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they're not friends
friendships need more than geography in common, but geography is certainly a first step.
bee bop
Monk epitomized the bee bop movement alongside Gillespie.
I can see Gillespie, but Monk as well?
he pushed it further than the other bee bop guys sure, especially later with his appreciation of Coltrane
tactical gentrification
buy into impermanence and become a content contributor. spray your brain on the wall.
focus on the task at hand
i have inherited a prison. i have inherited short sightedness. i have inherited indecision.
coney island
people would come from all over the world just to sleep on the beach, but they don't do that any more. some things change.
trop content
i am playing with someone a little older. it's a new thing for me. they put me upon this pedestal. they sweep through and make the move and i cannot be bothered to redo whatever they have done. i am settling into obscurity. i could do without the walk in the rain.
bursting at the seams
the image is coming closer to the real thing and the reaper is hanging out at my front door. i still want a little more of all the dimension i can get. time, length, breadth, whatever you can lend me. i have nothing but energy in my shoes.
get on with it
work through the hangover, work through the depression, work through the famine, work through the light and dark, work through the lack of inspiration, work through the flippant tom foolery, work through the loud and drunk milling on the streets, work through the false impressions, work through the mood swings, work through the words, work through the confusion, work through the law, work through the bullshit and air traffic control, work through the construction, work through the unworkable, work through regret, work through yearning, work through shame, work through a life of pain.
what is information
information is difference. difference in phenomenon. difference stimulates the perception apparatus.
back into the whitewash, back into the pans, back into the city.
single electron postulate again
there are differences even in the same. for the electron there is no
time at all. to split the single electron is to split time itself. time
of the single electron and time of the split electron. can the split
electron time travel?
single electron postulate
where are you going with this?
no idea really.
come over and stay with me until you work something out.
i want to say no.
do you want you want.
let's drink to caring.
aunt mother gran
family always drags us back. family is the inescapable gene pool which binds us to the mess of names and the mutliple.
native title; invasion entitlement
a cautionary tale of misplaced communities and flight of the privileged. when one has no where else to go then the flight becomes fight. islanders refind their traces on the beach. history washes upon the shore.
corner of bourke and mort
now i stand at the check out...a twenty year old girl punching on the register. that could be my daughter working at the hayastan speciality corner store. no one declares income round here.
disparate family
so twenty...twenty five...that'd make her forty five today. round here somewhere she'd have a twenty and eighteen year old, both girls i believe. and buried somewhere in a desert on the other side of the world would be the eight year old boy.
who knows?
we know she had kids in her thirties. if we say she was born in eighty, then she had the first one at thirty five and the second at thirty seven, which would make the kids twelve and ten. she'd be forty seven now. whyever did she give up on her career and family?
gene survival
a little time out of the family confusion turns into ditching them and re-entering the make something out of yourself game. danger is calling. terror is calling. to escape one family only to fall into another and discover the biological destiny in the demand for war time reproduction. the children are worth fighting for.
hayastan
the bakery, the fresh food, the fast food, the flowers, the condiments, the cans, fridges and freezers push back to the deep end of the aisles. we are a couple of old geezers pushing cards around out back behind the shop. sitting in fold up chairs around a fold out table folding cards in a fold up life. stay or fold. deal again. play out and shuffle. this is where i come for my raki.
surry hills
no post delivered to my door. poste restante is the corner store. just another thing to come around for. i include people, the same people, within my routine of necessity. i stay still long enough to make the rounds and become a familiar face. i have presence in a lunch box, but i eat at home. outside i turn down paying for anonymity and enjoy walking in a community. best kept small.
earn a little cash
catching a cold working through winter at the falafel deep fryer. no talk of the time cost where loneliness checks out.
storytelling
start with the end and work backwards. you know where you came from, so nail it the first time round. how far does you attention span? no need to read past the first page. it is all there. everything that follows is a vignette or an explanation.
hermit's way
so the home life is very hands on, community minded and routine. there is no asking outside of the known names, faces and places. regular corner store stop off for fruit vegetables and messages. there is a spirit for herb trade around the card table out back and a sack of yesterday's bread for a few eggs. she is a burnt bridge and the store is an open check point.
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