March 17, 2010
March 15, 2010
March 10, 2010
March 9, 2010
February 17, 2010
January 18, 2010
newtown buskers
I spotted these two guys in Newtown a few weeks ago. The guy on the right, who I think is at least partially, if not wholly blind, has a ragged doll attached to his big toes, which he moves as he plays, causing the doll to dance in jerky spasms, causing its one eyelid to flicker eerily open and shut. His guitar is amplified by an old-fashioned radio and blares maskandi music out through a speaker to his right, which I think comes from an alarm system. The guy to his left plays percussion, mainly on a piece of tin attached loosely to his home-made drumkit. The foot-pedal is a piece of wire which taps downwards onto the drum on the ground. He keeps time on the tin, and then does these fantastic, varied rolls on the plastic-covered drums every now and then …
January 11, 2010
January 10, 2010
January 5, 2010
January 4, 2010
January 1, 2010
Extra life
I was submerged in crimson bits of flesh.
Preceded to this…
Shudders of exhausting tearing shivering convulsions of excruciating pain that rippled and shook my very soul.
He was there.
You were not.
He held me. He felt with me. He cried.
No judgement he gave. He delivered. YOURS!!!
Floods of blood. Rushing. Gushing. Dripping. Falling to the floor. Staining and straining.
He was there. Crying with me.
The loss. The gain. The growth.
She was flushing. Away. For good.
For ever.
Into a pool. A puddle.
A regret that no longer is.
December 27, 2009
nocturnal dive
Hunger carves shape. (POEM TITLE)
Subtle, dripping shock -
skin and flesh
composed yet
yearning
unfurls self from
mute, black canvas
Her appearance
a gentle
mysterious flux
of curve
and scent
trickles
naked
moist
coyly whispering growth
into hungered space…
WORDS BY: MICK RAUBENHEIMER
December 19, 2009
December 18, 2009
December 15, 2009
December 14, 2009
December 12, 2009
December 4, 2009
December 3, 2009
too far gone to see the light
Inspired by my anthem of this year… a song by Tiamat called Too far gone… do yourself a favour and listen to the track. Awesomeness!
I’ve been through all of this a million times before
Seems all my demons got me knocking on hell’s door
I know it’s too late to regret what I have done
But I still love you like the morning loves the sun
Too far gone to see the light
And I will never ever leave this place alive
Too far gone to see the light
No I will never ever leave this place alive
I guess it’s fair to say that this round is on me
Caribbean blue has turned to blackest misery
I’ve put a velvet cloth on everything we’ve done
But I still love you like a bullet loves the gun
