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making noise.
music is a really interesting medium to create within and express yourself through. it stimulates a very specific part of the human psyche and can generate passionate, visceral reactions. the idea that an emotion or feeling can be conveyed simply through sounds, … Continue reading
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innocent when you dream.
tom waits is singing about new orleans on youtube. there is an obese black woman on the muted television wearing an azure moomoo. i cannot think of the word moomoo without thinking of the simpsons episode when homer gets really … Continue reading
invisible.
does nectar taste less sweet in a dream? a mirage is paradise if it makes you believe. answers don’t need questions to survive. i am invisible through ignorant eyes. -jw.
jack kerouac – lonesome traveller.
Excellent read. Wild loose erratic observant sensitive spontaneous poetic prose.
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Tagged american literature, beat, bookclub, jack kerouac, literature, lonesome traveller, poetry, prose, words, writers, writing
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nabar exist.
Waiting for the G train green line on the map from Queens to Brooklyn to get on the blue line A train to change onto the C at Utica Avenue en-route to the Air-Train at Howard Beach then to terminal … Continue reading
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Tagged art, new york, people, photography, photos, poetry, portraiture, prose, stream of conscious, subway, travel, words, writers, writing
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awake in the dark.
jetlag mixed with daylight savingstoo lazy to get uppissing in a bottle. -jw
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cafe mornings.
“Something that my hypnotherapist said…” I want not for your world absurd, watches, cufflinks and leather. Keep your perfectly ironed starched striped shirts that don’t enjoy the weather. “I think arrogance is healthy…” High profile campaigns will always wane … Continue reading
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Tagged cafe culture, conversations, eves dropping, melbourne, people, poem, poetry, prahran, prose, st edmonds, words, writing
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kerouac – american haiku
in the morning frost the cats step slowly. beautiful young girls running up the library steps with shorts on.
justin maller interview.
I recently interviewed Justin Maller. Freelance digital artist and Creative Director of the international digital artist collective, Depthcore. “Maller’s own abstracted works are improvised explorations into his “chaos interior”. They are anecdotes of the spirit, flights into a final fantasy - renderings suspended in … Continue reading
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Tagged abstract, art, artist, depthcore, digital, digital art, drawing, illustration, interview, justin maller, photography, photoshop, prose, words, writing
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lonely crowd.
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Tagged bob dylan, lonely crowd, no expectations, note, post it, vomit, words, writing
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book club: american literature.
I’m beginning to have difficulties recalling the books I’ve read over the last few years, so I’m compiling a list of texts I can remember reading and can recommend – for my own posterity if nothing else. I thought … Continue reading
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Tagged a farewell to arms, a separate reality, allen ginsberg, american lit, american literature, american psycho, art, beautiful losers, bob dylan chron, book covers, books, breakfast at tiffany's, bret easton ellis, cannery row, carlos castaneda, cat's cradle, catcher in the rye, classic, classics, cover, cover art, east of eden, ernest hemingway, famous, famous books, fear and loathing in las vegas, for whom the bell tolls, harper lee, hell's angels, hunter s. thompson, images of book covers, j d salinger, jack kerouac, jim morrison, john steinbeck, junkie, junky, just kids, kingdom of fear, kurt vonnegut, leonard cohen, light my fire, literature, lyrics, of mice and men, on the road the orin, patti smith, photos of book covers, picture, poetry, prose, ray manzarek, robert mapplethorpe, slaughter house five, the doors, the grapes of wrath, the old man and the sea, the pearl, the sun also rises, the teachings of don juan: a yaqui way of knowledge, the yage letters, to kill a mockingbird, tortilla flat, truman capote, william burroughs, william lee, words, writers, writing
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stream of conscious exercises.
what’s the recipe for your necessities? greedy ingredients don’t mix well. too baked to bake. shake things up a little. don’t spill your words on my screen. clean up after yourself. huh? can i scrape the bowl? space is deep, … Continue reading
a dollar sixty.
knuckles down against the street praying for change to keep things the same whilst his friends watch on. he’s collecting coins for everyone. I ask him for a portrait, he throws up two peace signs. I wonder if he’s been … Continue reading
spanish mystery.
