admin May 21st, 2008
On the highway
Once we climb the hill out of the jammed maze of Geelong, the dust dry paddocks start to fill the windscreen. The drought’s been long and hard, there seemed to be a shimmer of green last time I came through, but summer has been unforgiving, those days in the high thirties [centigrade] and early fourties […]
admin May 20th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin May 19th, 2008
Doorstep - Object Writing April 30
Made of Stone, it’s a large block, carved , nicked, worn smooth, like a sea stone. Rickety door with brass handle, that turns round and round like a playground roundabout until it grips and the bites. A gloomy passage with no internal lights, walking into a kitchen of dulled intensity. Dull English mid-afternoon late summer […]
admin May 18th, 2008
Bulletin Board - Object writing - April 27
Largely ignored it snores away just behind me as I ‘ m making a cup of strong black tea, sort of looming behind me , wanting to tap me on the shoulder. I pull down the flat red flap of the hot water dispenser which gurgles and hisses out a measure of water, being very […]
admin May 17th, 2008
Airport
Movie theatre panoramic glass lets me view the ingress of the shiny white missile, nosing in from the neat tarmac along glowing lines of christmas tree lights to the accordion walkway that will soon play its jerky tune. There are clumps of people banded together, some with laughing smiles and heads thrown back, some with […]
admin May 16th, 2008
Waterfront - object writing April 29
A low rumbling toot vibrates the sleepy morning molecules as another container ship with leggo blocks of goods slips out of port. Automated gigantor cranes pick up more blocks and build another town on the top of another ship. The deep oily green water flaps against decaying barnacled pylons on the disused wharf.This is somewhere […]
admin May 15th, 2008
On the highway
Once we climb the hill out of the jammed maze of Geelong, the dust dry paddocks start to fill the windscreen. The drought’s been long and hard, there seemed to be a shimmer of green last time I came through, but summer has been unforgiving, those days in the high thirties [centigrade] and early fourties […]
admin May 14th, 2008
Waterfront - object writing April 29
A low rumbling toot vibrates the sleepy morning molecules as another container ship with leggo blocks of goods slips out of port. Automated gigantor cranes pick up more blocks and build another town on the top of another ship. The deep oily green water flaps against decaying barnacled pylons on the disused wharf.This is somewhere […]
admin May 13th, 2008
Bulletin Board - Object writing - April 27
Largely ignored it snores away just behind me as I ‘ m making a cup of strong black tea, sort of looming behind me , wanting to tap me on the shoulder. I pull down the flat red flap of the hot water dispenser which gurgles and hisses out a measure of water, being very […]
admin May 12th, 2008
Hospital - object writing 26 April
Naked dingy hallways echo ginger footsteps as I’m headed toward the room of light, It’s at the end of the tunnel. They’ve moved him into a more private room, there’s a view over the surrounding country side, it’s like a water colour painting in the half mist that’s left curling around distant lakes, fields and […]
