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Next stop Tasmania…

It’s been another massive year for this Lost Shark, with trips to Melbourne, Blackall, Murgon & Hervey Bay. And in just over a week, Sheish and I will be flying south for a guest spot at the 2011 Tasmanian Poetry Festival.

The program has just been released, featuring a poem from each of the guest poets including, Andrew Burke, Les Wicks, Sandra Thibodeaux & Petra White. To get a taste of each of the fine poets who we will be sharing the stage with, head to the Festival website. I just know we are going to have a ball. Here’s another video of us performing Let it Rain / Meditations on a day when the river at this year’s QLD Poetry Festival (the footage on this one is much clearer)

and a video of Sandra Thibodeaux, collaborating with poet/cellist, Kevin Gillam.

So, Tassie… here we come!

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Live footage of ‘Let it Rain / Meditations on a day when the river’ from QPF 2011

It’s National Poetry Week here in Australia and today is all about sharing and thanks to Ashley Capes I am able to share some live footage of Sheish Money & I performing at Onwards to Infinity, the closing night event of QPF 2011. It’s a rare treat to hear Sheish giving the grand piano a tinkle and let’s face it, the venue has the best sound guys in town (yes, I’m talking about you Mr. Neehause), so the sound on the recording has scrubbed up real well. Again, I want to say a huge thank you to Ashley and Brooke for shooting some great footage of QPF 2011 (and there is more to come). So here it is… Sheish Money and I performing our collaborative piece ‘ Let it Rain / Meditations on a day when the river’. Enjoy, and in the spirit of National Poetry Week, feel free to share it around!

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Another Lost Shark Waxes Lyrical

The lovely Fern Thompsett, who puts together 4ZzZ’s spoken word show, Waxing Lyrical, recently sent me through a link to an interview I did on the show, shortly after the January floods. The session also features me reading my poem, Meditations on a day when the river, as well as an interview with Brisbane poet, Lee-Anne Davie. Lee-Anne also reads one of her poems and a poem from another local poet, John Wainwright.

So why not kick back and listen to Fern, Lee-Anne & I wax lyrical about the floods.

I also recently had my poem Ocean Hearted, published in the Bulimba Observer as part of their flood issue. There are also some amazing photos of just how wild the flood waters were. Well worth checking out.

And it’s still raining outside…

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Meditations on a day when the river (part iii)

perseveres with a drunken stagger

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abandons its leaky messes where once life was rumoured

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says goodbye to another son, another daughter, quickens its hunger, deletes ruthlessly

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knows better than children how to trample flowers, how bright wounds are in sunlight

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strips us of heat, of company, goes on remapping the city, perpetually ready for departure

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sees more clearly than anyone, how easily a city vanishes

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Meditations on a day when the river (part ii)

climbs the stairs and lets itself in

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enters more fully into life and its corners, bringing there, as one brings a cake or a bunch of flowers, a turbulence that leaves behind its sediment of images and ideas

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arrives like a wave, strange and rhythmic, a wave that would sweep the soul right out of you

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desires both the presence and the absence of life

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masks its amorous obsession with a thick and bitter smell

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reminds you that when the visible reality seems uglier than the one you remember, it’s because a lover’s eyes were looking at it and you are not in love, at least not at the moment

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Meditations on a day when the river (part i)

begins by burying sunlight

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collects the footsteps of a walk down from the old church, like memory, feels for the worn stone steps

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pursues a predestined logic, eyes beautifully open, travels a path parallel to its civilised bank, bears no resemblance to water

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creates a new shore with wildness that stops one’s ears ringing, wheezing incessantly, becomes another oblivion

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rushes carnivorous in a more and more deathly silence

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hears the sky contentedly fill in the earth behind it, becomes
kin to the dark

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