I don’t know you very well; in fact, I don’t really know you at all. These are not emotional thoughts. They are words of appreciation and celebration of a woman who has occupied an unusual area of my conscious for … Continue reading
existential halloween.
drunk hellos fall on deaf ears full of noise what’s the point point? boom boom boom small talk is small haaa haaaa haaa you can’t see imperfections in the dark… -jw
indulgence.
moments of animalistic bliss where our bodies collide she was screaming things like FUCK, SHIT, JESUS & OH MY FUCKING GOD loud enough for people on the street to hear everything i thought they might call the cops found … Continue reading
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Tagged chapel street, halloween, hungry jacks, poem, poetry, prahran, sex, subway, words, writing
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one of those things…
how can i how can i do it how can i see and absorb everything life has to offer how can i channel every beautiful thing every beautiful song, every book, poem, beautiful woman, beautiful painting beautiful photo, beautiful person, … Continue reading
poncho vs streisand
Here’s a link to an interview i did with dan watt from Poncho TV. Poncho have their office downstairs in our warehouse and they’re good sorts. They recently locked themselves in a room and listened to one of the worst … Continue reading
lonely diamond.
You’re every part my poet princess and truly an artist with the most profound creative gifts of all: the ability to feel and the freedom to express yourself. trust in your instincts and visceral visions, channel them all into your … Continue reading
quick service, great chicken.
drunk cans on train and saw angels who see in sepia bikers with beards beers & flavoured cigarettes talked art with artists in alleyways of melbourne old office chair dope 1960′s holden wagon her art was on the walls … Continue reading
everybody needs good neighbours..
*Early Sunday morning. angry woman: “are you a faggot?” *one minute of silence. angry man: “what are you doing”? angry woman: “I’m fucking so pissed off” angry man: “what the fuck”? *yelling something about amyl. angry man: “who cares, do … Continue reading
purple sneakers interview
Purple Sneakers were kind enough to run an interview with me about my photography, T-SQUAT, creativity and life in general. Can you tell us a bit about yourself? Where you’re from? What you do now and what you did before T-SQUAT? … Continue reading
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notifications.
oh look a little red square with a small one inside it just appeared on my screen… how exciting!! i wonder what this means? oh…it’s just an event invite from a stranger to a shit party in another city… little … Continue reading
can’t afford.
her arrival at the warehouse was announced by the clop clop clop of her high heels. i saw her as i came down the stairs. she smiled we exchanged pleasantries and she gave me back my copy of the doors of … Continue reading
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Tagged communicate, communication age, communications, ironic, irony, language, letters, space, thoughts, words, writing
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the robot diaries: day one
not programmed to love.
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Tagged art, dialogue, experimental, melancholic, poetry, robot, sound, words, writing
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frederik from..
personalgiggle is a great writer. Disappointment is a hilarious article.
Henare
I’m not sure I can summon the words to do Henry and my feelings for her and our friendship even remote justice. The beautiful and earnest light she shines into the dark, banal corners of normality, illuminated my mind and … Continue reading
love you not.
In our backward world, money and greed have become power, but from its casted shadow grows a plastic flower and all the petals love you not. - jw
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taxi driver
my friend called me a V.I.P taxi…. which means you get leather seats and magazines. it’s kinda funny. but they’re also very clean and they come quickly and buzz your apartment door.. I told TD (taxi driver) that … Continue reading
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Tagged melbourne, poem, poetry, taxi, taxi drive, unwritten law, words, writers, writing
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the federal hotel…
A friend of mine recently stayed at the Federal Hotel Kuala Lumpur and had a less than satisfying experience. Describing them as “completely incompetent, ignorant and rude”, she requested some irrational letters of complaint be directed in their direction. I … Continue reading
work talk
j: what you doing tonight? c: im coming bowling, gona strap my fingers j: just bowl with your left hand c: i can’t bowl with my left hand, i can hardly jerk off with my left hand j: i dont … Continue reading
avalon.
The orange Budget Car Rental man leans over the d i v i d e r into the red Avis Car Rental’s booth and mutters, “she’s changed”. To which the Avis woman in a red woolen vest replies … Continue reading
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Tagged american psycho, avalon airport, avis, budget rentals, elton john, poetry, words, writers, writing
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