My video poem 42nds is now being projected onto the eastern wall of the Target building in Rundle Street, Adelaide, as part of a project funded by the Adelaide City Council and the Australian Network for Art and Technology (ANAT) along with 3 other vids by by Caroline Daish and Stewart Daish; John Denlay and David Chapple; and Jessica Lumb. If you can’t make it to the city, you can see it on the small screen, with sound, here.
Friends with Drinks is a worldwide creative collaboration mapping drinking & place set-up by Kathryn Hummel in Adelaide, as part of her digital writer-in-residence gig at SA Writers’ Centre, 2016.
This is my contribution, taken from labels on wine bottles on our wine racks right now, the names of growers, owners, makers, dedicatees, mostly from McLaren Vale and Clare Valley, some are friends, some we’ve come to know from 30 years of enjoying their cellar door hospitality, some are long gone…
In a future where energy conservation is paramount, where artificial intelligence and automated drones control most of life, photons are precious, they cannot be wasted. When resources are in short supply, a black market will always ensue, the Light Thief plies a new trade…
One of five international finalists for the 2016 Carbon Culture Poetry Film contest, accidentals (recalculated) uses the symbols of mathematics to explore the probability that accidents do happen, if you slip and fall, fly too close to the sun, if your car runs off the road, if you cut your finger, miss a secret assignation, catch (or not) a slip of the tongue, when words fail, when all you have left is abstraction, operators, a lasting approximation, a mathematician’s code…
Click on the link to read the code: accidentals
Here is an excerpt from True Crime published in Australian Poetry Anthology 4. The original version of this sequence was written as part of the SA Spoken Word / Adelaide City Library Poet-in-Residence project.
364 WHI “Undone by Ancestry”
Do you really think I meant it to end like this?
Do you seriously reckon this was my plan?
I had no choice in the matter, it’s in my blood.
They set me up, nailed me, pumped me full of it.
And here I am telling you straight. Listen hard.
364.1066 ROW “The Lord of Sabotage”
Of course, there was someone else. There is always
someone else, pulling levers, flicking switches, issuing
muted instructions in the dead of night, undetected
behind curtains of smoke, walls of mirrors, and me
sliding on track, the rest of us, sliding down his track.
Ever wondered about that? Find out more here!