Time passes.
Memory fades, memory adjusts, memory conforms to what we think we remember.
Joan Didion, Blue Nights
quoted in an LARB review

I’m thinking now of erasure. That way that you can disappear from someone’s world even though you’ve just met them.

I often felt like this. Invisible and ghostlike. That great passions, intimate dreams and rare inspiration can so quickly evaporate in morning light. This last time reduced to a text message.

I’ve evaporated. Like so much red wine left at the bottom of a glass… Given a week, where angsty recollection, dreamy midnight pauses and the soft stubbornness not to clean the glasses and clear the table leave that time spent together a rippled dry plum red at the bottom of a glass.

Blood. Dead and dried, two metres away clinging to glass like the memory; but when approached still have the scent of that initial romance. Still, in it’s deadness when breathed recall that rarer time.

I have five poems.

But I know from too much experience that any effort to recall this time- To fix it in words, is its end. That drawing a mask from the feminine mystique constitutes a definitive symbolic violence– driving real love away with a symbolic replacement. Is it too much to turn a real moment into forms? Or is it never enough?

modern new wave

Those of you who know me might know that i have an unnatural attachment to mixtapes, whatever form they turn up in. Here is a find. I stumbled across this playlist rolled together by a guy(girl?) that calls him(her?)self ‘Datasuck‘ … I love being rewarded when I click blithely around, and the serendipity of this little find endears me to it all the more: The only reason I wound up discovering their cute sense of humour, and delicious sonic tastes was that it included what is now my favourite track from the new Smashing Pumpkins album.

This mix is wonderfully put together, passing through cute almost self effacing almost 8bit, through a driving polished house remix’, then reaching a sad creshendo in the final few tracks, finising on that new SP favourite of mine. I has left me simultaneously elated and nostalgic.

I don’t know if it’s ‘New Wave’, but if it is then it’s definitely more ‘modern’ for all the extra texture there wasnt in 1989.

And I love it.

It’s well timed. For me at least. It’s been a tough couple of weeks for me (or months? or years?) so it’s particularly pleasing to be reminded, right now, of how I adore the witching hour, and all these dreamy droning tones.

I’m wondering if I shouldn’t put up a little listening station with a microfm transmitter somewhere…


Rom:  …Then love-devouring death do what he dare;
It is enough I may but call her mine.
Friar:            These violent delights have violent ends
And in their triumph die, like fire and powder,
Which, as they kiss, consume. The sweetest honey
Is loathsome in his own deliciousness
And in the taste confounds the appetite.
Therefore love moderately; long love doth so;
Too swift arrives as tardy as too slow.

– W.S. R & J 2,vii 

i flipped on Baz’ version of R&J
nd half paid attention
treating it more like background radio
not having a radio here

these words leapt out
for some fairly obvious reasons

and reminded me of every old love
(and one or two)
(particular painful)
(in particular 

fire and powder
as they kiss

The second line of final couplet
strikes me as forced

(but i’m probably just resistant)
(to restraint)

Jupiter Optimus Maximus … REVENGE!

Revenge for Jupiter, best and greatest.

that which is permitted to Jupiter, is not permitted to the ox

– Latin Proverbs

I get bombarded with “love and light” messages and posts, particularly on the theme of “forgiving and letting go” of negative experiences, interactions and emotions as the path to happiness. Superficially, that seems like a lovely idea – but does it really work in a practical sense?

– ‘Negative’ emotions and how to use them, Kate Douchkov, Inspire Achive

Too often our laid-back country we are held hostage to the idea that ‘She’ll Be Right’, or a downright English notion that we should just wear a stiff upper lip in the face of our troubles. Inevitably life, or fate, or God, or the great absence of God… Life… laughs at such cliché, and we are all called to face the true depths of our humanity, to question our faith if we even had any to begin with.

In these times, the platitudes offered by common sense, pop-psychology or a pseudo-Christian subservience fail us. Even hurt us. And if they do, they do it a lot.

I approve wholeheartedly of the wisdom in the above-quoted article in this regard.

Deep feelings can’t be dealt with so shallowly, they must be met with depth.

