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...
