gettin’ dizzy widdit (centennial park) — big cycling day yesterday, two hours thirty-nine on the bike, racked up forty-five kilometres without even realising it… a gorgeous day for riding… dizzy in centennial park? yeah, met up with keri’s flatmate, naomi, & we did four circuits of the grand parade, or whatever the road around the park is called…
physical grace — rollerbladers (okay, some rollerbladers) are incredibly graceful… i’ve started wondering about getting another pair of skates (ditched my old ones during a previous bout of shedding a former skin…) but realistically, would i push through the terrified ungainly wobbling stage this time? i just want instant gliding nirvana… i live a very fearful life…
kiss my fist — seen at the performance space last night… it was cool, i liked it a lot… lots of humour & style, & a really great infectious energy from the performers…
sunday / domestica ephemera — doin’ the laundry, tidyin’ up around the flat… mess is incremental, i can stare it down during the week but have to act on it on the weekends… weird… [low-level head noise...] something else for the list of things i’m not gonna put up with anymore… 26 days before i catch my plane & it feels sort of unreal… hmmm… my building doesn’t have a bin for plastics recycling… letter to the body corporate? rain this morning but sunny now… [low-level head noise...] i think my life is in transition… that is, i’m in transition, again… letting the days go by…
inconsolable lexus
(i)
grace to be born & live
as vicariously as possible / changing lanes,
semi-gridlocked, 8.35am. ho (hums.)
radio starting
to give me the shits.
mildly.
for instance
(no for instances) the day is swelling up,
cloudy ankles of the sky stepping gingerly
over redfern.
memo to once & future father:
saw buddha, who said to say hi.
hi dad. all that gorgeous stuff & pillage.
mardi gras saturday.
(ii)
zero to thirty-four in 6.5 seconds.
spots before your eyes. (out, out�)
(iii)
not serious about lists,
daggiest boy on oxford street
makes commitment to sneakers /
the shopping, & then the drop.
so life goes on.
intercontinental telephony genre study -
what time is it there? what day? hello?
yes / no / maybe.
love shack, baby love shack.
fiat cinquecento daydreams / mystery
of reverse parking.
(inconsolable lexus.)