The ejected capsule will not re-enter the docking bay. If this were deep space, lives would be lost…
I give up on reassembling the space-age vacuum cleaner, and flop onto the couch. Glancing across the room, I ask, “So, what’s it like, not being able to hear conversations, or read a book?” Continue reading
a fierce and frazzled freznel fairy
flittered free of fraynel fold
fluting flying fleeting flouting…
returning once the tales were told
what happened here
that your rocks all stand on end?
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!
a snippet from one of my favourite poets, Bill Neidjie, from his book Story About Feeling.
… 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 with Emily, I was reworking a haiku I wrote on the first day of our trip on our way to the Tarkine nearly 2 weeks ago.
Now I had two versions of the “same” poem; I liked the first, but felt the new version would be perhaps better as a freestanding allusion to my experience. Not sure which I should record, I asked Emily’s young ten-year-old housemate, Avian, for his advice. He agreed to help, and promptly lay down on the couch with eyes closed, listening attentively.
I read him the first version of my haiku and asked him to tell me what he pictured. (As he didn’t know the context of where we were camping, I thought his response would be helpful. Which it was!) Here is his explanation upon hearing the first version:
lapping sound of clouds
landing duck scatters mountain
raven caws the morn
Avian: Well, a bunch of heavy clouds come down and slap the top of a mountain;
then this really gigantic duck flies down and lands on the mountain & smashes it to bits;
and a raven cries out when he sees the mountain explode. 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 to “cover my airfares”. I jumped. I had nearly visited the Tarkine two years ago, but ended up on Bruny island instead, enjoying the acoustics of the lighthouse there. Following my Bruny lightflute adventure, I returned to Hobart and met Emily in a cave… no wait, that was a separate trip. Here is the blog on our 2015 cave encounter. Anyway. I love performing with Emily, and I certainly wanted to spend time in the Tarkine, and I believe the work Bob Brown and his colleagues are doing to help protect our precious piece of Gondwana Land is so important. I was in! Continue reading
and dusk begins
in the tree beside the deck Continue reading