leaving dulwich hill — so this is my last weekend in dulwich hill… i give the keys back next friday… after a couple of false starts this morning, i finally got the keys to the cheddington (although i still don’t have a key for my mailbox)… wasn’t overly impressed to find the repairs i’d asked to be made hadn’t been done, & i discovered the windows in the sunroom are also in need of some work…
dirty thoughts — on top of all that, the place hadn’t been cleaned (as i’d been assured would happen), but after a minor episode of anxiety (this is not my beautiful house!) i went back & talked to the real estate agent & we’re going to get together on monday morning to sort out what’s happening with the repairs… as for the cleaning, keri & i are going to head over on sunday morning to do a bit of scrubbing & vacuuming, so the place will be habitable by the time the removalists do their thing on monday afternoon…
pack rat — packing everything up at the old flat has taken longer than i thought it might, but i’ve taken the opportunity to get rid of a heap of stuff that i’ve been carting about the countryside for several years… really useful things like rent receipts from 1996, & lecture notes from 1990, & old copies of manuscripts… i’ve also sorted out my books, & i think i’ve gotten rid of nearly half of them… it’s been an interesting process to go through, & i’m really looking forward to getting settled into elizabeth bay…
kezcam — keri developed some photos she’d taken over the last few months, some from our trip to the blue mountains after easter & some from a walk around coogee one afternoon… (& i finally found the CD with the scanner drivers while i was packing up…)
bulbous forehead dwarfs rock formations!
coffee makes me happy…
faux-blonde man with squint seeks photo opportunity
let’s try that squint again, shall we?
kez kickin’ back on home soil…
kez on the steps up from gordon’s bay…
me & kez on the gordon’s bay boardwalk…
windy, rainy — in contrast to the implied digital weather, the rain we’ve been having for the last week or so added some moderate gales to its repertoire overnight… i’m hoping it all clears by monday afternoon…
enthusiastic claims
…the personal computer itself constitutes
the ultimate postmodern work of art.
Richard Lanham
ambit, my ambit, the game derives
from a need to spin that falls like desire
from the high point of your lies
to map the heart’s trajectory, its diagram
& vacant coughing that claims the legs need blood
& your arm’s asleep, but ain’t that a way
of waving goodbye on the journey’s threshold?
it’s like, you find a steam train,
i’ll run along the platform,
& no one smells of roses while the camera’s rolling.
a dog goes past on autobiography
as heat falls from the sky.
if you walk to the window i’m there in a heap of theory
with a faded anecdote flung out like a handful
of useless gymnastics, waiting for the network
to come back up, for services to be resumed.
it’s a kind of remote access, it’s your own wishes,
& even if you don’t believe the empty,
whistling subject, there’s room to move
through the intersections, the spaces,
& now that taking a good, hard look at yourself
makes you happily dizzy
why not tilt your head & watch the sensors go crazy?
there’s thirteen fatuous things to say
& everybody’s ready,
so how about those trees? & look at all that skin.
you know, even if we dump the sculpture & buy the painting,
i think i preferred it when you dimmed the lights,
put on some music, & helped me
forget about our names. let’s start a tax.