A lot of my poetry is inspired by images. I take photographs around the city of things that I find interesting.
If a poem is an image expressed in words, photography is certainly poetry captured as an image.
Click on the photographs to view each visual gallery:
Melbourne
Cambridge
I’ve been experimenting with combining video with poetry. I think that poetry has a place in art as well as literature, and using different media can make poetry more accessible and enjoyable.
Here’s a test video that I’ve been working on:
Wake up sometime in the morning. Becky usually wakes when I do. She’s all keen to go back to sleep.
We talk for a bit, then play guess what time it is. She says 10.20 I say 9.45.
It’s 10.05. Becky wins by 5 mins.
Breakfast is toast combinations of jam, honey, peanut butter and vegemite (on separate slices of course). Tea with no milk again. Then shower and emails.
We go to Savers (massive 2nd hand shop) to drop some things that have been in Becky’s boot for months. No decent clothes for either of us. But I do buy a small handled beer glass for a dollar.
Get home. Cook noodles and eat in front of the heater. Lots of chilli makes my nose run.
Fran wants us to bring mushrooms, zucchini and wine to dinner tonight. We walk to Psarakos and get them.
Then upstairs to research accommodation for our Beechworth trip. Some cute lodges.
Becky does some singing practice, so I go downstairs with the laptop. Updating the blog and find my keypad isn’t working very well. Some letters and numbers don’t work. Reminds me that I should get a new laptop.
Call nanna and grandad at 6pm as usual. They’re fine as usual. Speak to dad. First time for a while. He’s just come back from a sailing trip. I wake him up, but he’s happy to hear from me. Then call mum. Her webcam’s playing up again, but she’s ok.
Off to Fran’s for dinner. She’s made lasagne and pizza. Wine is good. Conversation is good.
And that’s the end of the week.
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9am. Alarm goes off. Headache. Never mix wine and beer.
Need to get to butchers early. Having roast pork tonight. Becky’s cousins and sister are over for dinner.
‘Yes, that’ll be enough for 6 people’ the butcher tells us. We leave with 3kg of pork shoulder. It’s windy outside - clears my head. Get other veg for roast. Realise we don’t have a roasting tray. Get a roasting tray and head home.
The house is a mess. I do the dishes while Becky sweeps, mops and hoovers. I prepare the pork and put it in the oven. Following Jamie Oliver’s 6-hour recipe that’s supposed to give great crackling.
Have quick lunch. Becky’s sister and her boyfriend turn up (Katrina and Steve). Head out to visit their grandma. She’s turning 90 next year. Sweet lady. We have tea and cake. I’m worried about the pork in the oven. It’s a crap oven, and tends to switch itself off on a low heat.
Get back around 4pm. Pork is cooking great. Do other preparation for dinner.
Michael and Melody arrive at 6.00. Good to see them, it’s been a while. Dinner runs a little late - waiting for roast potatoes to cook through. Everything turns out amazing.
Good conversation and Katrina’s awesome lemon tart follow. People leave around 10pm. Stay up for a while to watch TV.
Thinking that I have some plans today. Want to take photos in the city. Becky calls from work and we arrange to meet there when she’s done for the day.
Not sure what to have for lunch. There’s nothing in the kitchen. Also need to get stuff for dinner. Look at five different recipe books. No ideas.
It’s nearly two and I’m hungry. Wander to Psarakos. Pick up random vegetables. Also buy gnocchi from the nutshop.
Home and I make some broccoli, bok-choy stir fry with rice. Turns out well. Leave for the city just after three.
There’s an exhibition on at the State Library. The Independent Type. About the origins of writing in Victoria. Very interesting. Some cool exhibits including old typewriters, print presses and scribbled poems in notebooks.
In there for about an hour. It’s getting dark when I get out. Want to take some photos. I take two of the asian restaurants along Swanston Street. Then realise the lens cap is still on. Others include people waiting at traffic lights.
Wander down to Flinders Station to meet Becky. We get the train home and think of what to do this evening.
Gnocchi turns out well. Have a glass or two of a nice Shiraz. Then head down the road to Bender Bar with housemate Stew. Some cool live music - two really short people (not deformity short) are playing a mix of cuban, spanish and french music.
Head home after a couple of beers. It’s 12.33.
