Tuesday, February 20, 2007

out from the et ceteras

One of the things about processes like lists or reviews or arguments is that you often walk away from them &, or just before you go to sleep, additions, alternatives, augmentations slide into your mind.

Finished the post below, didn't think about it again, then, head on pillow, came the knocking. "What about these?" So, since posting is a continuity that can be added to, this supplementary list:
Dr Strangelove
The Defiant Ones (Curtis / Poitier) which leads on to
The Sweet Smell of Success & Some Like it Hot in one direction &
In the Heat of the Night in the other
Easy Rider &, at least, the chicken sandwich scene of
Five Easy Pieces
those two great nouvelle vague films Hiroshima mon Amour &
Last Year at Marienbad
&, since music hasn't really got a look in yet,
The Last Waltz

Monday, February 19, 2007

Flicks shot

I'm part of the cast assembled by Ivy Alvarez to nominate their ten favourite movies.

Kinda hard to do because I don't go to the movies much these days — Lord of the Rings & Star Wars before that the latest I saw; don't rent or download dvds; & commercials on free-to-air tv tend to create a kind of flickus interruptus.

Add on to that that I have favourite scenes in movies — the debut(?) appearance of Julie Christie in Billy Liar, the ballroom scene in The Leopard, the scene in Casablanca where they sing the Marseillaise in a bar full of German soldiers. Compound it by the fact that my ten favourite Kurosawa movies would have a significant overlap with my ten favourite movies.

So, to try & speak my part, this list of more than ten:
Blade Runner
Rocco & his Brothers
Being John Malkovich
Kurosawa 10
La Strada
Orpheus
Casablanca / The Maltese Falcon / High Sierra
Touch of Evil
L'Avventura
Battleship Potemkin
The 400 Blows
The Silence or maybe The Seventh Seal
Pather Panchali
Elevator to the Scaffold
Apocalypse Now
Viridiana
Les Enfants du Paradis
Viva Zapata
On the Waterfront
Twelve Angry Men
Paris, Texas
Breathless
Two Men & a Wardrobe
a number of American International b-graders
The Burmese Harp
etc., etc.
Today the
postman brought
me The Second
Coming of The
Lord. I found it
impossible to
     swallow. Just
like the first.

Sunday, February 18, 2007

Forty years ago

in answer to a questionnaire, I wrote:
My main concerns with other people's poetry are: how close to my heart is it? how does it sound?
That attitude hasn't changed, though I would perhaps now add: how does it look, what is its balance? They're subjective, not objective, criteria which I still use; a kind of matrix. Fine for passing personal judgment, but fuckall use for writing constructively —or even destructively— about something.

I've become more conscious of my inabilities over the last few years. I'm blogging, editing, even writing fucking reviews. I feel I should be able to say something more, write about a book rather than just my reaction to it. Write at length about it. But I can't. I emote, structure my emotion. I write about me.

Maybe that's why I started a magazine. The mute editor, signing my likes for all to see.

Friday, February 16, 2007

the listening room

This month's press releases from the DoD

02/15/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/15/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/15/2007: DoD Classifies Marine Casualties

02/14/2007: National Guard (In Federal Status) and Reserve Mobilized as of Feb. 14, 2007

02/14/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/14/2007: DoD Identifies Navy Casualty

02/14/2007: DoD Announces Afghanistan Force Rotation

02/13/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/13/2007: U.S. Department Of State To Pilot Military’s Electronic Health Record Systems

02/13/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/13/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/13/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/12/2007: DoD Announces Recruiting And Retention Numbers For January

02/12/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualties

02/12/2007: Flag Officer Assignment

02/09/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/09/2007: DoD Identifies Navy Casualties

02/08/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/08/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/07/2007: Seasoned Judge Tapped to Head Detainee Trials

02/07/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/07/2007: Defense Department And Italy Sign Joint Strike Fighter Agreement

02/07/2007: National Guard (In Federal Status) And Reserve Mobilized as of Feburary 7, 2007

02/06/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/06/2007: Navy to Commission New Guided Missile Destroyer Gridley

02/06/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/06/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/06/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/06/2007: Flag Officer Announcement

02/05/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/05/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/05/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/05/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualties

02/05/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/05/2007: General Officer Announcement

02/05/2007: Fiscal 2008 Department of Defense Budget Released

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Army Casualty

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Navy Casualty

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/02/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

02/01/2007: Civil Support Teams Certified for Five States

02/01/2007: DoD Identifies Marine Casualty

Wednesday, February 14, 2007

Today the
postman brought
me 101 things
you always
wanted to know
about yourself. At
least I thought
I did until I
read the thing
about the
serial killer
inside us all.

Monday, February 12, 2007

if you are reading

this in the cursive mistral av, then you're one of the 40% or so visitors to this site who are using IE 7.0.

Sometimes I like to use embellishment in a post or poem. Mistral AV is a cursive font that's good when you want to simulate handwriting or create contrast.

I can live without it on this blog; but it's Otoliths I'm more concerned about. That already takes a fair amount of time to put together without having to add in the additional steps of checking non-standard fonts in every browser known to wo/man. Will just have to cross my fingers & hope that there aren't any wysi(not)wyg things.

What a pity there's no standard for browers. But, it looks like, to be on the safe side, I'm going to have to resort to CSS for anything I'm not too sure about.



My thanks to everybody that commented & emailed on my requests below.

Saturday, February 10, 2007

Not

what he
expected.

But then,
it never

was. In
small things

joy. The
options?

How about this?

WAR AND PEACE

              MORE WAR

If you are reading this

then I am running for Congress or have been abducted by aliens. Oops, wrong dream.

The lines below are from one of the postman poems lower down the page. They're formatted in two fonts, Times New Roman for the top line, Mistral AV for the bottom. In my browser they show up as nature intended. But I discovered yesterday, visiting through another browser, they both appeared to be the one, TNR, font.
WAR AND PEACE
              MORE WAR

What I'd like to know is how they are seen in various browser windows. Can you help?

Then someone spoke

& I went into a dream

Who knows why those words from a track from Sergeant Pepper suddenly manifested themselves; but the jukebox mind works on several levels — selected, associative, random.

I am on the front porch comparing leaf shapes, trying to identify what a couple of plants that have pushed their way through to the surface after a few days of rain are. In this place, nothing that you plant seems to grow. It's self-propagation most of the time, with the result that trees & shrubs that would be quite nice to have around if there were only one or two of them suddenly assume pest status. Not only that, their growth is accelerated. If you don't get them in the first few days then it's time for the chainsaws.

So, look around, see what these could be. Nothing obvious close by, consider what's next door, or round the back. No idea. Will have to wait till they grow a bit more. Then someone spoke & I went into a dream. Ah, look at all the lonely people. Woops, wrong album, but, overall, the one I like more. Override the jukebox, pick up the rice in the church where a wedding has been. Live in a dream.

