
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heya, i ought to be posting you zines, but in the meantime i just wanted to tell you that shifting ground reminds me a lot of the triple alice labs (http://www.bodyweather.net/mainframe2.html) and probably has a few people in common... well, maybe you would be interested in other examples of multidisciplinary land performance stuff. i find it all very exciting too.
sorta, but with less dancing and more conversations. and underpants. and thunderstorms.
zines! zines!
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