by phoenix | May 15, 2005 | Poetry, Uncategorized
For my Grandmother She is old and crimped like a pinched-off string Yesterday was filled with memories of buttercups She made dolls of mountain devils when they were babes Tomorrow, a glass of sherry on her own, in her room Yesterday was...
by phoenix | May 15, 2005 | Uncategorized
Ah, music. Once again, my saviour, my hope, my heart. Waves and waves of energy, sweet, strong light, tabla teasing double bass, drums entwined with keyboards, roils of succour causing bodily response, dance and energy back, call and response, and to end on Lei...
by phoenix | May 14, 2005 | Uncategorized
From drjon: A: Any regrets? Sure. Lots. B: You live an amazingly hectic and dense life. What don’t you manage to fit in, that you really wish you could? More sex. Seriously, more reading time. And I wish I could fit in trips to the forests for...
by phoenix | May 14, 2005 | Uncategorized
From ozgenre: 1. Given your experience in the publishing field, what do you see (apart from independent press recognition) as being the real deficit in the Australian press/media, and how can we, in reality, fix it? The race for AB consumers at the...
by phoenix | May 14, 2005 | Uncategorized
I’m on my way to The Bird at Revolver Upstairs tonight. I meant to organise a crowd to go. I’d call it spur of the moment but it’s actually just disorganisation (it’s been in my diary for weeks). Ah well… Anyhow, they’re an awesome drum n’ bass...
by phoenix | May 14, 2005 | Uncategorized
Okay, I give in. I quite like this interview meme I’m seeing on… well… just about all my friend’s journals. And I’m looking for distraction right now, so let me have it. Interview me! Leave five questions for me in a response to this post...