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Mixtape µRadio


We want to make Radio as intimate as a gift, as social as facebook, as mobile as a phone and, as local as a corner store.

We do this by merging the mixtape, mobile and radio in a very low cost, series of very local projects that we call Mixtape µRadio.


We care about our music, and we care about the declining quality of our musical culture, not just in Australia but around the world. We care that our culture and our communities have been slowly rent apart by identity politics, and the commercial forces that foment and profit from these divisions.

We believe it all starts with a song, but can end with a mixtape.


The nature of the mixtape is that it is a gift. More than this, it is perhaps the most accessible art form to non-artists that doesn’t involve finger-paint. Everyone has been involved in mixtaping at some point. A Mixtape is this: A CD given to a grandmother by a granddaughter: a brother collecting some songs on a memory stick for his sister; A lover composing an iTunes play-list for an ex with the dreams of winning their object back. A tape you found underneath the seat of a car you havn’t cleaned in years.

The gift of music.

This is our content.

The stuff of real lives.

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A Place to Stay

(Prose! Who thought i’d sully this with that. It’s almost a journal entry ffs!)

They keep moving. Always moving. All these places to stay. And I, with them.

Nicci and Nicky think I’m a wanderer, and had a song, and some vino, and a bed that we all shared– though not all at the same time. It wasn’t like that. Nicole thinks something else entirely.

They’re wanderers, all three of these three Νίκης. They are. Maybe in the Tolkienesque way, that ‘not all who wander are lost’. They’re searching for something.

I’m not.

I’m different. I don’t wander. Or wonder. I wait. I’ve been known to drift. Waiting for the wind to come. I know where I’m going. I have my compass and the stars. It’s just a matter of time, and who will be on the boat with me, and what clothes or whose uniform I’ll be wearing when I get there…. After all these uncountable and unaccountable roadblocks. Or the wind.

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Complicated Women

‘When I am good I am very very good
but when I am bad I am better.

Mae West

Just read a wonderful little book review that I was led to by this quote I found on Anne Sutherland‘s wall.

Complicated Women:
Sex and Power in Pre-Code Hollywood

 a review by Steven C. Scheer

“… the female stars who dominated the years between 1929 and 1934, the year the censors struck. “The best era for women’s pictures,” he tells us, “was the pre-Code
era. . . . Before the Code, women on the screen took lovers, had babies out of wedlock, got rid of cheating husbands, enjoyed their sexuality, held down professional positions without apologizing for their self-sufficiency, and in general acted the way many of us think women only acted after 1968″”

The review gets better after this. I’m looking forward to getting my hands on the book. Read the review if you like the top quote, the book title, the above review quote … love complicated women … or are one.

An Open Invitation

Fearing no-one, one may Love everyone— and so, The Vampire Mercury, Master Benjamin George Griffin, esq. cordially invites you to his 300th Birthday.

Thank you to all who came, for making this years Halloween. It was my favourite of all time– particular gratitude to all the new people I met for making me feel at home in my new home.

For those of you that couldn’t make it, I can only offer my pity. You should have been there.

As consolation, I’ll be doing it all again exactly two weeks later, for my birthday. And you’re invited.


Saturday 12th November, 730pm sharp at Chez Cocoon 8/56 Paradise Island, Paradise Island, QLD 4217

Dress is Formal attire, 18th Century
I, myself, will be in my usual black three piece suit with an Asian Collar, and my fangs proudly on display.
You, yourself, will be dressed to match– I was born on black Friday, so for christs sake try and work in with that.

In lieu of gifts or costume, you may supply Brandy or Foreign Currency. No worthless Australian Dollars please, Australian Pounds are acceptable.

The night begins with Champagne, Cognac and Cocktails. I will be mixing, so bring your favourite spirit, fruit or herb.