Thursday, February 08, 2007

Today the
postman brought
me sixteen
Roman Catholic
priests. I'm going
to have to post-
pone services. I need
another five for
a critical mass.
Today the
postman also
brought me
Tolstoy's master-
piece annotated
by the Shrub. I
couldn't get past
the title page —
WAR AND PEACE
              MORE WAR

Meanwhile, in a part of the world that is outside the law



The head of the Guantanamo Bay detention centre has described Australian detainee David Hicks as a dangerous terrorist.

Hicks, originally from Adelaide, is facing terrorism-related charges after five years' detention at the prison in Cuba.

Rear Admiral Harry Harris has told the ABC's PM program that Hicks is being kept in his cell for 22 hours a day because he, along with the other inmates, poses a real security threat.

He says Hicks has been a co-operative detainee but there are no innocent detainees.

"We are detaining enemy combatants here in Guantanamo," he said. "That's the right of any nation at war to do that and it's an internationally recognised right.

"There's no expectation that they be tried or charged, with exception of those that are alleged to have committed war crimes."

He has previously said he believes there are no innocent men being held at Guantanamo.
IF Australia wanted Guantanamo Bay inmate David Hicks home it would be possible but that is not the government's intention, Attorney-General Philip Ruddock says.

The government is unwilling to bring Hicks home because he cannot be charged in Australia over his activities in Afghanistan.

US prosecutors recommended last week that Hicks face charges of attempted murder and providing material support for terrorism, but it could be several weeks before the draft charges are approved - and they could be changed during the approval process.

Tuesday, February 06, 2007

Easy to see

why these would appeal to me.

The Washington Post's annual neologism awards.

1. Coffee (n.), the person upon whom one coughs.

2. Flabbergasted (adj.), appalled over how much weight you have gained.

3. Abdicate (v.), to give up all hope of ever having a flat stomach

4. Esplanade (v.), to attempt an explanation while drunk.

5. Willy-nilly (adj.), impotent.

6. Negligent (adj.) describes a condition in which you absentmindedly answer the door in your nightgown.

7. Lymph (v.), to walk with a lisp.

8. Gargoyle (n.), olive-flavored mouthwash.

9. Flatulence (n.) emergency vehicle that picks you up after you are run over by a steamroller.

10. Balderdash (n.), a rapidly receding hairline.

11. Testicle (n.), a humorous question on an exam.

12. Rectitude (n.), the formal, dignified bearing adopted by proctologists.

13. Pokemon (n), a Rastafarian proctologist.

14. Oyster (n.), a person who sprinkles his conversation with Yiddishisms.

15. Frisbeetarianism (n.), (back by popular demand): The belief that, when you die, your Soul flies up onto the roof and gets stuck there.

16. Circumvent (n.), an opening in the front of boxer shorts worn by Jewish men.

The Washington Post's Style Invitational also asked readers to take any word from the dictionary, alter it by adding, subtracting, or changing one letter, and supply a new definition. Here are this year's winners:

1. Bozone ( n.): The substance surrounding stupid people that stops bright ideas from penetrating. The bozone layer, unfortunately, shows little sign of breaking down in the near future.

2. Foreploy (v): Any misrepresentation about yourself for the purpose of getting laid.

3. Cashtration (n.): The act of buying a house, which renders the subject financially impotent for an indefinite period.

4. Giraffiti (n): Vandalism spray-painted very, very high.

5. Sarchasm (n): The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.

6. Inoculatte (v): To take coffee intravenously when you are running late.

7. Hipatitis (n): Terminal coolness.

8. Osteopornosis (n): A degenerate disease. (This one got extra credit.)

9. Karmageddon (n): it's like, when everybody is sending off all these really bad vibes, right? And then, like, the Earth explodes and it's like, a serious bummer.

10. Decafalon (n.): The grueling event of getting through the day consuming only things that are good for you.

11. Glibido (v): All talk and no action.

12. Dopeler effect (n): The tendency of stupid ideas to seem smarter when they come at you rapidly.

13. Arachnoleptic fit (n.): The frantic dance performed just after you've accidentally walked through a spider web.

14. Beelzebug (n.): Satan in the form of a mosquito that gets into your bedroom at three in the morning and cannot be cast out.

15. Caterpallor (n.): The color you turn after finding half a grub in the fruit you're eating.

And the pick of the literature:

16. Ignoranus (n): A person who's both stupid and an asshole.

Monday, February 05, 2007

aphroism

It's been raining

on & off for the last few days, quite a bit of on, currently off.

Which means that there are lots of mosquitoes around. Several varieties, all of them vicious little bastards.

Got the shit bitten out of me this afternoon when I was cleaning the pool of little yellow flowers & attendant tree cast-offs. Good thing my (admittedly poetically-licensed) paranoia remains in the conspiracy theory domain & doesn't extend to hypochondria. Otherwise I'd be off now being tested for Kew Fever, Ross River Fever, Dengue Fever, Leishmania, Nile River virus, Ebola, ague.......

Instead took great unBuddhist delight is smiting the varmints down as they alighted on my bare limbs. Smite, smite, smite. But later, scratch, scratch, scratch. & I'm starting to feel a fever coming on. Quick, Murgatroyd. The quinine s'il vous plait.

seems like my seduction

of Google paid off.

Nine months of ignoring Otoliths & now it shows up. Maybe it had to come to termination first.

Sunday, February 04, 2007

Because I play

only a minor part in it, I feel quite comfortable about mentioning THE COUNTDOWN #19, the last(?) Bob Marcacci-hosted podcast from MiPoRadio which features a nice collection of poems from Bill Allegrezza & additional poems from Jill Chan, Peter Ciccariello, Del Ray Cross, AnnMarie Eldon, Juan Jose Martinez, Shin Yu Pai, Carol Peters, Rachel Phillips, Larry Sawyer & myself.

Because I am far less comfortable with praise, I hesitated before mentioning this extract from a forthcoming review by Eileen Tabios of my speculative novella the allegrezza ficcione. I think the book is something special, something I'm extremely proud of having written. Whether it goes on to become a "21st century classic" as Eileen suggests I leave to the future, but, shit, the fact that someone thinks it might gives me a real buzz.

Thursday, February 01, 2007

Realised

this afternoon, 15 hours after I made Otoliths live, that I'd overlooked linking the CONTENTS tab on the front page to the actual contents list. Oops.

Fortunately, I'd decided to start, with this issue, listing the contributors on the front with links to their first pages. & once in through there, you stay in. But it could have been nasty......& somewhat embarrassing.

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Issue four

of Otoliths has just gone live & is as diverse as ever.

