Here Flying

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Tis a photo of joy that reminds one to see

Past the murmurs to nudge toward something alive

Being that which connects and collides in a frame

Saturating a feeling of brightness inside

There atoning in wonder; illusioning fear

But you prospect for metals that steel your third eye

Fall upon this small magnet, deem one to be three

For the fourth is enforcing the fort caught engrossed

In my moment of sharing a careful word worn

Wearing waste jarring charred tarry stars from their place

Is a wayside where whey splits from curd and the corn

Found its oily way into good cooking and space

Here you wonder aloud where the crack has been formed

One can plunder light, draining some quiet repose

Lying low, waiting words sweeten rupturing line

To demand mindless maker defeat its caked praise

Ode defining the miners who seek what they find

Bolsters boyishness dearly adhering to rows

Taking weather near hither or thither to be

Coming back to the colour that brightened your sighs

In a thronging sensation; a resounding vibration

Persisting through filters that aid percolation

And a clear conversation, intent on elation

Bringing lingering things to the boiling point nation

Rolling out of the grey where you stay in all day

Reeling back from the black that attacked your old fray

Polling hacks that enraptured the brackish to clay

One can see now how clouds can delight in array

 

 

And like a bird, held mighty word

And like a bird, held mighty word

 

 

peace xxx

 

 

 

 

 

Mined Earth

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We eat the cows that eat the grass

We mind the cows to eat their ass

We cheat the vows we made to last

We mined the earth in ages past

 

We beat the chimps to bigger brains

We wine and dine upon the trains

We fleeting people on the plains

We find it’s dry until it rains

 

We eat the grass and smoke it too

We kind of care but so do you

We sweetly love the food we chew

We pine for more, the lucky few

 

We treat the earth alike a buyer

We sign a contract: No to Fire

We greet the desert then perspire

We line for food and eat food prior

 

We earth the cable into ground

We mine the minds that come around

We mirthful creatures safe and sound

We shine when eating from plates round

 

 

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An artwork in response to an amazing, earthing trip to the Australian desert in 2012.

The photographic prints were blown up, huge, on the wall.

The poem sat by their side,

eating away.

 

 

 

peace

xx

 

 

 

 

Always make sure…

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…you carry an axe camping.

Sure, the notion of being alone among several hundred kilometres of bushland has its hazards. For those not ripened in the camping arena, I shall inform thee of my new-found knowledge.

One is to worry much less about encountering potential lurking psychopaths than fallen trees. The latter proves to be almost unconquerable if said axe is not present for the road-block.

Even with an axe, your work will be cut out for you, so make sure someone else is there to do most of the hard work. After all; you’re on holiday.

 

That wattle…

 

But in the interest of honesty, make sure you do the hikes you went there for. It might be the most dreamy, golden, warm wattle-clad clearing you’ve ever parked a tent on, but the views from the top are guaranteed to make you glow… in and out, if you live in Australia.

 

Pigeontop Mountain

 

Then there’s the oft overlooked element: your company. For this trip, different people popped up like popcorn to make a bowl of delicious and hilariously satisfying adventures, now savoured by all kernels. You don’t need to know each other, just make sure you’re all of the same flavour, and remember; friends not on tether pop together.

 

peace

 

 

 

 

Let’s Hear a Story

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As promised, I went to the arid and dry.

Only, something had changed in the landscape of late.

Great plains, always salty, cracked and creeping on for miles sat below a liquid surface.

Here upon the plains a quiet; something stirred in ghostly waters.

Badger Bates, respected elder, told of slaughter on the flood plains; how the killing of native people echoed on and on for years.

It was then we heard the students who’d been present here before us often came to tears; unsettled in this place of darkened desert.

It was not until the elder smoked the students through a fire, and he spoke to spirits settled in this place of violent past. And what followed was a calm; a lifting light, a subtle sigh. The feeling of the landscape changed, no more they felt the morbid weight and felt no need to break the camp.

For my part, there I stood and felt with heart the toiling on the soil. My science told me “silly!” but my instinct knew much more. Who am I to judge from outside that the spirits were not haunting? There indeed existed much more than my sweeping visit told.

 

peace x

 

 

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Dear Australia, my home

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I love you. As I pack some things to head to remote Australia for a couple of weeks, I’m starting to think of the journeys I’ve taken in this part of the world, where landscapes almost too beautiful for words went flowing on for miles and into my camera lens.

 

I expect to be reinvigorated by the sparseness of space; the most elusive powerful element to the world we crowd today.

 

Regards,

A happy local.

 

 

 

 

peace out

 

 

 

I’m kaleidoscoping out the view

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Been playing around with some photos (note: done by hand, not inclined enough to have photoshop).

Gives me nostalgia for kaleidoscopes – where, as children, it made total sense to look at things upside down, side and out, back side up, back down side, side back down, up down yonder-

I digress.

 

Here are some of the interesting ones. Giant patterns of life and land…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

peace