admin June 10th, 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 June 9th, 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 June 8th, 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 June 7th, 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 June 5th, 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 June 4th, 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 June 3rd, 2008
Automatic pilot - object Writing 28 April
My car is flying along the road and I’m on automatic pilot, stern hands grip the convulsing wheel and reactions flow without notice, my mind in a thousand zones at once, but the unconscious one is fixed in place, on automatic pilot.My uniform is not starched dark blue, no raised rivulets or captains wings on […]
admin June 2nd, 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 June 1st, 2008
coffee shop
So here I am, on the very same stage where the ‘Seekers’ got there start in the sixties. It’s almost like that folky vibe is still just rippling through the air. Mavis the proprietor is bent over shuffling around, almost bound for a wheel chair, she was here back in those days, with the tiny […]