This issue contains text & visual work from Vernon Frazer, Eileen Tabios, Márton Koppány, Katrinka Moore, Jnana Hudson, Jeff Harrison, Peter Ciccariello, Amanda Laughtland, Carol Jenkins, Jean Vengua, Dion Farquhar, Ed Higgins, David Prater, Carl Baker, Elizabeth Kate Switaj, Elisa Gabbert & Kathleen Rooney, Samuel Wharton, Spencer Selby, Martin Edmond, Ayşegül Tözeren, Daniel f. Bradley, The Pines, Alexander Jorgensen, Jonathan Hayes, John Mercuri Dooley, David-Baptiste Chirot, Richard Kostelanetz, nick-e melville, Phil Primeau, J.D. Nelson, Mikhail Magazinnik, Nicholas Manning, Andrew Topel, Kristin Hannaford, Karin Kroetlinger, C. Mehrl Bennett, Kevin Doran, Ed Schenk, Paul Siegell, Raymond Farr, Suzan Sari, Suzan Sari & Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Jukka-Pekka Kervinen, Caleb Puckett, Tom Beckett, Keith Kumasen Abbott, MTC Cronin, Bob Marcacci, Thomas Fink, Nico Vassilakis, Vernon Frazer & Michael Rothenberg, & Ray Craig.

Hie there & enjoy!

& a reminder that print editions of the earlier issues are available from the Otoliths Shopfront at Lulu.

Also, later in February, the book publishing arm (?) of Otoliths will be bringing out new collections from Jordan Stempleman, Vernon Frazer, Nico Vassilakis & harry k stammer. Let me just say that they're all fantastic.

As far as I am aware

I have never had commerce - nor congress for that matter - with any of Google's suite of spreadsheets, word processing, nasal-hair removers, etc.

In addition, the Google search function ignores Otoliths with an intransigence that I can't understand. I have tried vainly to get it to trawl through the pages, am trying something new this issue. Yahoo lists it high up, so too MSN; but I think you need to scavenge through an Amazonian forest of growth rings to find a link to the e-zine in Google.

Yet this morning, I received an email from Google Calendar reminding me that today was the last day for submissions to the current issue. I don't want to go there. It has taken two pieces of information from the "front" pages that it otherwise ignores, joined them logically, &, in the process, frightened the life out of me by such a level of snooping sophistication.

Tuesday, January 30, 2007

another thing I never told anyone

I had a dream once—or, at least, I think I did. I don’t remember my dreams, & this was no exception. So let’s suppose I had a dream which may or may not have occured, may have been remembered, may have just been a synapse activated by another incident, devolved déjà vu.

Let’s assume. Dream. In which I am walking past a row of shops, between rows of shops. Plate-glass windows. In which people piled up—no, faces pushed against the glass, one above the other, layers of them, levels, like a sequence from a Fritz Lang film or a page from a noir comic book. Mosaics of faces. I am walking past them. They remind me of sheep. I make baa-ing noises at them. Swear at them.

Then the scene changes. I am walking along a country road at night. The person I am with turns to me, says “That’s funny. I didn’t know there was anyone behind.” I turn, look; & under a streetlight about a hundred metres distant, is a person just standing there.

No memory of it. Memory of it.

No dream. Date stamp c.1960. Must be. Age, activity. Some University philosophical thinktank, out in the country, over a couple of days. Get bored around midnight, decide to go out & hitchhike north. Anywhere, away from the here. Take someone with me.

We walk. & walk. Main highway. No cars. Nobody. Reach the small country town that’s a couple of miles away. 1 a.m. Wait. No-one around. Decide to. Walk back.

A train goes by on the track that parallels the road. Freight train, lots of wagons, each several levels, all of them filled with sheep, meat train, will be, abattoir-bound. Baa-ing in the night, multifold, louder than the steam engine. I baa back at them, I swear at them. The person with me says “That’s funny. I didn’t know there was anyone behind.” I turn, look; & under a streetlight about a hundred metres distant, is a person just standing there.

No dream. The running. Away. The physical escaping the metaphysical. I do not go back. Do not.

Talk about it. Tell.

Monday, January 29, 2007

Inside the
outside

      is much
      the same

as outside
the outside

      except
      there are

far fewer
people.

Saturday, January 27, 2007

 
 
entr'ache

 
 

Emporium

                         He paused to let
                    a brass band
       pass—these days
                  the streets were full
     of them. Not from
                           any new-found desire
          for music but a
               re-discovered           need for
               uniforms. Not winning is
                         never easy—especially
when you also haven't
          lost. But the games
                    are never over until
               the games begin. So
          redefine the space
          between with passing-
                         out parades &
          streetgear & get
               the answers ready
for the questions that
          are sure                to come.

Friday, January 26, 2007

My nomination for Australian of the year



Procoptodon goliah - the largest of the leaf-eating kangaroos (200kg) could stand on tiptoe, prop on its tail and reach leaves up to three metres from the ground. Was wiped out around 50,000 years ago, with the arrival of the first settlers, thus making an Australia Day that celebrates the arrival of the first European settlers 219 years ago somewhat insignificant.
Have time,
but / don't
    have time
to enjoy the
    luxury of
having it.

On January 26, 1788

Captain Arthur Phillip, on behalf of the Crown of Great Britain, took formal possession of the colony of New South Wales and became its first Governor.

However, for Aboriginal Australians and many others, the 26th of January is not a day for celebration. To them the date signifies invasion and dispossession. As Thomas Keneally noted in his 1997 Australia Day address -
"A majority of Australians can see why today cannot be a day of rejoicing for all, and that therefore there may be grounds for ultimately finding an Australia Day, a celebration of our community, with which we can all identify."
The choice of 26 January as the day of celebration for all Australians has been queried and argued from a historical and practical viewpoint from the 1800s. That the day might symbolise invasion, dispossession and death to many Aboriginal people was a concept alien to the average Australian until even the latter half of the 20th century. The Editorial in the Sydney Morning Herald of 2 January 1995, arguing for a change of date, stated that January 26 "can never be a truly national day for it symbolises to many Aborigines the date they were conquered and their lands occupied. This divisive aspect to 26 January, the commemoration of the landing at Sydney Cove, will never be reconciled".

Involvement of the Indigenous community on Australia Day has taken many forms - forced participation in re-enactments, mourning for Invasion Day, peaceful protest through to an acknowledgment of survival and an increasing participation in community events at a local level.

By 1888, the year of the centenary celebrations, the white population had increased significantly while the Aboriginal population had declined from at least 750,000 in 1788 to a mere estimated 67,000. (Aboriginal people were not counted in the census until after 1967). The 1888 Centenary events overwhelmingly celebrated British and Australian achievement and as Nigel Parbury writes in his book Survival: ”In 1888 Aboriginals boycotted the Centenary celebrations. Nobody noticed.”

