Davey Dreamnation

Well, there have been some big changes in Daveyland since I arrived back home. One of these has been the strange process of becoming reacquainted with friends and family, after a long period overseas. It’s weird. Everyone’s exactly the same. I’m exactly the same. Australia is exactly the same. Except, different. Perhaps I should have [...]

DNRC055 | EP | 2005 | DELETED
Evergreen teen-pop band The Spunkles, who have now gone on to sign a three album/six tour contract with P&O Cruises, released this scintillating album of synth madness just before departing for Vila in late 2005. Sumptuous conga lines and amazingly inventive use of two step tango beats populate this [...]

The fingerprints of Clint Bo Dean are virtually indistinguishable from those of humans, so much so that they could be confused at a crime scene.
There are more than two hundred different kinds of Clint Bo Dean.
Humans have 46 chromosomes, peas have 14, and Clint Bo Dean has 7.
While performing her duties as queen, Cleopatra sometimes [...]

For all the doubters who cast nasturtiums on my ability to grow a beard, new evidence has emerged in the form of archival photos and painful memories. Please, consider these first impressions of beard, taken whilst freezing my arse off in Sapporo, Japan. Given my albino skin colour, the presence of bed-hair in these shots [...]

i got mao’s text around eight -
i was sitting in some dingy bar
watching boxers spar on the tv
i’ll be late don’t wait for me
so i ordered some more wasabi
peas & massaged my stiff knees
dreamily it’s always like this
i think because mao’s the one who’s
always late (mentioning something
about make-up or a facelift in
a mausoleum somewhere [...]

thunderheads line up across the bay
as airbirds wait their turn to taxi
pulses of energy enter these bodies
coming out the other side breathing
prevaricating at the petrol station
as the passers-by smoked cigarettes
the atmosphere was on orange alert
but the radios played old gangajang
humidity creeps through the gardens
as hummingbirds get the final call
jasmine supplies dangerously low -
tearing off every [...]

“It          remains possible to believe there
was          nothing anyone could do about
the          melted bottles, burnt coins etc … as for the
corpses          lying in the streets and wreckage
of          Nagasaki, we tend to forget how
the          body resists history; we pretend that
Koreans          look different, or
that          victims are all the same, even when they
remained          silent, we could hear their voices,
scattered          across the unbelievably blue sky, hanging
in          trees, or from twisted crosses, [...]

who will carry me to saihou jodo*
what to bring there what to wear?
   take me to the top of a mountain
   leave something behind to forget
who`ll build another kogetsudai+
fire my body at the silvery moon?
   leave something behind to forget
   falling into orbit & spinning space
who`ll throw me into ginshadan~
drown all my past in the wet sand?
   falling into orbit [...]

breaks it down & pulls it out & blows up
with a sonic whoo-hoo! boy wheelbarrow
atlas pines & the guru josh (splat matter
terminal bohos & sprinting programmes
colossal frenetic spaced-out & sane like
a metaphor for similes or a goo-shaved
belt-buckle international collateral dam
age of aquarius you confused with “hair”
tied back in a pony-trail sideways babe
don`t look back be [...]

There`s a train that`s stopped moving, in the middle of Hokkaido, in the middle of the night, in the middle of winter. The sound of a thousand snores, a thousand sleepy sighs. The rumble of a passing train. The one the driver`s waiting for.
There`s a train that`s stopped moving but any minute now it`ll tug [...]

That is the question I have been asking myself for the past ten days here in Japan, where I have given into the temptation to let my facial hair grow, partly as a form of self-amusement and partly because it`s something I like to try out every now and then, in the hope that I [...]

Snow globules hanging from the trees, like silvery pollen or the larvae of worms. Rice fields smothered by six months of snow, their feeder canals obliterated, the shallow stream a black slit in the hollow. Houses dwarfed by their new snow skins, train stations drowning beneath the sky`s white tears. More snow than I have [...]

i was born in a silence car
with only her heartbeat for a drum
no ringing bells or false alarms
i swam through the day`s eclipses
i was born in a silence car
but the sounds infected my tiny ears
& the world gushed into that tiny space
where first i breathed and lived
i was born in a silence car
underneath the surface [...]