20 October 2005

Att. all Canberran poets

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Canberran poets!

I recently stumbled upon this very website and, yearning for some creative interaction in this new town, thought a humble posting may be in order. Are you out there, my fellow poets? Has the rising surge of brutality driven compasison away (as Tacitus may say), or does the empathic glow of the artist still shine brightly in this, the nations capital? Please tell me that like-minded souls exists in this town besides the insipid bourgeouise grey-suits i have come to loathe. Respond! I am keen to meet other poets for a reading, a congregation, a bevvy, a stoner- wankfest, whatever! Perhaps an online poetry battle? Heres a little number i compiled for JJJ some time ago…they send out the call to talk about anything under the umbrella of LOST! Anything proffered will be devoured with an air of eager anticipation

Never lost are they, always unseen
my hated companions, the despised keys.
“Where are they”?, i scream, “Im late!” is my tortured cry,
yet theyd find it harder to escape, methinks,
if my days weren’t spent flying high.

Obviously my range/ backlog of works extends beyond lightweight banter such as this . I know angst and depression seems to easily lend itself to artistic expression, but sometimes you just gotta have fune eh!so post away, and assure me that you do exist!


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Hmmm, interesting website, Robert/Auntie Rhoberta.
-I shall never think of Yarralumla in the same way again.
Hope your liver came out of hospital with you – they tell me it can be a useful organ.

these ‘poems’ resemble my liver when I came out of hospital last year

Im 65.
I drink and I drive.
Though yet still alive.
My sadness provides.

Just a little advert that crept in…maybe I should write for “City Booze”, a new section in City News.

A re-write (hic!) of the above:

Ah, the sweet nectar that I throw down nightly,
Thou shalt be called Coopers,
And since the dawn of brewing,
Those who discovered Sparkling
Shall be grossly inebriated for evermore.

Sorry, I’ll have to give the wankfest a miss…I’m still trying to distinguish Rimbaud from Rambo, and Goethe gives me the shits anyway.
And Auden, Schiller, Eliot, Wordsworth et al just don’t have the same effect as good dose of Viagra.
Which makes my Balzac….

Absent Diane12:42 pm 20 Oct 05

the world is fucked
mostly due to religion
I need some beer now

Don’t worry Mark, they’re out there and in here just lurking away

we had a spate of poerty posts a couple of months ago that you might what to have a look thru here

other than the wankfest bit, welcome I’m sure you’ll fit in well…

the wankfest bit worries me though…

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