And so it goes...

.......This is a blog where my other self exists in any number of the dimensions of Time and Space........... .

Tuesday, 31 July 2012

For all my old school chums

who, forty years ago, were struggling through  HSC English with this play...a rich and profitable study it finally turned out to be.

under milk wood
What seas did you see,
Tom Cat, Tom Cat,
In your sailoring days
Long long ago?
What sea beasts were 
In the wavery green
When you were my master?
I’ll tell you the truth.
Seas barking like seals, 
Blue seas and green,
Seas covered with eels
And mermen and whales.

What seas did you sail
Old whaler when
On the blubbery waves
Between Frisco and Wales
You were my bosun? 
As true as I’m here
Dear you Tom Cat’s tart
You landlubber Rosie
You cosy love
My easy as easy
My true sweetheart,
Seas green as a bean
Seas gliding with swans
In the seal-barking moon. 
What seas were rocking
My little deck hand
My favourite husband
In your seaboots and hunger
My duck my whaler
My honey my daddy
My pretty sugar sailor
With my name on your belly
When you were a boy
Long long ago? 
I’ll tell you no lies.
The only sea I saw
Was the seesaw sea
With you riding on it.
Lie down, lie easy.
Let me shipwreck in your thighs. 

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

In homage to modernist poetry

To a Dead Lover

The dark is thrown
Back from the brightness, like hair
Cast over a shoulder.
I am alone,

Four years older;
Like the chairs and the walls
Which I once watched brighten
With you beside me. I was to waken
Never like this, whatever came or was taken.

The stalk grows, the year beats on the wind.
Apples come, and the month for their fall.
The bark spreads, the roots tighten.
Though today be the last
Or tomorrow all,
You will not mind.

That I may not remember
Does not matter.
I shall not be with you again.
What we knew, even now
Must scatter
And be ruined, and blow
Like dust in the rain.

You have been dead a long season
And have less than desire
Who were lover with lover;
And I have life—that old reason
To wait for what comes,
To leave what is over.
Originally published in Poetry, August 1922.

Friday, 11 November 2011

and the guns fell silent..


Lest we forget..
Pvte Edward D'Arcy Kendrick .no 2131, 9th Battn then 3rd Brigade MG company 1st AIF . KIA The Somme 25/7/1916 (1896-1916)
Pvte Amos Wardill of Southend,Essex, no.89546, Machine Gun Corp KIA Flanders ,21/03/1918

Friday, 4 November 2011

To the memory of Arthur Easton

Jones St ,Ultimo, 1979.....

Now I don't hardly know her
But I think I could love her
Crimson and clover

Well if she come walkin' over
Now I been waitin' to show her
Crimson and clover
Over and over

My mind's such a sweet thing
I wanna do everything
What a beautiful feeling
Crimson and clover
Over and over

Crimson and clover, over and over
play the song big boy!!!

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

Recovered Pics..well well well

first up 1978/79, sort of a New Wave  street life inner city  time..Paternoster Row Pyrmont..refers well with Arthur Easton 1978

Brumby St ,Strawberry Hills 1983/4