Written for Black Harlequin in Sydney, 1991, not long after completing Gibson's Neuromancer.
Like city neon,
garbled radio voices tuning in and out of white noise heaven.
Turning point. Transition.
I awoke!
A thin strip of blue, maybe ink, above each eye.
I sat up exhausted. What were they telling me?
My mind raced throughout body
expelling the mess of messages,
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Something on the other side
I was reminded of a memorable evening on Kings Farm, Northern NSW, in an enlightened state of mind with my long time buddy, David Nerlich... Was it 1989?
We penned this piece together which I subsequently wrote into early performances of Black Harlequin. Thanks Dave, for digging this one out 🙂
A ringed moon, Trunks … Continue Reading ››
A ringed moon, Trunks … Continue Reading ››
Urban Haiku from October
Tightly pressed
Add hidden tram
Scent of grass lingers.
Wind plots descent...
off grid navigation
Soon (re)membered.
DOODS response
This piece, from an ol' dear friend, in response to the DOODs inspired haiku deserves a space of its own. Thanks Nick, via NY.
blest screeching firetruck
across road krishna drums
a timpani of souls
DOODS Haiku
Inspired by the work of the Department of Ongoing Digital Situations (DOODS), I found the urban haiku lurking beneath my pen, drawn from the lanes of Melbourne's CBD.
Lane derive escapes
as concrete mouths hunger...
Graffiti lingers.