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Ezek!el 25:17

Different from the Pulp Fiction version, the original Hebrew and KJV versions are, infact, more brutal linguistically. This is the one and only, and my favourite Old Testament Prophet, Ezekiel, who near Tel Aviv in about 230BC wrote this after hearing words in a vision

וְעָשִׂ֤יתִי בָם֙ נְקָמֹ֣ות גְּדֹלֹ֔ות בְּתֹוכְחֹ֖ות חֵמָ֑ה וְיָֽדְעוּ֙ כִּֽי־ אֲנִ֣י יְהוָ֔ה בְּתִתִּ֥י אֶת־ נִקְמָתִ֖י בָּֽם׃ ס

And I will execute great vengeances upon them with furious rebukes, and they shall knowe that I am the LORD, when I shall lay my vengeance upon them.

By comparison, the speech in Pulp Fiction, though followed with gunshots and a gangland execution, is (if taken purely textually) of distinctly christian character though just as vengeful and, in this regard is entirely more open spirited and political than the pure venom of the original Desert Prophet. This is Jules, the assassin, rendered by Samuel L. Jackson–

“‘The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides with the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he who in the name of charity and good will shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother’s keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon those with great vengeance and with furious anger those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know that my name is the LORD when I lay my vengeance upon thee.'”




The Imperfectionistic Advices of Kid Sigma

The Breakup; the Makeup.

All for one, one for all? The Makeup; The Breakup? A gift I gave to a Great Lover? I Memory I took from a Bad one? -- Pair IV, John Stezacker


break-ups are awesome. my friend said that all relationships are different, but all break-ups are the same. I’m pretty sure I believe the opposite; after all, Tolstoy said, “all happy families are alike, but each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” her break-up with her boyfriend, Kyall, is vastly different to mine with Rob. we are different people, all of us, & Rob & I were dating for months, then long-distance for a year, then living together, & we continued to live together after we had those series of all-out door-slamming, name-calling arguments where we couldn’t stand to communicate with each other or even be in the same room together. but we still love each other now, & we always will. if I cannot be with him, I’m honestly not sure what I will do. write, I suppose, like always, & be successful, & live my life of boats & cats. I will rent a houseboat on the Hamsterdam canals for a week just to taste heaven.

please, just follow your mind & your heart, not your dick or your stomach. wait two years. love waits. tattoos wait. newcastle waits. the rest of the world does not. never ask someone to do for you what you can do for yourself, don’t fucking get anyone fucking pregnant for a good ten years, & try to avoid joining the circus for any real length of time. good men go with good men; good women, too. education is the key to better living! poetry can save the world! Obama For President of the Universe! never! say! die! & so on & so forth. be good, is what I’m saying, & always do your best. trust & respect yourself & others & I’m pretty sure you get like good karma & whatever.


(Australian) National Cultural Policy Submission

There is still a week to go if you want to Have Your Say on the mooted National Cultural Policy, due out 2012 sometime. And you should, reading-type-blogger-person that you are… you should have your say.

  • Take just (6) minutes to fill out the quick survey, then when ticking boxes and writing three sentence responses infuriates you…
  • Submit a fuller response to the 5 or so questions below.
  • If you’re exceptionally lazy, feel free to crib my submission for ideas. I know that imitation is the highest form of compliment, but try to resist the urge nakedly plagiarize, it will make my efforts look bad, and baby Jesus will cry.
  • N.B. You don’t have to be part of, or represent an organisation to respond. They want to hear from individual artists, and (more to the point) I want them to hear from individual artists… *Ahem*

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A Privileged Transgression


Image from OBEY 'manufacturing quality dissent since 1989' as part of their support for the Occupy Wall Street movement. OBEY (aka Shepard Fairey) has a pretty big claim to fame: that he invented Stencil Art. Think about that. Read the manifesto. Click through on the image or just remember OBEYGIANT.COM

“Your tone-deafness and utter disconnection from the rest of the country has produced something extraordinary – You’ve managed to awaken one of the most indolent, lethargic and apathetic populaces in the history of the world.”

– Joshua Brown, The Reformed Broker in his article…

This is Why They Hate You
and Want You to Die

I for one am glad that people are getting sick of things, are doing something about it, and that it’s coming from America. It easy to Yankee bash, particularly in a Chip-on-the-Shoulder country like Australia.  For those of you that have only ever been there through the telly, watch them work: Yankees don’t fuck around. They’re optimistic, and they’re rebellious by nature. More of that here please.