By 1938, the Aboriginal community was becoming well organised in the white ways and able to make strong demands for political rights and equality. An Australian Aborigines League (AAL) had been formed in 1932 and this was followed in 1937 by the Aborigines Progressive Association (APA), a group that began to achieve publicity in the press and addressed a variety of groups such as the NSW Labor Council.

The AAL leader William Cooper and the APA's leader William Ferguson, were instrumental in organising the Day of Mourning Committee for the 1938 Sesquicentenary celebrations. A manifesto, Aborigines Claim Citizen Rights, was published and on Australia Day a conference and protest were held in the Australian Hall, Sydney. Five days later, the APA led an Aboriginal delegation to meet with the Prime Minister and soon after Australia Day, the Committee for Aboriginal Citizen Rights was formed.

The Aboriginal community's push for recognition was highlighted by the 1938 official Australia Day celebrations. Due to a refusal to cooperate by city-based Aborigines, the government imported Aborigines from western communities, locking them up in a stable at Redfern Police Barracks. Immediately following the re-enactment, the group featured on a float in the huge parade in Macquarie Street. The following day they were “sent back to their tin sheds on the Darling River”.

Re-enactments of Phillip's landing continued to be an accepted part of Australia Day ceremonies around the country and it wasn't until the Bicentennial in 1988 that the New South Wales government refused to condone a re-enactment as part of their official proceedings.

On January 26 that year, 40,000 Aboriginal people (including some from as far away as Arnhem Land in the Northern Territory) and their supporters marched from Redfern Park to a public rally at Hyde Park and then on to Sydney Harbour to mark the 200th anniversary of invasion.

From this march grew the concept of "Invasion Day" and "Survival Day", marking the anniversary of the beginning of land loss, but also recognising the survival of a race of people who had been expected to die out. In 1992 the first Survival Day concert was held at La Perouse and in 1998 the event moved to Waverley Oval near Bondi Beach.



The Aboriginal Flag was designed by Harold Thomas, an artist and an Aboriginal, in 1971. The flag was designed to be an eye-catching rallying symbol for the Aboriginal people and a symbol of their race and identity. The black represents the Aboriginal people, the red the earth and their spiritual relationship to the land, and the yellow the sun, the giver of life.

In the late 1960s, Aborigines stepped up their campaign for indigenous land rights through protest marches, demonstrations, banners and posters. The protests increased in the early 1970s and Harold Thomas noticed they were often outnumbered by non-Aborigines with their own banners and placards. He decided they needed to be more visible and the idea of the flag was born.

The Aboriginal flag was first raised in Victoria Square in Adelaide on National Aboriginal Day in 1971, but was adopted nationally by Aborigines and Torres Strait Islanders in 1972 after it was flown above the Aboriginal "Tent Embassy" outside of the old Parliament House in Canberra.

It is perhaps the only symbol commonly accepted by the diversity of Aboriginal people.

The Aboriginal flag is increasingly being flown by both Aboriginal and non-Aboriginal people. In view of its increasing importance in Australian society, the Government initiated steps in 1994 to give the flag legal recognition. After a period of public consultation, the Government made its own decision in July 1995 that the flag should be proclaimed a "Flag of Australia" under section 5 of the Flags Act 1953. The flag was so proclaimed by the Governor General of Australia, William Hayden, on 14 July 1995.

The official flag, the Union Jack, the outcome of a competition 100 years ago, reflected the 1901 Federation’s historical background, the Southern Cross its place in space, and the large star the six States making up the Federation. Here, it was said, was a flag containing "history, heraldry, distinctiveness and beauty".

However, the flag still had no legal status beyond the original British Admiralty authorisations which only related to use at sea. It wasn't until the Flags Act 1953 (enacted 1954) was passed by the Menzies Government that Australia finally had an official national flag, and one that was required to be flown in a superior position to any other national flag (including the Union Flag).

The Flags Act 1953 formally adopted the current design as Australia's "National Flag" and the Act was assented to by Queen Elizabeth II on her first visit to Australia on 15 April 1954, the first Act of the Australian Parliament to receive assent by the Monarch rather than the Governor General. Finally, more than 53 years after the first design was hoisted, Australia had an official national flag.

The Australian flag was usually flown in conjunction with, often in an inferior position to, the Union Flag of the UK well into the 1960s despite the requirements of the Flags Act 1953. Many Australians considered themselves to be Britons, and Arthur Smout in his 1968 The Flag Book lamented the fact that many seemed to show more loyalty to the Union Flag than to the Australian flag.

Today, there is a growing debate about whether Australia should adopt a new flag, as many see the current British ensign-based design as inappropriate in an increasingly multicultural country that has been progressively weakening its ties with Britain since 1901. Also, the Union Flag occupies what is known as the vexillological honour point, and as Australia becomes more independent, many think Australian symbols rather than the flag of another nation should occupy this position.

(compiled from various sources, including http://www.ausflag.com.au/flags/aushist.html
http://www.ausflag.com.au/info/flagsact.html
http://www.australiaday.com.au/rick_farley.htm
http://www.australiaday.com.au/indigenous.html
http://www.cityofsydney.nsw.gov.au/barani/themes/theme6.htm )

recycled from pelican dreaming, 1/26/06.

Thursday, January 25, 2007

The latest issue

of my favourite e-zine, Michael Rothenberg's Big Bridge, has just gone live. Chock full of goodies doesn't even begin to describe it.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Insisting he
must be seen
as a “Man
of the People”
The President
today delivered
his “State of the
Boiler” speech
dressed in a
Union suit.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

Today the
postman brought
me a style
     manual. I
opened it up &
picked out a
couple of boxed
heading hierarchies
coated in
dark chocolate to
have with my
morning coffee.

Miles Davis & John Coltrane, in "So what", live, 1958.

Amongst the shows that graced the screens in the early days of tv in New Zealand was a U.S.-made series, produced, I think, by CBS, called The Robert Herridge Theatre. The only reason I think it made it across the Pacific was that it must have been offered at a cheap price.

It didn't last for long in the U.S., maybe eight shows in all, a strange assemblage of unrelated pieces—adaptions of short stories including Poe's The Telltale Heart, a couple of live jazz shows, at least one made for tv drama, & a ballet version of Frankie & Johnnie danced by two of the principal dancers from Balanchine's New York City Ballet & with Jimmy Rushing singing the title song. Such a variety could never attract a sponsor, so it lapsed. (Though Herridge as MC—see this clip here—may have been another reason.

I don't know how many shows NZ TV bought. I know I saw the ballet, & I also saw the episode that caused such an outcry in those conservative times that the series was abruptly terminated in NZ. That was an adaption of Shirley Jackson's short story The Lottery, with its somewhat gruesome ending that came out of nowhere.

But before they pulled it, they did show a half hour of Miles live, with a Gil Evans orchestra, although the clip of So what I came across today is essentially a quintet with Coltrane in fine form.

