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Video Poem - The Internal Life





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Structured lives
Within structures
For one
A day passes without meaning
For another
A day never to forget....









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Genesis:

Normally I write the poem first and then go out and shoot the vision. But in this case, while staying in Melbourne for a couple of weeks, I shot the vision, with the thought in mind that I would write a poem about Inner City Living.


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Two poems accepted



Hi,

Just a quick update to say that I have two poems that will be published in online literary zines during February. I'll link to them when they're up.

Many literary publications have moved away from print. This makes sense as it's cheaper for them to produce and readers don't have to pay. This makes the writer's work more accessible. Some of the older zines are still doing both print and e-versions and let's face it, writers like to see their work in print, but there are quite a few new sites that are flourishing because the work is so accessible. It also means people are submitting like never before so it's quite competitive. 

I've been busy with submissions of late, so hopefully 2012 will see a few stories and poems getting out there. That's where they belong.

My video poem This Internal Life up very soon.

Cheers.


Poem - A Life as a wish





A life as a wish

I’m tired of my dreams
Both real and imagined
One permeates my day
Propelling
Compelling
Ceaseless voice.
The other
Eating away at my nights
The disappointments
And woes
Of my subconscious
Dissolving me up
From the inside
Out.

Maybe they can come true
So I hear
From those few who’ve made it
But the truth comes at a cost
And the toll is already high.




It is more than tiring
It is a whittling away of the senses
Blazing
Charring
Never satisfied.

I’m exhausted
And realise I’m running out of energy
And patience
And only wish
To be left alone
From these dreams
The internal
Eternal
Curse of the Dreamer.





Next post,
The first video poem of 2012, The Internal Life.


Keep smiling,
Until then
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Mini Fiction - A gentle book in a man store.






A Gentle Book in a Man Store.

A gentleman in a bookstore approached me, while I was in the tropics on holiday, when he observed the book I was browsing. Apparently a good read. The title, irrelevant now, revealed later...
A conversation ensued, followed by a stroll in a mutual direction and a decision for coffee. He told me he had worked in Music Management and had signed some of the biggest acts of the eighties.
He told he had retired at fifty two, had been married five times but that he was not a father. He owned a big property. And a small publishing press. For the love of it. Drove a Mercedes. Had a beautiful exotic garden. And a Golden Retriever. Dressed well. Had a nice watch. And had been with his current partner for twenty years.


I admired his journey, but soon realized that he had asked me very little about myself.
I mentioned an eighties band I liked who had not been a huge success but earned longevity, the desire of many an artist. Yet he did not know them.
When I quizzed him on local property prices, he floundered. Yet spoke confidently on rentals.
He spoke bravely of his decision to quit his old job in his late fifties. Did not wear a wedding ring. Had no clue on pet food prices (as I have a dog), yet admitted to relating to cats since a child. When I confessed to being a writer he skirted around the topic of his ‘hobby press’ though let slip that he did not know a reputable Publishing house.
Surreptitiously re-examining his watch, I considered it a fake.
He hated gardening and when pressed, body corporates. He also said he detested women who demanded child support in a post-sexist world.
I was suddenly in a hurry. As I was leaving, I half-heartedly asked him if he wanted a lift. He said it was not necessary as his BMW was close by.

I don’t need to tell you that the moral is, if there must be one, don’t take everyone on face value and I often find that those who only talk about themselves, are too self-enamoured to be trusted.

Oh, and the book? Catch Me If You Can: The true story of a real fake. 





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A beginning beckons

Tunnel of Love - Ukraine. Photo by Oleg Gordienko http://500px.com/olgertas


Hi and Happy New Year.

I just wanted to begin the year by saying thank you to those who drop regularly, and to those who don't, well I hope you drop by more often. I try to post once a week. Family, work and my own creative writing and video projects prevent me from committing to more than that, especially as I try to post original content, such as poetry, short stories, film reviews etc, though I know many people put in a lot of work to traditional blogging, whatever that is.

So what I want to ask is this; what would you like to see here more or less of this year?  I like posting poetry as it's short, doesn't demand a lot from the reader and expresses my creativity. Yet, I'm open to ideas.

As it happens, I just received proofs of my novella, BOTTOMLESS RIVER, which is very exciting. Apart from a few poems and stories, this will be my first official publication. Let's hope this is the beginning of a career of sorts, though the industry is in a spin right now, so it's tough out there. I hope you'll follow me on my journey, (hence the top photograph).





I also hope you're doing well, in your projects, hobbies, relationships and that life is treating you good as it can be the opposite and if so, that this is a year of change, and excitement and love and happiness for us all.


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