Tuesday, December 17, 2019

Ulladulla Cut 2019

We only want to be provided clues 
No longer do we want our problems answered
From now on - dismantle and search
Under this contractual biosphere 
Knowing all of the hyped-up falsities
The everyday inference
My overvalued ideas 
Our failed continuum 

It was always out of reach
Barriers no matter how small 
Barrier no matter how thin
Have held me in sway

Cutthroat capitalism
Empires and colonies
Subjected new frontiers
Past crimes held beyond reproach

My car is making me fat
I no longer walk
These streets are devoid of humans
Nobody is noticing that everything is wrong
Until a barbarian walks by
Then cries of horror are heard

We come to catch a glimpse of the primitive
The pre-capitalist primitive 
The pre-Christian primitive
With the convenience of coffee and shops
Not quite the real thing
Taking photos
Buying artifacts

The Ulladulla Gatekeeper
In tribute to Russell Drysdale
In the greatness of the Gatekeeper's Wife
The opposing force

Of our voice
Of the audience 
Retelling and redistributing
Not one but many thousand
Can you hear my echo

Botany Bay Social Primitive

Standing within a political junction
In the footsteps of mass transportation

For the public good
And the complicated machinery of engineering a coexisting place
Racist stereotypes used to justify colonial conquest
To establish our  newfound enlightenment
As a legitimate entity 
As settlers obscuring the travesty of invasion

The British went on and imposed
Their penal settlements
Through conflict and violence
The natives were systematically killed

Declarations were made
Martial law was established
The kingdom's territories became larger
The kingdom became more powerful
Leaving us with symbols of grace

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Sunday, December 1, 2019

Melbourne to Darwin November 2019

Melbourne to Darwin

The Shopping Centre

Not knowing whether to be scared or to be content
Make your judgment
Halo or devil 

We describe our persona of creepy
In our religious manifestations
In our children books
In our stories 
In our movies

Our hell on earth
Permitting the dead to guide our fear and vision 

Peter went shopping
In our hallowed place of transaction
To think and talk about probability
To keep the gate open for approved believers
To revoke the others who continue to seek knowledge

Our gatekeeper of the significant fell into a moment
And became lost in thought 
He let his guard down 
There on a humble symbol of power 
Laid down to rest

A situation began to unfold
No-one saw who claimed it

Everyone knows Key 6 was extensively employed to establish Terra Australis Incognita
To support those of divine grace to access the fruits of this new world
To impose those bereaved from grace and imposed to a fate of generational poverty

The moment in which Peter forgot about key 6 
This was not an average day

The preaching son was lost in his moment
As he chanted God loves you all, a Pontianak stole control
Such is the path of a Saint

Peter's Key inspected St James Cathedral
Melbourne's first cathedral
Of Colonial Georgian aesthetic

Too small for purpose
An insufficient statement for ambitious  Marvellous Melbourne
Saved by key pioneer families

Sometime later Saint Peter found key 6 in Melbourne
Impulsive and yet cowardly
Being both hot-tempered and tenderhearted
Insightful and yet ignorant
Courageous and solid after Pentecost
Yet was hypocritical

I didn't know
I simply forgot
And to refind requires divine inspiration 

I forgot how to be prepared
And ignored the uncontrollable me

Once again we separate from one another
And before the night is over
As emotions subdue
I just slip away
Just to feel more at ease

I stumbled and freely fell
Down and in among the standard economy 
With guilt as my gilded suppressant 
Or was it fear
Or was it respect
I patiently waited in place
With everyone keeping an eye on each other
I waited until boarding was called

That is why you are here
It is not the easy option

Whenever you can find your place
In and between transience
In the ambiance of waiting
Find opportunities to make sense

I'm just waiting in place
Halfway between departure and arrival
A living cultural landscape
Paved and lined for the thousands
From generations to generations
More than myths and magic
No longer a featureless place
500 million years to today

The trepidation of being alone
When in the transition from place to place
Experiencing deep and vital dangers
Venturing into uncertain territory
Racing towards the chance
To experience heightened emotions
Of altruistic happiness
Sometimes I play dead
Then I am not afraid

Sheltered in your shadow
I put my hope in you

Too afraid to stand alone
I hide with the meek and quiet

We love the darkness thrown
Where in 
Here inside 

We safely tremble
This our place
Filtered from harsh light
Far beyond their righteous stone

Sense of transient place
Knowing you are almost home
It is all we have
This biosphere
My reasons for life
My sphere
My region of interaction
This is me as organic life
As atmospheric
In awareness

In our public places
In our shortened term

In our repetitive behaviour
We created  bonds
Forming reason 
A bond

To share our emotional identities
Our experiences
Our thoughts
Our feelings
Our memories

Wanting to be here
Caring and treating each other gently
By achieving more than just doing our job
In the sanctity of our biosphere
Of all living beings 
of all relationships
Being at home feeling magnificent

A Darwin Bougainvillea Christmas
The night before December
In beauty and in pink
Darwin Mall 9:30 pm
It is why I chose this place

It is not the method or magic involved
It is the dream that is imposed
To orchestrate chaos into reason
Questioning why not
Of each livelihood built on inherited death
To continually find beauty 
Through power and resource

Darwin Plastic Night

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