Which of the shows are still around today I am unsure. I know there's a dvd of the Miles one, & there's an audio of part of the other jazz program. But I think the rest are maybe lost—whether forever or in some archive. I don't know how the drama would stack up today—they were live recordings in a primitive system—but the Miles & Coltrane clip is still wonderful.


Miles Davis & John Coltrane, in "So what", live, 1958.

Sunday, January 21, 2007

The Postman Poems

In the course of doing something else, I've put together a pdf of some of the postman poems. If anybody wants a copy, just email me at the address in the sidebar.

Saturday, January 20, 2007

Dear Tom

At first I
had three
tvs

to
accommodate the
Greek chorus. But

I couldn't fit
in a
fourth

when
Fox moved
further to the


right. So I
bought two
statues

of
antiquity which
are placed on


either side of
the single
tv

that
now remains
& the chorus


scrolls across the / screen as / subtitles.

Friday, January 19, 2007

No, not that Bjork

EARTH may not be visited by aliens for a long time to come, according a new mathematical model which suggests it would take billions of years to probe the universe.

Mathematician Rasmus Bjork, from the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen, has calculated that eight probes travelling at a tenth of the speed of light, and each capable of launching up to eight sub-probes, would take about 100,000 years to explore a region of space containing 40,000 stars.

When he scaled up the search to include 260,000 such systems in our galaxy's habitable zone, the probes took almost 10 billion years - three quarters the age of the universe - to explore just 0.4 per cent of the stars.

New Scientist magazine reported: "Bjork's answer (is that) aliens haven't contacted us because they haven't had the time to find us yet."
Now I find that a tad unneighbourly, would suggest that they take time to make time. Even if it's not for a nice cup of tea, they could at least drop in to borrow some sugar.....

Thursday, January 18, 2007

The Philosophy of Ficciones

      for Thomas Fink


The history
of history

is one of
         spaces

waiting
to be filled

that then
are ready

to be re-
written.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

     First sign

of. Turns. Runs

     in the. One in

     front of. Shame-

less. Self.

     Emotion.

Out & about

Dan Waber has started up a new blog (his term for it) at his Logolalia site. It's called ars poetica, & how it's structured is best described by Dan's own words.
"This is a themed blog (poems about poetry) that will lead to a print anthology. Dan Waber invited five of his favorite poets to send him an ars poetica they'd written along with the names and email addresses of five other poets. He then invited those twenty-five poets to do the same. He then invited those hundred and twenty-five poets to do the same. He then invited...you get the picture."
With only one poem being published per day, this has the potential to make the Guinness Book of Records.

A new issue of Sugar Mule has just gone live. It's an anthology of collaborations, guest-edited by the Divine Miss M. - Sheila E. Murphy, that is, not that Midler person. An enormous collection, testament to just how high the esteem that Sheila is held in is. Geof Huth has a nice review of it over at dbqp.

There's a great interview with my dear friend Ernesto Priego over at Tom Beckett's e-values.

& elsewhere in the ether, I explain in Turkish about my fetish with certain words.
AT: Dergi adı olarak neden “Otoliths”i tercih ettiniz?

MY: Belli sözcükleri severim. Otoliths de bunlardan biri..Otolith, balığın kulağında bulunan ve onun büyüme seyrini gösteren bir kemik, ağaçlardaki yaş halkaları gibi..

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

Today the
postman brought
me my Golden
Globe for best
poetry soundtrack
to an animated
daguerreotype
adapted from a
stage musical or
a foreign-language
reality show.

Monday, January 15, 2007

one of those evenings

when the cat
greets me
at the door
looking old &
worn-out, & I

feeling much
the same, but
add sore & sorry
for myself, &

the only birds
around are crows
so there is no
music in the
air, & clouds

are clustering
on the horizon
which means
that for the
third evening

running I won't
be seeing the
current comet
& this the night
for brightest
sighting, & what

is worse the clouds
don't hold
a hint of rain.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

so, who is in favour of this surge in U.S. troop numbers in Iraq?

Amongst those against-
The Iraq Study Group called the situation in Iraq "grave and deteriorating" Wednesday and recommended a radically different approach from President Bush's current policy, including the withdrawal of most U.S. combat troops by early 2008.

The nation's top uniformed leaders are recommending that the United States change its main military mission in Iraq from combating insurgents to supporting Iraqi troops and hunting terrorists, But the Joint Chiefs think the White House, after a month of talks, still does not have a defined mission and is latching on to the surge idea in part because of limited alternatives, despite warnings about the potential disadvantages for the military.

no more troops from NATO countries would be sent to the country. (An older statement, but their position hasn't changed.)

most Democrats and an increasing number of Republicans in the legislature believe sending more troops compounds a bad situation.

The latest public opinion poll from the Associated Press and the Ipsos research firm found that 70 percent of those surveyed oppose sending additional troops to Iraq, a finding consistent with other recent polls.

Meanwhile, a radical Shiite cleric is condemning U.S. plans to send more troops to Iraq. The deployment would be part of a wide-ranging new effort to curb violence waged by militias, including those loyal to Muqtada al-Sadr.

An al-Sadr spokesman said Iraq's problems are due to the U.S. presence and called on America to withdraw. The spokesman urged Americans to oppose sending more troops who might end up "flown back in coffins."

Sitting on the fence-
Al-Maliki may not even tolerate the presence of more US troops for long, although he spared Bush the humiliation this week of saying so outright. But leading Shias, close to al-Maliki and his sometime rival Abdul Aziz al-Hakim, have openly opposed the notion of a “surge”, as an encroachment into Iraqi sovereignty. There lies the rub. They have taken the US at its word — that it has transferred sovereignty to Iraq’s elected leaders, and is staying only to advise and help. Let us run our country, then, and tell the US how to help, is their answer. But after years of suppression by the Sunni elite, the leaders of the Shia majority seem in little mood to make concessions to a minority, although they go through the motions of acknowledging the principle in their pledges to the US.

& those for it-
Frederick Kagan, "resident scholar" at the American Enterprise Institute, a neocon finktank, who basically wrote the blueprint for the surge.

The President must request a substantial increase in active duty ground forces
– At least 30K Army and Marines per year for the next two years
– Vital to offset increased demands on the ground forces in Iraq
– Vital to provide strategic options in many scenarios beyond Iraq
– Increases must be permanent

Gen. Petraeus, new chief cook & bottlewasher for U.S. forces in Iraq who assumed his position after the "retirement" of the previous incumbent who did not support an increase. He "stands out from his predecessor as a believer in the value of increased troop strength in Iraq".

He is also the co-author of the Army's "brilliant new counterinsurgency field manual", in which he endorsed the principle that 20 counterinsurgents per 1,000 residents is "the minimum troop density required for effective COIN operations." To pacify Baghdad, therefore, would require at least 120,000 American and Iraqi combat troops. There are 70,000 U.S. combat personnel in Iraq, only a fraction of which are deployed in Baghdad. Figuring effective Iraqi combat strength is a numbers game.

