And, here’s Ida!

Ida - proof copies - 22/09/2022 When I arrived home from a couple of days away the package was on my front doorstep. This part of authoring and publishing never grows stale, for me. I'll likely make a few formating changes before I turn the book loose, but I'm quite happy with how it is … Continue reading And, here’s Ida!

Ida – a little fun and revelation.

Ida! Cover Extract from Ida: Searching for The Jazz Baby - 17/08/2022 It's been a job, but I am assuring and reassuring myself that I have just uploaded the very last text revision before I hold a copy of the book in my hands. Hopefully, I can order a couple of proof copies of Ida: … Continue reading Ida – a little fun and revelation.

Preparing presentations! Events move quickly.

When I last wrote, I think I was updating progress toward getting a Jazz Baby book together so that I could make some progress on a presentation. A bit of a whinge about how hard it all was, I think. I'm well pleased today, however. As things stand, a book 'Ida: Searching for The Jazz … Continue reading Preparing presentations! Events move quickly.

The Jazz Baby progresses

I make life difficult for myself. I've reported previously that my submission to present papers at 2 conferences in different cities in th esame week were both accepted. The subject for one was the Ukraine war and the place of poetry in translating the unthinkable, while for the other it was my 'discovery' of Ida … Continue reading The Jazz Baby progresses

Stories from the Crevice Communities symposium 2022

I'm having a big week! For several months now I have been a member of a group called Creative Practice Circle, which is a creative practice research group hosted by Charles Sturt University in Wagga, New South Wales. A year or so back they held a virtual symposium, which I was able to contribute an … Continue reading Stories from the Crevice Communities symposium 2022

confused (yet right)

patricia it’s a lovely namefor a girl little pat and her grandmaloves herthough leslie thinksmaybeshe loves hertoo much they don’t get onso wellmy motherand leslie but he dotes . . .just doteson little pat sometimeswhen I look aroundand don’t reallyknowwho I amor whatorhow I came to behere I see little patand thinkI must have donesomethingright … Continue reading confused (yet right)

jobbing dancing (moving free)

schoolwas never any goodfor me I had to leave sowhen I was stillfifteenI left I workedthenat mrs palotta’smillinery shopin the centreway that wasmy first jobandI was learning thingsthat were important hatsare important and mrs palottaand the staff . . . they werewonderful I thought they werethe most important peoplein the world my friend there –the … Continue reading jobbing dancing (moving free)

they wear out their tires (then let me go)

it is strangeto read aboutmyself. . .in the newspapers I try notto look fir anyof theirattentions but leslieis a little bitfamous and I suppose they thinkthat writingabout meis a wayof writingabout himtoo they arrested meoncewhen I was just lookinginto a shop window at the dressesand clothes that was detectivemadin he had alreadyworn outa set of … Continue reading they wear out their tires (then let me go)