|This is a photo of my friends and I at a party last night which was really nice and fun. It is so great to be back in Melbourne with everyone!|
I obviously have pessimistic leanings when it comes to life and the struggles of existence. But lately as I said a few things have stumped me in a sense that it's like gee that was really fun, or wow I like spending time with you, or gosh my friends are so great and lovely. It's me though to be sitting enjoying myself but waiting for something to go wrong, maybe it was my Catholic schooling but like, I can't have such a good time without something bad happening or 'being punished' or something. I know this may not necessarily be true but that's how I feel and as far as I'm concerned feelings are very much a part of the real world. Apart from that constant niggling though, that I don't think I will ever conquer - everything is pretty good. Below is a poem I wrote yesterday for publication in Yalei Wang's new writing Zine 'Criterian' which will be launching via Knight Street Art Space soon. Blah I'm going to go and have a Kit Kat.
Longing for tongue on teeth, a wet heat. "I'm thinking a lot about the enormity of missing someone, that thirst, that unconquerable feat"
Shacked up stacks frame, exclaim the impossibility of that famed caress, a quick palm slip or a thigh clip. I'm hungry and clutchin' my coat to my chest, wrists watch through mottled windows futile in undress. "I never asked how dinner went, or how is that girl you frequent"
Breathe out through pursed lips, hollow a clenched fist, an absent hair twist. The horizontal figure eight haunts me once more burned into that slight hypnotic motion I could ignore
if it weren't for everything stemming from that stigma and the terrific fact that you're actually only an enormous elaborately packaged enigma.