But what that means is don't be surprised if troop numbers rise again because the existing numbers don't meet the model.

Abdul-Aziz al-Hakim (again, & somewhat different to his position above) said the government should "strike with an iron fist" against anyone who endangers the "safety of people."

He's also urging al-Sadrs’s militia to disarm. The militia has been blamed for much of the sectarian violence that has killed thousands.

Al-Hakim heads the 130-strong Shiite bloc in Iraq's parliament. He offered his support just hours after President Bush announced his new strategy to stop the violence.

& then there's the President. Who knows what goes on in his tiny brain, but all I can come up with, watching his tears at a medal ceremony for a dead U.S. serviceman, is to use something said some time back by Richard Armitage to Colin Powell, & take it totally out of context.
‘Has he [President Bush] thought this through?’ Armitage asked Powell. ‘What the President says in effect is we’ve got to press on in honor of the memory of those who have fallen. Another way to say that is we’ve got to have more men fall to honor the memories of those who have already fallen.’”

Saturday, January 13, 2007

E-X-C-H-A-N-G-E-V-A-L-U-E-S

Tom Beckett has added another interview to his excellent e-values, this one with Jordan Stempleman. & Tom has also recently posted, at his Soluble Census, a very positive review of Jordan's (e- & pod) book, Their Fields, that came out under Bill Allegrezza's Moria imprint a year or so ago.

So it's probably a good time to inadvertently let slip that Jordan's new book, What's the Matter, will be one of four that Otoliths is publishing around the middle of next month.

t
r
i
c
k
l
f  e  e  d  .

solace

trick
photgraphy

Friday, January 12, 2007

Iraq, c'est moi



"He's our guy.
No one wants to go against our guy.
And he's the commander-in-chief and
the guy who campaigned for all of us.

But he is Iraq."

so says Republican Representative Ray LaHood

Tuesday, January 09, 2007

Are little-
known facts

made in a
little-known
factory?

Monday, January 08, 2007

an "axiom of history"

President Johnson has commited a further 50,000 US troops to the conflict in Vietnam.

Monthly draft calls will increase from 17,000 to 35,000 - the highest level since the Korean War, when between 50,000 and 80,000 men were called up each month.

It will take the US force in Vietnam up to 125,000 but officials say at this stage demands should be met by conscription, without calling upon the reserves.

Speaking in a televised address from the White House President Johnson said: "We do not want an expanding struggle with consequences no one can foresee."

"Nor will we bluster, bully or flaunt our power. But we will not surrender, nor will we retreat," he continued.

The President gave the news conference after a week of intensive talks with senior military and security advisers in Washington.

7/28/1965


President Bush's new Iraq strategy calls for a rapid influx of forces that could add as many as 20,000 American combat troops to Baghdad.

The number of U.S. troops has fluctuated up to around 150,000 since the March 2003 invasion and now stands at 127,000.

1/7/2007

then add this to the mix

ISRAEL has drawn up secret plans to destroy Iran’s uranium enrichment facilities with tactical nuclear weapons.

Two Israeli air force squadrons are training to blow up an Iranian facility using low-yield nuclear “bunker-busters”, according to several Israeli military sources.

The attack would be the first with nuclear weapons since 1945, when the United States dropped atomic bombs on Hiroshima and Nagasaki. The Israeli weapons would each have a force equivalent to one-fifteenth of the Hiroshima bomb.

Under the plans, conventional laser-guided bombs would open “tunnels” into the targets. “Mini-nukes” would then immediately be fired into a plant at Natanz, exploding deep underground to reduce the risk of radioactive fallout.

“As soon as the green light is given, it will be one mission, one strike and the Iranian nuclear project will be demolished,” said one of the sources.

Israeli and American officials have met several times to consider military action. Military analysts said the disclosure of the plans could be intended to put pressure on Tehran to halt enrichment, cajole America into action or soften up world opinion in advance of an Israeli attack.

Robert Gates, the new US defence secretary, has described military action against Iran as a “last resort”, leading Israeli officials to conclude that it will be left to them to strike.

Israeli pilots have flown to Gibraltar in recent weeks to train for the 2,000-mile round trip to the Iranian targets. Three possible routes have been mapped out, including one over Turkey.

Air force squadrons based at Hatzerim in the Negev desert and Tel Nof, south of Tel Aviv, have trained to use Israel’s tactical nuclear weapons on the mission. The preparations have been overseen by Major General Eliezer Shkedi, commander of the Israeli air force.

Sources close to the Pentagon said the United States was highly unlikely to give approval for tactical nuclear weapons to be used. One source said Israel would have to seek approval “after the event”, as it did when it crippled Iraq’s nuclear reactor at Osirak with airstrikes in 1981.

The Sunday Times

Sunday, January 07, 2007

You realise

just how much a product of another age you are when you see a newspaper headline saying Mansons to split & you think "I didn't know Charlie had ever married", then read on to find out that it's Marilyn Manson they're writing about.

Saturday, January 06, 2007

Jukka's got a new skin



Just click on the logo to go there.

bringing delight

to my jaded eyes & heart, two double-barred finches, about the size of my thumb,


are in the process of building a nest in the crown of one of the smaller palms in our front garden. Made from light, almost white, dry grass - the bird's preference - the nest is only about one & a half metres above the ground, but they're quite safe because the palm fronds have spiny needles along their ridges, a couple of inches long & sharp & tough enough to pierce leather - which is why I just let the dead fronds hang down rather than cutting them off.

They're cute little birds. My "working name" for them, as I'm sure it is for a lot of other people, is owl-faced finch since when you see them face on & looking down a little, those bars & their light colour create the impression of the stereotypical owl face.

There may be eggs in the nest, because when one of them - the male? - is off gathering bulding materials, the other sits within the nest, moves when the first returns bearing thatch, places it correctly, & then returns to sitting.

The image I've used doesn't really show the owl aspect, but it was the only one I could find that wasn't copyrighted. When I start using the digital camera that came down the chimney I'll take my own photos, but I'm a little scared of starting using it because I may become obsessive. Click. Click.

Clickclickclickclickclickclickclick..........

The double-barred finch goes tiaat-tiaat. Sensible.

Friday, January 05, 2007

found hay(na)ku

I
am the
president. I am

the
bully pul-
pit. I am

going
to put
my agenda forward.

Thursday, January 04, 2007

Tuesday, January 02, 2007

Why I am jealous of Alan Greenspan

In an un-
provenanced manuscript
of Oedipus Rex
which has just
been placed
on the market
by an anonymous
vendor from
Uzbekistan, there is
an exorcised passage
in which Oedipus
states that the
presence or
absence of poets
after the various
Greek Wars
were the first true
example of labour
economics. "Who
needs bards" he
ends "when there
is no victory
to sing about?" Some-
one—a different
hand, most probably
Sophocles' editor—
has crossed it out
& in the margin
written "Economics
is fine, but what
relevance have
poets to a story
about a man who
fucks his mother?"

