A few Powerful Spaces

This work was written in 2012 when I was lucky enough to be driving an 'ol drunkard roof plumber to work in Melbourne Victoria, since he had lost his license. One of his jobs was an egg shaped building next to the Alfred hospital and Fawkner Park ( an "egg for quacks" we called it). Now there is just something about Fawkner City Park where I spent those days, a well of resonance, of intention for so many people, for better health and meditation or worse war between nature and mad capitalism rush. Inspired by the beats, the chaotic nature of these poems, streams these conscious essences with a wild vernacular, a spiritualism guided by the modern doof electric festival culture. And so while some are quite large world and impossible, there are many micro moments from my simple humble camera balance as well...

Fire Twirling to the Sounds of the Rebel Horde

This poem is born from my deep love of the fire twirling art and the love of fire in all of us. As an art I learnt from a very young age at a festival called Confest, the feeling of its spiral through my body has guided my thought, life and poetry ever since. And so inspired amidst its idiom, I find this poem parallel to what W.B. Yeats said in his lines from Sailing To Byzantium;

O sages standing in God's holy fire

as in gold mosaic of a wall,

come from the holy fire, perne in a gyre,

and be the singing-masters of my soul.

Consume my heart away; sick with desire

and fastened to a dying animal

it knows not what it is; and gather me 

into the artifice of eternity.   

My special thanks to;

Yurylvov,

Emma,

funktifino69's channel,

Fringe Theatre ETRE,

Pheonix of Avatars,

Nighthawk Light,

and the

Ugnies Sokis Fire Collective

for the clips!!