from my soft perch of mossy green between tangled roots of Tannenbaum I hear faint clanging sounds wafting white clouds seem to bear the gift of many-timbred bells phantom cattle grazing veiled and distant slopes? perhaps… multitudes of splashing rivulets wend through … Continue reading
I follow parallel scars, lured by their bumpy wayward promise. Leaving the dry red sand, my car skirts marshy grasslands, attempting to keep the lake in view, sometimes only imagined through tangled trees. I am seeking the illusory “far end” … Continue reading
“Empty Bottles” is a long-winded poem on the drunkards’ middens of the Northern Territory, written in 1893 by William Aaron Millikan, my mother’s father’s father. When I first read his poem a few years ago, I was not enamoured of it’s form. … Continue reading
what happened here long ago that your rocks all stand on end?
Dave Reynolds – Photographer The view from the campsite at Frankland River, Tarkine, March 2016. I like im. I like im camp outside because of course you got to sleep outside, you got to feel im that wind and look star! … Continue reading
… the hidden meaning of haiku On Tuesday 5th, in South Hobart, all performances finished, I was preparing for a recording session scheduled for the next day. Having finished writing my part of a collaborative score for a new duo … Continue reading
“An ecstatic meditation on ancient takayna/Tarkine wilderness in sound and words” That’s the bi-line Emily wrote when she invited me to join her in Tassie to take part in the Tarkine in Motion project, followed by a series of concerts … Continue reading