Thank you, Geof

In his year end post, A Year and a Day - the year a summary, the day a beautiful poem in response to Tom Beckett's call for "day poems" - Geof Huth lists a number of people for "special thanks" for providing him with some of the pleasures he'd experienced during the year. Amongst them:
"Mark Young for blogging his way through his day, yet finding time to put out Otoliths, the finest blogzine and hardcopy zine around, filled as it is with more imagination than a thousand days of other attempts."
My thanks for your generous words, but I just provide the platform, the outlet. It's the contributors, such as yourself, that deserve the praise, not just for their work but also their presence which attracts other contributors who I never dared let myself think would want to come on board. Plus the new people I'm getting a real buzz out of publishing.

Issue four of Otoliths is shaping up to be a spectacular issue, & will be going online on February 1. The print version of issue three should be dropping into contributors' letterboxes - if it hasn't already done so - as I write this.

Monday, January 01, 2007

Sunday, December 31, 2006

Ah, Saddam

I don't condone what you did, what you were accused of, but maybe if there'd been impartial judges, a neutral courtroom sans cages in another country where the puppeteering strings of political expediency didn't reach…..

As you knew, the fix was in from the start. I don't understand why they even bothered with a trial. Actually, I do. So that both the puppets & the puppeteers could proclaim loudly how "the due process of law" was followed, how wonderful it was to see a "fledgling democracy" in action. How now that they've carried out an execution of someone of such high stature, the Iraqi government can be said to hold its own in the big boys' league.

Presumption of guilt is undemocratic. Public humiliation is undemocratic. Being held prisoner by another power in your own country is undemocratic. Execution by the State is still murder but with more syllables, & probably the ultimate act of undemocracy.

The newspaper tells me you spent part of your last hours sharing "untitled poems" with your visitors. That was a nice touch, & demonstrates that you were far more culturally aware than your nemesis who was probably chortling over fart jokes with his bovver boys—& girl—at his Texas ranch & creaming his jeans in anticipation of getting his hands on the dvd of your execution. They say serial murderers often like to keep a trophy of their crimes, something to play with as they play with themselves.

Friday, December 29, 2006

metaphortified
Today the
postman brought
me the news
that George
Washington
had died from
hypothermia
whilst attempting
a night time
crossing of
the Delaware.

Thursday, December 28, 2006

After

a six month hiatus

Series Magritte is finally getting a bit of a workout

which means

that I'm getting my thought processes back in gear once more

just in time

to go back to work & have them atrophy again.

Wednesday, December 27, 2006

Lines from

the musical I discovered, when I woke up from an afternoon nap, that I'd decided to write.

I felt great trepidation when the microwave was born
I still don't own a cellular phone
I'm a Luddite - ell you double-dee eye tea eee

Monday, December 25, 2006

Holy Moly #2

I wasn't going to have a post that carried the date of this day when urban myth is celebrated, hence the post-dating of the post above — or is that pre-dating of the post or post-dating of the pre- or pre- the pre- or pre- the post- or what the fuck? — but, surfing the diverse & spectacular menu of pap being broadcast by cable, I happened upon the Midnight Mass at St Peter's Basilica presided over by the Bono of The Vatican just in time to see pro Bono oh so delicately flick his hair back behind his ear, &, if he hadn't returned his hands to that position made famous by Dürer, I swear the next gesture would have been to lick his fingers & smooth down his eyebrows. My dear, as they say around these parts, that man is a camp as a row of tents.

So, in the spirit of giving, I've decided to Out he whom Alex Gildzen delightfully describes as "the rodent pope in his Prada pumps", Pope Benedikt the Fagth, defender of the faith — or is that the Queen? — arch-conservative & loud critic of everything homosexual.

O hipocryte lecteur

Sunday, December 24, 2006

valse hay(na)ku

in-
     dulge
     me
               in
                    this
                    dance

Friday, December 22, 2006

Ah, the perils of an editor

Was browsing the archives of another e-zine yesterday, & came across a poem I recognised. Not surprisingly, since it was one of a number of poems I'd accepted from the author & had uploaded to the under-construction issue four of Otoliths less than 24 hours before.

So I went googling, & discovered that four of the poems - plus a number of the remainder of the submission - had previously appeared online. I thought about pulling them all for some time, but decided to give the author the benefit of the doubt &, provided I received a reassurance that the remaining two hadn't or weren't going to appear elsewhere, pull only the four that had appeared before.

I emailed the author when I'd revised the page, received an email back - "Sorry. Honest mistake. Humblest apologies."

But it nagged at me because said author had also appeared in issue three of Otoliths. Back on with the uniform of the thought police, back into Google. Found that of the four poems in issue three, two had appeared once previously, one twice previously & one three times previously. Plus there were postings to a couple of poetry lists. (& I discovered another publication of one of the poems from yesterday.)

It's too late to pull the print editions - they've started going out - & because of that I decided to leave the poems online in issue three but add an acknowledgment of where they'd previously appeared. Four poems, six acknowledgments: people will do the math.

I don't mind publishing work that's appeared on blogs or in lists. I don't mind publishing work that's appeared in print, provided there's a decent time interval. I don't mind publishing work that's previously appeared online if what Bruce Sterling calls "linkrot" has occurred. I don't mind publishing complete series or sequences where the various parts have appeared before but never all together. But at all times, acknowledgment is given to the place of original publication. It's a basic courtesy, one that I give to my editors, one that I expect given to me.

Needless to say, I'm pissed. I'll still leave the poems there - though, after today, I was having second thoughts - but since I said I would, I will. But from now on in it looks like there's going to be a Google step within the process, & the idea that it is necessary to do that pisses me off even more.

Merry Christmas. Bah humbug.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

     "The trick naturally is what Duncan learned years ago and tried to teach us—not to search for the perfect poem but to let your way of writing of the moment go along its own paths, explore and retreat but never be fully realized (confined) within the boundaries of one poem. This is where we were wrong and he was right, but he complicated things for us by saying that there is no such thing as good or bad poetry. There is—but not in relation to the single poem. There is really no single poem."

Jack Spicer in an Admonition to Robin Blaser

a little thought for hks

Where
would I
be without Miles?
    eventually he was smuggled out of the country & out of the limelight    

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

Lines writ on misreading a title in fhole # 10

I stick my finger
in the socket
& nothing happens.

Try my prick. Still
no response. So

carefully uncurl the
cord rolled up in
my navel that ends
in a two-pin plug
& which doubles as
belly-button decor-
ation
           & boy
                     do I light up.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

f          l
o    w

er
||
||
||
||
|
|
|


flower
 
 
I wish

   I switch

   I swish

Ice witch

 
 
Today the
postman brought
me a pool of
water from the
Icicle Factory.

