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John Forbes 1986 - ANU_original

I dreamt last night I hung out with John Forbes and ‘hit the piss’
We talked about Frank O’Hara and the death of God
We talked about women and love unrequited
We talked about Sydney skies and how to write a good drug poem
We talked about the importance of tone and irony
We talked about how Dylan Thomas used to do a hundred edits on one poem
Strange these fragrant poetic moments
With good companions on the road to death
John was as cool as I previously imagined
Brilliant, witty and sardonic
Then we went to score some weed
And some cough medicine
And filled our esoteric needs

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Cones make patterns in my brain

Cones will never fuck your veins

Cones make music shimmer and sing

Cones make life a better thing

Cones make sex a funky thrill

Cones are much more fun than pills

Cones will clear up your depression

Cones will help your self-expression

Cones are crumbly, cones are green

Cones will never make you mean

Cones have brought me stoner friends

Cones will make your suffering end

Kalevalaic connections

Posted: January 4, 2017 in Uncategorized

great post about translating a great piece of finnish literature…translating poems is hard…I’ve tried to translate psalms from greek and totally stuffed it up

sanna peden

…aka “What bridges Finnish shamanism and contemporary Australian poetry?”

The first lecture I ever gave was on the Finnish national epic Kalevala. I was fresh out of Honours and I was part-excited at the opportunity, part-appalled that someone as unimpressive as yours truly could be allowed to lecture at university (mercifully I ground those doubts into a fine dust in good time). Wanting to get everything right, I spent the entire previous day… making traditional pastries for the students. Because of course. (I should probably mention that I didn’t yet know how to use PowerPoint properly, so it’s not as if I couldn’t have spent my energies on that, for example.*) Every now and then I have the opportunity to teach the Kalevala again, and my next excursion to the land of heroes is in about a week.

The Kalevala is great fun, not least because of its wonderful alliteration and…

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chicken

 

Darkest meat
Corpuscles
Rending flesh from bone
Blood simple expression
Like branches of branches of a tree, intricate
A witness
A wonder
Glazed with self-satisfaction
Ready to burst
Bent into suburban shapes
Curlicues in curlicues enhance fractal Zen mind expansion
Spiralling tornadoes of angst and ecstasy
How long
Till strange fat men in Hawaiian shirts are attractive to women
Till starlight galaxies spin immaculate through my neurons
Till death will be greeted with relief
Moments
Waterfall of time rolls down
Water transformed to blood
Corpuscles
Silence

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In the killer’s mind
Tangible mass of
Revolver in hand
Weight of the moment
Moonlight like feathers
Blood-simple
Bone-pure
Her wet mouth a red O
Afraid to breathe
Wide-eyes surprise
Shock of Victimization
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Three bullets in her mother-fucking head
Cordite effusion
Blood splatter on a wall
Eyes still surprised
Sliding to the floor
Broken doll
Busted Barbie
Lifeless meat
Stench of blood and shit

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Sometimes the worst feeling is no feeling at all
Five days past sad
Staring at walls
Struck numb and dumb by the awfulness of it all
A desperate infinite fall
Empty of all passion
Far from compassion
Reamed out shell like an insect exoskeleton
Full of nothing
Void of love
Vegetable man
Hollow, hollow
Without purpose
Dead inside and desolate
No meaning can be formed from a mass of contradictory sensations
No drive or energy
Like a fucked up old shell of a car
Can’t get out of bed
And when a friend asks how I’m doing
I stare into the vast panoply of human suffering
And can only answer
‘I don’t know’

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To me the nineties were a wild ride through an anamorphic mountain range with mystic-ecstatic highs and dark suicidal lows
Living on the sharp edge of reality enjoying the futile effervescent joy of mindless adolescent kicks
Everything is more real and intense when you’re twenties
And some crazy shit goes down
Some of my friends didn’t make it out alive
I focus on the mountain peaks now when I dream:
Kurt Cobain saving rock and roll from hair metal with a serious punk rock injection
Cool music being in the charts thanks to Kurt
One crime- breaking into a Deli and stealing cigarettes only to find when I got them home they were all Menthol
That moment when a serious hangover was steamrollered to nothing by a shot of smack- the ultimate hangover cure
Hundreds of cones, bongs, pipes and joints to a soundtrack of the great distorted guitar music
Singing along to the Pixies ‘Some Marijuana- if you’ve got some’
Kissing the gorgeous lead singer of the Dumb Angels full on the mouth with a dash of tongue on New Year’s Eve- they were like the Ramones if they were women
Playing a New Years’ gig at the Orient off my head on speed and picking up a groupie
Having an actual beautiful girlfriend who was not made of rubber and enjoyed fucking me
Going to the second Big Day Out with Sonic Youth, Nick Cave and Iggy Pop accompanied by shit-load of quality pharmaceuticals
Iggy started tearing down the stage and shouting ‘Let’s fuck this shit up’
Playing a gig with my band at a punk-rock-party and getting paid in morphine.
Playing my songs to great applause from the other psychiatric patients at Fremantle Hospital and realizing that crazy people are the best people- my tribe
Playing a gig where we sang a song about killing the pigs and smashing the state to an audience that included policemen-who were way pissed off
Getting kicked out of my own gig at the Loft for being too punk rock as I was channelling Iggy Pop while pissed as Shane MacGowan
Dropping acid five times in five days when lining up for the Cure then ending up with an engrossing drug induced psychosis which lead me to believe I was Nick Cave
Playing a gig in a tutu to get in touch with my feminine side and annoy the homophobes
Great friends, great beers, great music, great drugs
Only briefly interrupted by
Occasional classes at University
Occasional weeks of work at crappy jobs

But not enough to spoil the fun

Of sacred rebellion

Love this band

this is that song

Speedy Ortiz If you only listen to one song today, make it “The Graduates” by Speedy Ortiz (2015, from the album Foil Deer)

Speedy Ortiz is an indie rock/power pop/grunge revival quartet from Northampton, Massachusetts. Frontwoman Sadie Dupuis is one of the smartest people in all of indie rock, and by all accounts very much down-to-earth. She studied maths at MIT before going on to pursue a masters in poetry at UMass. It’s educational. It’s educational. It’s educational.

Because of her credentials, she’s often hailed as one of the best lyricists in the business. But it’s not just about flexing literary muscle. Anyone can write a book of poetry. She’s also a very qualified singer, and someone who realizes that being in a rock band is a lot of fun. People (myself included) have compared Speedy Ortiz’ previous work to some blend of Pavement and PJ Harvey. As a…

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this is a crucial reading to understand for the whole bible.

Friar Jeff's Quiet Spot

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“God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them.

This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus.

There is no fear in love.

But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment.

The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

We love because he first loved us.

Whoever claims to love God yet hates a brother or sister is a liar.

For whoever does not love their brother and sister, whom they have seen, cannot love God, whom they have not seen.

And he has given us this command: Anyone who loves God must also love their brother and sister.” – 1 John 4:16b-21

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