We are now well and truly into the final weeks of this project, a fact which has made the coming of each Friday night even more momentous. It feels as though each of us are pushing ourselves that little bit harder to bring back something light-filled and special. So what have we got for you this week?
Well, I have transported myself to the shores of Mission Beach to reimagine my days there, Cindy has remapped and repopulated the streets of my town and Ashley gives us a fresh take on the exploding luminosity of The Who. We hope you find the light!
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Mission Beach, facing east
you talk of futures
etch his name
with mangrove quill
claim family-sized portions of sand
like these coconuts, you say
that come all the way from
Western Samoa
I will follow you
where you go, I go
you repeat this
just as the ocean crawls
up the sand
washes his name away
moments used to line up
the length of day
now they are few
and far from shore
salt flung, hoping
to stay afloat
GN
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CK
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I can see for miles
for the remainder of this song, anyway.
It mentions magic, and I like that
possibility:
possibly there has not been a deception
here, outside of Pete Townshend’s lyrics.
I can see for miles
and know where hungry foxes come from
hunting by my home
I see all the way to the Dog Star
and have deceived you
with idioms. With blackouts. Now my
intrinsic luminosity can explode
and with a chorus
repeating nine times before fading.
AM
Really like the scene you create with your poem Graham in particular the way you describe the writing in the sand.
Thanks Charles, the sand is such a beautiful page.
This week is a cracker – really love Cindy’s photo – haha and AM’s poem has a great swinging rhythm to the lines (rising, falling).
see…i missed this cause i was in san francisco for the weekend…smiles..love the photo and great poems both…again…smiles
Claudia, San Fran is a fabulous place to be any day of the week–I am envious, but hope you had a great time there.
Sad that it’s coming to an end, but what pyrotechnics! Now a Townshendian smashing of the instruments, a manic Keith Moon drum sequence and you, Graham, catching the microphone after spinning it at a 20 foot radius, a final Marshall stack shattering scream a’la Won’t Get Fooled Again.
I think this project is going to have another life somewhere Mark… it’s been too much fun to leave alone!
Getting the band back together? That’s great news, G.
Mate, if distance wasn’t a barrier, we’d be playing live!
Mark’s comments bring to mind the word ‘galvanizing,’ which is exactly how these recent weeks have felt; not so much ending as re-forming to emerge all over again. If we were a band, this could be our Perpetual Reunion tour, since none of us is ever in the same place.
Galvanize… such a great word and I feel it too A! Roll on Friday!!!