Monday, December 18, 2006

what if there had been no dubya?



"Son, you're making the same mistake in Iraq that I made with your mother. I didn't pull out in time..."


The Huffington Post

Friday, December 15, 2006

The print edition

of both parts of issue three of Otoliths are done & I'll be placing orders over the weekend for contributors' copies to go out which should arrive not in time to come down the chimney but as, hopefully, a bit of a kicker to get the new year off to a great start.

The electronic issue four is shaping up to be another - to use everybody's favourite term for Otoliths - eclectic issue. What does that say about the mind of the editor? But I've set out to be inclusive not exclusive, & I'm happy & proud with what I've done so far.

I'm still not writing much but that's because of the day job. It's a different zone I've got into, but I've still managed to get some stuff out out there.

Summer proceeds apace. Near the mid-thirties, Celsius. The country is ablaze down south, bush fires that join to create a 200 km firefront. Frightening. & what is worse, many of them are deliberately lit by people.

& a blue-winged kookaburra has just arrived in the tree directly outside the door to patiently scan the backyard for lizards & such. Best of luck. I can't stay quiet for that long.
It is warm.

I sleep with the
window closed.

I do not wake
               easily.

Thursday, December 14, 2006

My days

are empty without the screaming jets. The war games are over, & since there was only one side taking part, I guess you can say they both won & lost.

The fighters were lined up at the airport when I flew to Sydney - I keep writing Syndey for some unknown reason - last week. Six of them, though I'd only ever seen four in a flypast. Maybe they were being considerate of the local populace.

The helicopters have gone, too. De-rotored & packed away in a Galaxy with all the other materiel. It flew out night before last, Dracula embodied, a huge shape blocking out the stars. But with noise, & bad vibrations.

However, my paranoia remains intact. We came back to find a red beacon flashing newly in the hinterland. Pour quoi? Maybe the Martians have done a deal to use our local military playing fields.

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

An

end
of the
day poem for

Tom
Beckett. Sic
transit gloria mundanity.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Today the
postman brought
me two books
that I had
ordered — Anger
Management
, &
How to Overcome
Obsessive Compulsive
Behaviour
. I
punched him up
because he
placed the parcel
in the letterbox
upside-down.

Sunday, December 10, 2006

There is a bookshop

in Sydney called Goulds. It started life as something like the Socialist Co-operative Bookshop probably close to 40 years ago, but some schism within the ranks of its organising committee saw it privatised – or privateered – by its still current owner. It moved, split into two shops, rejoined & finally ended up in the main street of what was then the unfashionable suburb of Newtown where it still can be found.

It can loosely be described as a treasure trove, except it would take probably two weeks to do justice to its shelves - & the floor & the double & triple stacks & the secondhand stuff that now are piled up everywhere. Plus any adventurer would probably need a hazard suit to survive the experience of two floors of chaos.

But, wonder of wonders, it still contains many of the books that originally graced its shelves in its first incarnation, although the prices have been reduced remarkably, probably repencilled during a stocktake of one of the moves. I spent a couple of hours in it on the visit to Sydney I have just come back from. &, as an indication of what can be found on its shelves, I brought back with me this time:
Bending the Bow – Robert Duncan
The Paris Review with a Creeley interview inside
One Night Stand & Other Poems – Jack Spicer
Hymns to St Geryon & Dark Brown – Michael McClure
Scales of the Marvelous – a series of essays on Duncan
Memory gardens – Robert Creeley
The Collected Longer Poems of Kenneth Rexroth
Earth House Hold – Gary Snyder
Sun Rock Man – Cid Corman
Letters for Origin – Charles Olson
'Twas a productive trip.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

27 lines later hay(na)ku

He      
did lunch
but it wasn't

long enough to
do a          
poem.

Pareto lives!

The richest one per cent of the world's population owns 40 per cent of the total household wealth, while the bottom half of the world makes do with barely one per cent, according to a research report released Tuesday.

The study, which further underlined the continuing disparity between rich and poor, is by the Helsinki-based World Institute for Development Economics Research, part of the United Nations University

It took more than $500,000 US to be among the richest one per cent of adults in the world, according to the report. The richest 10 per cent of adults needed $61,000 US in assets.

In contrast, 50 per cent of adults owned barely one per cent of the household wealth.

Wealth was defined as the value of physical and financial assets minus debts. The study differentiates between wealth and income. The authors note that "many people in high-income countries — somewhat paradoxically — are among the poorest people in the world in terms of household wealth" because they have large debts.

The bulk of the wealthiest adults (almost 90 per cent) are concentrated in North America, Europe and Japan, the researchers said. For example, North America accounts for only six per cent of adults, but held 34 per cent of the globe's household wealth.

(The Pareto Principle was named after the Italian economist Vilfredo Pareto, who observed that 80% of income in Italy was received by 20% of the Italian population. The assumption is that most of the results in any situation are determined by a small number of causes.)

Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Which
was when
I asked: what

have you got
to offer
me?

The / unasked questions / eventually are answered

    "The common active ingredients in a hot chilli are chemicals belonging to the capsaicin family. When these chemicals make contact with the capsaicin receptors on the cells in your mouth, you feel the burn. Birds, on the other hand, have absolutely none of their receptors on their cells, so they feel no pain from eating chillies. This means that birds can cheerfully eat chillies and then spread the seeds around the countryside. Chilli seeds that have passed through the gut of a bird germinate better than chilli seeds that are planted by hand. In fact, while there's something about the mammal gut that stops chilli seeds from germinating, the opposite is true of a bird's gut. Birds usually excrete while they are feeding on another bush, so the chilli seeds often land on shady soil, their preferred environment."


Dr Karl Kruszelnicki: The Good Weekend, 12/2/06.

Monday, December 04, 2006

r.i.p.

I was deeply saddened to hear of the weekend death of kari edwards from cardiac complications. Hir poetry, hir presence, were amongst the strongest around. The strength of hir activism was an example to us all.

kari was one of the first to respond when I started Otoliths, with both support & contribution. I am proud to be able to say that I am amongst the publishers of hir poetry.

I remember a few years ago, in the earliesh days of As/Is, reading a just-posted poem whilst a tropical storm raged above & around. The power of that poem by kari left the storm in its wake, in fact, probably kept the pc running.

I shall miss hir.

Saturday, December 02, 2006

Friday, December 01, 2006

Today the
postman brought
me a blow-
up sex doll
which, it is
claimed, can be
    programmed
to become moist
whenever a
music of the
user’s choosing
is played. I tried
it out with the
pipes & drums
of the Southern
Highlanders. It
worked. Un-
fortunately
    it didn’t
work for me.