To be honest …
… when I posted that picture yesterday, I didn’t realise it would be automatically shared with Facebook, and so I’m a little surprised at all the hits and likes it’s generated (nerd reveal: I was just testing the ‘image’ post…
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Davey Dreamnation
Davey Dreamnation (1972–?) is an Australalian musician, vocalist, pirate and record-label owner who now lives 'in the third person'.
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So, this happened …
dress young
This poem was first published in Page Seventeen (2010) and also appeared in my privately-published chapbook Final Friday (2010).
The Curtains
This is possibly one of my oldest unpublished poems, probably dating from around 1992. I remember showing it to a girl I was going out with in the late 1990s; she read it and then exclaimed "But what does it meeeeeaaannnnn???!" We broke up shortly after that.
SIPRI Yearbook 2012: its part in my downfall
Heh, heh. Well, not really. But in the spirit of Spike Milligan, one could say that the last six months, during which I've been working at the Stockholm International Peace Research Institute (SIPRI) as an editor, have well and truly opened my eyes to what's goin' ahn in this crazy, mixed up world.
Morgantown personal rapid transit
From the archives: “He carried oranges”
I have absolutely no idea what this prose fragment was supposed to be about but I do know that it's been fifteen years or so since I cared one way or the other. I was probably reading too much Borges at the time.
The good folks at Going Down Swinging have cross-posted this piece on their site.
From the archives: What a bird
This is one of my all-time favourite poems, mostly because it's just so daft. I think I wrote it in the late 1990s. It has a real 'I don't give a fuck' feel about it. I remember reading it at 'Chapel off Chapel' at some point, right before the release of The Happy Farang. Good times. Great times.
Yikes! Where did the time go?
'Regular' 'readers' of this 'blog' would be excused for thinking that I'd fallen under a bus, given the absolute lack of any kind of update for over a month now. But the contrary is true: far from having fallen under a bus, I'm actually - ah, whatever.