our local rag surveys 5 ‘people on the street’ every day with topical or inane questions. & today they asked “should david hicks be allowed to sell his story?” of course, the popular consensus was “no way”. it appears no-one here is too concerned about the consequences of stopping stories getting out. guess that’s a slippery slope people don’t give a shit about.
in other news…um. went to see les murray read during the week. it was good; he does what he does well – i mean when he takes on ‘the land’ & gets all philosophical on it, it’s worth going on the trip with him. when i saw him afterwards i said: “we’ve (laurinda & i) been enjoying yr book”, to which he said: “well, that’s what it’s for”.
i’m gonna post a poem i wrote a while back, cos i want some kinda internet poetic dialog to get going. ron think of some comment to this – i know you will read this, so get off the rugby sites, nobody cares about the all-blacks. here (this’ll ruin my posting labels):
hi my name is derek last night i finished reading
the davinci code. i read it quickly & it felt great
now i will start reading something else
it feels good to read books again, to read them well. this morning
john howard appears on television, unemployment seems
to be at a very low level. john wears a child’s size seven
shoes at best. the combination of events says ‘start writing again’
(creative joy dissipated round 1992 – that’s another story)
so i start the writing again, i am going to write about sex.
all the good writers can do it
& i think i could bring my own perspective
to sex, an insecure & personal thing. yet my partner
will read my work, she is sure
to search for ‘herself’. with this thought
it is decided – i cannot write about sex. i’m fine with sex
just not the explanations. yes regression is logically bad but:
life now seems to me not philosophy, just some kind of
talk of convenient my friend ron lacks anonymity
& he is a haiku-hip-hop artist,
he wrote himself into my work & he is
undeniably minor, yet in a recent
email he engineered ‘bi-atch’ just for the syllabic effect.
clever in a ‘pissing in the wind’ kind of way.
the new harry potter is glowing somewhere
half-price under a chemist’s lights.