I’m not surprised that in Australia, the movement is being led by members of ANONYMOUS (“Knowledge is Free. We are Anonymous. We are Legion. We do not Forgive. We do not Forget. Expect Us.” – 21/1/08 4.5 Million Views on Youtube), a whole generation in age, style and experience away from University-Leftist, Union Bureaucracy or the Labor Party. I’ve been a big fan of this younger generation, and this particular layer circling around Anon, which has successfully politicised itself outside the existing structures, and (get this) before they turned 18 had organised global protests in 120 odd cities and half as many countries. Wonderful Stuff. Amazing Stuff. Also HILLARIOUS.


For an overview, I love the engaged and thoughtful thoughts of Sky Croeser Occupy Wall Street: movement’s and manifestoes‘,  or this critical article ‘Occupy Together: Who’s the 99%’ … She’s wonderful and serious at the same time, and has excellent instincts and a long memory for how these things can go – or rather, should go. She’s also pretty hot. That helps, right?


If you (confused reader) find the aesthetics of protest movements and propaganda offensive because you’re used to having all your information delivered to you through a slick marketing machine, or the artifice of Professional Journalism, then maybe you should read this manifesto on Street Art, The Street and, The City by the guy that drew that thing up there. P.S. He also did the most famous HOPE poster of Barack Obama, an art piece of which hangs in the Institute for Contemporary Art, Boston. It probably wont change your mind, but I think it’s great and it left my little brother spinning for a bit.

Anarchist Pleas

If you’re engaged already, and just figuring out what this all means and what you can do, this is an open letter to the occupiers by Cloudfront an action of the ArtAnarchist’s from the Crimethinc ex-Workers Collective (CWC) who publish some of the most wonderful words and art of any anarchist group around. This is no exception.

 Socialist Analysis

If you’re like me, and you want a bit more meat and organisation around your activity, then I strongly recommend the World Socialist Web Site ( I have my problems with them, but they’re largely personal, and I cannot fault their commitment, intellectual rigour or independence. A complete and current list of their articles on Occupy Wall Street is here, or check my selections below.

I want a Democracy not a Plutocracy

  1. Protests spread across the US and globally by Kate Randall, 8 October 2011 — Anti-Wall Street protests continued to spread yesterday to cities across the US, with protests also being planned globally in more than 15 countries.
  2. “Occupy Chicago” protests continue into second week by James Nykvist and Kristina Betinis, October 8, 2011 — Under the banner of the “Occupy Together” movement, the city of Chicago has seen small protests continue into the second week.
  3. Occupy Wall Street and the Democratic Party  Editorial by Bill Van Auken (Office Holder and Ideologue of the American ICFI), October 8, 2011 — As the Occupy Wall Street protest enters its fourth week, the movement confronts increasingly sharp political pressures and choices that center on what its relationship will be to the Democratic Party.
Until we meet again, I wish you peace and fucking, or as my Montreal Quebecker friend JS says …

With Love and Rage,


The Death of a Violinist

Multās per gentēs et multa per aequora vectus
adveniō hās miserās, frāter, ad īnferiās,
ut tē postrēmō dōnārem mūnere mortis
et mūtam nēquīquam alloquerer cinerem,
quandoquidem fortūna mihī tētē abstulit ipsum.
heu miser indignē frāter adēmpte mihi,
nunc tamen intereā haec, prīscō quae mōre parentum
trādita sunt trīstī mūnere ad īnferiās,
accipe frāternō multum mānantia flētū,
atque in perpetuum, frāter, avē atque valē.
- Gaius Valerius Catullus, Carmina CI

A note died in my ear, here, at your … funeral.
I need to call it that, a funeral, even if the program here says Celebration.
It is a sad day for me. And for H. And I want to feel it all.

A note died in my ear today. My left ear. It hummed to a singular pitch, just moments ago. This note held itself there, in this ear, sharp and clear, a direct line to my brain… then died. A hair in a cochlea sang its last song, and hummed to a tremble, then ….

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