Revision at the end of a year

A task of revision - A Magpie Sings at Midnight What a bittersweet thing is revision. You might recall that a while back I allowed myself to get carried away by using lines and phrases taken from T. S Eliot's The Waste Land as the basis for my own writing purposes, acting as prompts for …

a ripple of the air (a breath to take)

a ripple of the air (a breath to take) - damsel fly - 22/12/2022 hold I hold a breathto take all the dayI have beenflying ridingon breezes in hot pursuitof . . . a leaf movessuggestively the currentof the airdriftsa ripple this way . . . this way . . . that and thenaround again …

provocations for a workshop on poetry

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watch me (I wait you)

watch me (I wait you) - mugshots - 14/12/2022 watch me ... I watchyou faithplays no part you may dosomethingand Iwilldo something before you before me the timingis unsurebut . . . you willandI will I watchyouwatch me so nearlyIam ready ~

the place (that is mine)

the place (that is mine) - mugshots - 13/12/2022 I will walkwhere no-one goes let the roaddecide my fate keep my eyesfastupon the ground one footstepis allthat I can take one stepthenone step more slowlyslowI make my way all the sightsthat lieso low those are mine I takemy place ~

again (in almanac or archive)

a yearalmost done now another archivecomplete so I can stareat the pastto recallwhat has been or take uprandom volumes –pretendthey are new – read my lifeover to liveonce again ~

change (for the sake of love)

change (for the sake of love) - 05/12/2022 for the sakeof loveI changemyself from what I was towhat will be the shapeto comefrom justa memory for the sakeof lovethe changeof me ~

the music plays (in the distance)

the music plays (in the distance) - Mugshot 1925 - 04/12/2022 do you see . . . over there . . . offto the side . . . I think –maybe –thatis where my lifewent somewhereaway into the distance and it left mebehind to face my musicalone ~

straight and tall (the strength to leave)

straight and tall (the strength to leave) - 04/12/2022 even though the nightcan confusethe day time though the greenfades intoblack even though the wayis darkbefore me I will clingto you –so tall and still I will clingto you –take strength –before I leave ~

Soooo . . . Who is a graphic designer, then?

Yesterday was my last day of attending the Tafe Institute in Wodonga, Victoria for my Graphic Design course. Some results are still to come, but the work is done and the Exhibition has been held. It has been amazing. Challenging all the way through, but equally, rewarding all the way through. My banner, below, highlights …