The Blue Space! Poetry Jam celebrates its first birthday.



We will feature an open mic and a slam to get festive! Musicians in attendance and still a GFC busting $5.



You are all warmly welcome :)



PS There was a rumour of cake but it's just a rumour!



Details -



Thursday November 15th from 7pm - 10pm.



at Petersham Bowling…

Tell Me Mary 30/10/12

 

The Day Danno Died (i. m. James MacArthur)

The day Danno from Hawaii Five O died

it was 84 degrees Fahrenheit and sunny.

Somebody, not me, had found some shoes

of a fifties vintage

in Uyeda's Shoe Store in Puck's Ally

where boxes are stacked every which way.

The day Danno died somone in Hawai'i

had probably entered Masako's Candy & Gifts

which is on the ocean side of Beretania,

between Piikoi…

I

Falling

featureless

dream of black and blue,

a thrilling deathly fall………. then shooting consciousness,

empty black presence...some sorta devil figment of a twisted mind bent straight.....

eternity!....the grand euphemism of our existence.

We feel it just like Blake… and know, when perception is clear in fresh night,

                                                                                 and…

My Les A Murray parody

An Absolutely Ordinary Elephant

An absolutely ordinary elephant makes tracks

to the breeding grounds of India

stops off to raid the Frost Free, terrorise

a few local farmers. Now that

forests are a vague memory (even

to an elephant who can't forget)

he finds beer and Sang Som liquor

absolutely to his taste.

Maybe he could cry, but doesn't.

A decade past he blundered…

Went to the launch of Your Friendly Fascist Selected & the "lost" P 76. Much subversive eminent gris about the place, when Alan Wearne was discussing old and new technologies he said "we're all on tablets now" which got a belly laugh from all us geezers & geezettes. A delight to rediscover voices from the 60s, 70s and 80s .

The Owl

Was it you I thought

your breath

on my shoulder

so cold and clean?

A memory of you

riven to me

like a silver pin?

As if I’d been taken

for nourishment

and devoured?

You who always watches

to whom I’m blind.

Except now, here, in a moment

I never expected:

you holding me,

I holding you,

our future and our past

flying through the…

You had heard how in the old village

You had heard how in the old village

of St Victor des Oules

all roads lead to the wells,

all spies know la source

a girl who stoops by the well

to wash her face.

On guard her unhinged dog

a chihuahua with a red bow collar.

She too has red shoes and a white lycra top.

She is holding sunflowers.

He has her.

Not disappearing in a hurry

(for Mark and Linda, P76 ‘missing issue’ launch)

The artists used to live there

in the mansion were the fun had disappeared

like mangroves.

Though last I checked small shoots

had sprouted in the mud.

Lantana never seems to die.

Robert, his teeth went first

but his poems were superb.

Then he did too, go, though Hillsong

got him combing his hair

for the…

A bridge



and four chambers



choir



by memory sing



the flowing 



centre of ready



life exchange



blood



forgotten by a man



muscle



language of stratus



smile



on the surface



necessity



of…

What we need aren’t more jobs or more things.

What we need is more joy. More love. A better experience of life.

The sense of being awake. Alive.

The experience of laughter. Of life, old and new.

In harmony with all action and inaction.

In love with every creature, every rock and stone.

Lifting our hearts to something greater. Something bigger.

Believing in everything and anything.

Things that never existed…

This Thursday morning, bright and warm,

half- past eleven of the clock,

the gardens past their Summer best.

A youngish man of no apparent abode

seeks shelter among the ornamental shrubs.

Not yet mid-day, and his day is done,

he crawls away from the constant path,

to lie hidden and homeless, in the

shadow of that eminent place of

Art and beauty.

He has the sense to hide, to spare our

feelings, we…

P76 Issue 1 from 1983 is now available on-line. It contains work by John Forbes, Grant Caldwell, Chris Burns, Annette Clynes, Nicholas Thomas,Chris Mansell, Laurie Duggan, Christine Burrows, Mark Roberts, Les Wicks, S. K. Kelen, Adam Aitken

"Angelic Whirl-A-Graph"

Its not simply

Your Natural Joy

That Pleases Me…

The quiet panorama of a gold coin

headless corona

shine circa void



no Sun King or brumaire



round nominal colours

lake of essence

transuence of a day's fantasia



the shell told stories

of elsewheres internal

inhabited by mutant waves



and he, in all teeth and beak

in…