Category: Writing & Translation
THE MACHINIST (not the Christian Bale movie)
THE MACHINIST I have this dream of building a Machine. Tooled with human stem cells and a soldering iron, I will build it entirely with my own hands using rusty car parts and burnt out graphic cards, toasters, coat-hangers and broken brass instruments. I plan to weld an electromagnetic rail-gun to the snout, a hood-ornament pointing…
LOVE AND SCOPOLAMINE
LOVE AND SCOPOLAMINE It only takes the barest of breaths, a passing scent, a cloud in the palm of a hand. A few lonely granules in a whisky glass, a light rim frosting on the filter of a cigarette is all it takes. Love and scopolamine— distilled from this Columbian flower with petals like blades,…
THE OLD LADY IN ST LAZARE
This is one for all the ghosts we never talk to, never look in the eye, who were once counted among the ranks of the living, just like you and me. *** THE OLD LADY IN ST LAZARE The old lady in Saint Lazare isn’t old—she has this ageing disease. She materialized a year ago…
NOTES FROM ACROSS THE LITHIUM BRIDGE
A new series of poems dedicated to bipolar disorder, family ties and pharmacopoeia. This is number 3 in the series. Short and sweet. ***** NOTES FROM ACROSS THE LITHIUM BRIDGE III Never ask a bi-polar bear —How are you feeling today? The Arctic only has two seasons, hunting and hibernation, and besides, why bait a…
GOODBYE CRUEL WORLD
***** I strung my kite and licked my thumb and bid farewell to this cruel world, to all of you… You bastards! I blew a kiss to my poor old weeping mum, every bit the clown, her makeup a sordid mess. I tossed a pinch of dust, a blade of grass and watched them waft…
Metaphorical Gamblers Anonymous
You palm an Ace without a face. My friend, that is no Ace. You throw a coin into the wind and pray to lady chance. You play the deck, you count your chips, you play the losing hand. You bow your head to sacred laws of supply and demand. ***
I, too, am Bradley Manning
We all love the hacker archetype, the one-man-against-the-machine theme. They make great characters. Chelsea Manning isn’t a character, this is not fiction. She is a human being in a cage, slowly rotting away. Manning is kind of a hero, kind of a villain too. It depends. She is, whatever the case, an extremist. Edward Snowden, Julian Assange, Aaron…
The Never-Ending Party
A tiny poem from my After-Party series, which is probably going to be one of those never-ending things like DBZ or HIMYM. There is no closure in the Champagne Room. ***** AFTER-PARTY V Jet-lag is unforgiving down here in Australia. You’re not in Australia, says a voice in the dark.
Computer Generated Imagery – A poem unrelated to this almost entirely.
*** CGI 101: HOW TO SKELETONIZE A COW Throw some effervescent tablets, Vitamin C is best, into the piranha tank. Make them angry, shoot it in 3D. Dunk the carcass slowly. Drop the body on an anthill under the Sub-Saharan sun. Don’t forget the tripod. Swill a dry white and put your feet up. Fill a…
Crast! I missed the bus.
Recycling an old poem because the new ones are in the process of being whittled to needle-point in order to be thrown with great force into a crowd of people. I was 30 mins late to work today, and last night was performing a spoken word piece about punctuality, so this seemed fitting. This piece…