20/08/2009 sunrise from my balcon, glad i saw it as the day has gone grey


time these came out for an airing

a sighting of rare beauty

sizeable teeth punctuated by gaps
a golden frenetic fuzz of wild wispy hair
an electrifying mop
mouth stretching in a smile across his face
beware the power of red Leicester
something we will never know
you and me, me and you
spinning beneath a striped hoop
rolling and rising, never to let go


on the plane

Oh foul youth
unfortunately I see you from the corner of my eye
excavating so profusely, painstakingly for the crust nuggets
lining the interior of your youthful nostrils
for want of anything better to do with those idle pudgy fingers
you relentlessly chip away in your hidden nasal passages
I am confounded and bemused
at that moment your ultimate joy in life is scratching, poking and prodding
to reach the illusive lower reaches of your thoughtless grey matter
a joy so readily shared publicly with an audience

Screwing and scraping without respite
Only withdrawing the offending digits to roll and flick
to rub and cast vile pieces onto the floor
onto your jeans, the seat in front
frankly anywhere those blindly searching fingertips
can absentmindedly offload their matted deposits
touch caressing and wiping
small mercies arrive in the unthinkable not occurring
the consuming of the crusty bodily excess
I sigh inwardly with relief

Feeling fluffy today, sunrise was slightly hazy (had a bonus sighting of Stef x)



Had fun with a leaf attached to cobweb that was spinning
It reminded me of Toyoko's creatures that she suspended from the ceiling

Notebooks

I have lots of notebooks
with patterns on their covers
or plain or moleskin style
they have a certain tactile charm
but many remain with blank, wasted pages

Often I'll write the 'good stuff' in the front
in careful neat hand
these pristine pages are for quality ideas
while at the back
freeform random thoughts flow, back to front
sometimes upside down, with pictures or doodles

Noone will see these notebooks
so why do I care?

This blog is my new notebook
environmentally friendly
a space where it's easy to visit
to add to erase to explore

for Shirley, Shelley and Sarah

worth REGISTERING for—next tour Sunday 13 September

http://www.hht.net.au/whats_on/event/tours/tankstream

worth CONSIDERING

http://www.historycouncilnsw.org.au/events/events?search_id=region&region=Metropolitan%20Sydney

http://www.hht.net.au/whats_on/event/lectures/annual_history_lecture_2009

One last post before my independent-thoughts curfew kicks in 10am (I read for work on the bus you see, so I allow myself the luxury of free thought before work)

[A must-see, delete—as I dislike this expression, but the sentiment remains] Toyoko's creatures of peace and calm at Kinokuniya between today and 18th Aug.
http://www.passmeasmile.blogspot.com/



I fell in love with 'Iffy', reminiscent of Piffy—only in name, it's all in the eyebrow!

ipods

I wonder what the effect of always walking around plugged in is? Everyone is in their own bubble of music, but perhaps we miss the sounds of everyday life. So, this morning I listened and this is what I heard:

Downtown followed by William Tell on a saxophone
i smile
the growl of bus engines
kerclunk of a till as money is collected
a moving trolley beeping as it rolls past
'doors closing, please stand clear'
the soft electrical hum as the train gets faster
bouncing, creaking of machinery,
the carriages, like a rusty-springed bed
the hollow beat of empty music
a repetitive ta-ta, ta-ta, ta-ta
as the train rolls over uneven rail
spoken silence filled with noise
and the tap of footsteps on plastic stairs

Patterns of the Past

Patterns of the Past, the Mint, Sydney

Inspiring fabric designs; old books with original swatches of material; 1809-1829 'Ackermann's Repository' with fashion, political and cultural writings from early 1800s. Book on the acanthus, which said in the book commonly known as dock leaf, this isn't so I think

The Mint, old, grand building, filled with the ghosts of memories

And John—these events are always intriguing for the people you meet

Light in Sydney

the 'i' first appeared on my bedroom wall
then cast itself across the harbour water

060809—the i looked distinctly like a semi colon ;

To INSPIRE

-Mona Hatoum photography
-Light in Sydney
-Einstein
-The Blue Mountains
-First sun at Ballast Point Park
-My friends

...and FRUSTRATE

-The safe@Hotel Marienbad, Berlin
http://www.cultureprojects.com/pressdtl.aspx?id=2440&cid=24&lng=en
What's inside?

Correspondence received August 3, 2009 [my visit August 2008]

Dear Jasmine,

I am so sorry to not be able to satisfy your curiosity. The safe has not been opened by our visitors, so noone besides the artist knows what has been inside it.

Sorry!

Best regards,
Denhart
----------------------
KW Institute for Contemporary Art
6th berlin biennial for contemporary art
Denhart v. Harling
Press + Communication
Auguststr. 69
D-10117 Berlin


To DO

-Subculture in Sydney
www.twothousand.com.au
-Festival of Dangerous Ideas, Sydney
http://www.sydneyoperahouse.com/about/program/festival_of_dangerous_ideas.aspx
-Customs House, Sydney
-Historic Houses Trust, Sydney
http://www.hht.net.au/
-Ride my bike

To SOCIETY

-Planting trees
-Oceanspirits and leatherback turtles






To EAT

-Young Alfredo and Martha pizza


To DRINK

-Smallbar, 48 Erskine Street, Sydney


To LAUGH

-Piffy the talented bell ringer
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C4NFeQDMn14


To DRIVE

I'm not a car person, but this place is like a museum for cars
http://www.classicthrottleshop.com/

To DESCRIBE

Pop: On the screen, so the image can really pop
I reckon you should go pop him
I'm going to pop in later
Gotta go to the loo, or I'll pop
Fancy some fizzy pop
Or listening to pop
Perhaps looking at pop art
Hey pop where's pops
pop-a-doodle-doo!

orange crayfish

i wonder if you knew
you crept inside a special place
inside my mind
and now i'm struggling to close the door
but i must
lock it firmly tight
forever


for julia, hee hee