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harness the power.
As you smoothly change down into third and power into the apex of a sweeping corner, harness the full power of the new Audi A9 and feel alive the way you always wanted to feel after watching expensive European car … Continue reading
at the ballet.
sour faced cheque book convertible driving have you paid the cleaner? panty-hosed-golden-wristed dollar bill fisted sisters red nailed failures of beauty. -jw
ears: soul extraction
Click here to read part two of my interview with Australian artist Daniel O’Toole aka EARS.
ears: a quiet observer
I recently interviewed Australian painter/musician Daniel O’Toole aka Ears. It was my last article for T-SQUAT magazine and has been published in two parts. Part one outlines his development as an artist and the second explores the psychological and philosophical elements to … Continue reading
dichotomic.
sitting on the couch watching the aussie open on television tomas berdych is playing novak djokovic it’s quite a good game of tennis djokovic was on top then berdych made a spirited comeback in the second set before djokovic’s class … Continue reading
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chaos breeds images.
I recently visited the ‘Francis Bacon – Five Decades’ show at the Art Gallery of NSW in Sydney. I took along a pad and a pen and jotted down some words as I made my way through this incredible exhibition … Continue reading
none of this is true.
a piece i wrote up for freelove magazine. after reading some of my other work, they gave me the word ‘inappropriate’ as a loose thematic starting point, so i wrote this: ___________________ ‘none of this is true’ I walked onto a … Continue reading
swings in the wind.
lying on your black yoga mat in the wind on a wealthy hill looking over sydney harbour. you said you used to ride your motorbike here when you were sad. eating vegan chocolate raspberry slice from your cafe an old … Continue reading
simple words for a complex thing.
rarely does the right leaf fall to the ground who lost the skies, from pure seeds pure trees grow tall and in confusion darkness lies. simple words for a complex thing all we’re given is all that we need, two … Continue reading
float fall bloom blot dance fuck taste learn.
(float) like dust off the moon’s silver shoes. (fall) like a white-hot meteor pummeling the earth trading mercy for pleasure. (bloom) every colour’s dream. (blot) the pad of a poet’s lost truth. (dance) with the devil’s fiancé. (fuck) a pregnant … Continue reading
drift weightless.
fall gently upon black lace moon’s thigh. drift weightless in transparent silver dresses together. float like fresh air mountain lion’s roar cracks. torn earth receives gravity’s fear today. light falls in the wind warm from the sun’s pulse. worn desert sands … Continue reading
love is now definable.
day-light-savings is fun because you get to time travel. welcome to the future, there’s a few things you should know. yellow is now called ‘realoper’. sugar is salt and everyone is asexual. the earth is flat again. they discovered the … Continue reading
hungover insights into the deep recesses of a shallow world.
strolling through st kilda east, a warm melbourne spring morning. a certain nostalgic, ambient romance gently permeates my human sensibilities. the smell of pink virginal blossom floats jovially – the city is stretching, rubbing its eyes and optimistically contemplating the … Continue reading
robin print dress.
old lady of chapel street wise eyes that have never lied (hiding) beneath the table place your head gently on my lap and remind me that I am alone. (thrown bones) soft lover, hater of nothing you are a teacher … Continue reading
give me one reason to stay here.
purple jacket of private school youth with golden badges and no hair product plays chess with his mum whilst eating a croissant and drinking a hot chocolate which he didn’t finish. my mum always refused my chess requests. eating a salmon bagel … Continue reading
don’t quote me.
a series of fake quotes.
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awol crew.
There is a trend transpiring amongst the new generation of young adults, to heavily romanticise events and movements that have happened in the past, and passionately revere anything and everything that is happening anywhere in the world except … Continue reading
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i unsubscribed
from your facebook updates ’cause i had sex with your ex-girlfriend.
above interview.
Bruce Wayne understands the power of a mask and he knows what Cat Woman looks like naked. ABOVE is an outsider whose identity remains a mystery; a human being who understands what it is to feel alive; and an artist … Continue reading
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vaginas are boring.
vaginas in the young night green-light-flesh-reflected i’m sure it’s firm and tender but it’s nothing i haven’t felt before. vaginas grouped together tight in lost evenings of youth expected dressed up and down for town nubile ass on display the … Continue reading
ryan boserio interview.
I recently interviewed Australian artist Ryan Boserio with my friend John Macliver, for online magazine T-SQUAT.COM. Ryan Boserio is a man who digs tailored suits. Ryan Boserio is a self-fulfilling human with a sense of humour. Ryan Boserio grows a solid … Continue reading
whatever you want it to mean.
desire and the search for pleasure are omnipresent. you can choose to act on instinct any way you want with me.
geoffrey o’connor interview.
I recently interviewed Melbourne based musician Geoffrey O’Conner for online magazine T-SQUAT.COM. “Geoffrey O’ Connor is a guiding star in the musical Milky Way, a navigational bastion of hope in the once sparkling universal vista that’s becoming ever more obscured by … Continue reading
friday morning.
the rain falls reluctantly, as if the ground once broke its heart. voices fill the halls, lost voices that know no better. jazz makes its way, whatever way it wants. melbourne’s sky smiles grey, electric fires burn not too hot … Continue reading
collaboration.
Sitting around with the violently skilful Conrad Bizjak, whilst he improvised some drawings from my words and ideas i was making up as we went along. Super fun. Check out more of his work here: conradbizjak.org.
senior lady eating a nectarine, wearing odd socks and emeralds.
“My religion consists of a humble admiration of the illimitable superior spirit who reveals himself in the slight details we are able to perceive with our frail and feeble mind.” – Albert Einstein. I’ve become increasingly interested with the idea of … Continue reading
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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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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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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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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lonely crowd.
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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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