Saturday, 30 May 2009

a damp box, a letter

6th June '90

Dear Mr Monuments,

Thank you for your correspondence. I appreciate your position and understand the difficulty that you would have in attending interviews during work times.

Fortunately you are blessed in having such a courteous and highly academic son who poses no problems in the classroom or playground.

He is a model student who tries hard to please at all times.

Maybe we will be able to meet some time in the future.

your sincerely,
Ms Carter.

Sunday, 24 May 2009

apocalyptic helicopter, arctic rain

cycling over the top of mt coot-tha: returning to life, recovering from the pain, exorcising the poisonous fire from my veins. i glimpse out across West Brisbane and see the Enoggera Reservoir, strangely full of water after the breaking of our long drought. it's getting very grey, and i realise this ride has been a mistake.

minutes ago i had begun climbing the mountain in humid sunshine and even cursed the unexpected warm weather. now i can feel the clouds sweeping in, only 300m above sea level and the city below. not much of a mountain.

and then: apocalyptic dread. a thunderous roar that i can't pin down. i'm looking around uncertainly, thinking that heavy rain is about to reach me, and i'm hearing it come drumming down nearby. but that can't be it, it's too loud, too wrong. i'm powering up a small hill by the Channel 9 TV studios and it becomes clear, the helicopter is readying to take off. i've been unnerved by an apocalyptic helicopter yet again.

meanwhile, as a i undulate my way over the mountain's top, the rain comes in, such a contrast to the sunny weather just minutes before. i begin the descent in the rain and begin to wonder how bits of rubber against shiny metal rims can be called brakes at all? my hands begin to freeze and cramp from holding down the brake levers, and it feels like winter again.

just five minutes later, i'm back at sea level, the sun returns, i dry out, and it's all in the past.

Sunday, 10 May 2009

i been back.

yeah, been back awhile now. from honkers. w00t. a week of treating ourselves, lots of fun, not a worry. then straight back to it, put that damn project to bed and now some expert thumb-twiddling time in the office.

then the very next weekend i went to sydney. am i trying to keep "bris-time" to a minimum or something? i don't know.

now they're suggesting that things are quiet and we may want to consider taking leave, or unpaid leave, or 4-day weeks, or whatever. but i just did that already. and i need to be busy now, not bored, not at a loose end.


Cold Afternoon, by Minimum Chips

cold afternoon. who's to say it won't.
stay inside and listen.
walk around the garden, once or twice.
you like the rain. and you like it when.
clouds are dark and cold and grey.
stay inside and listen.
walk around the garden.
stay inside and listen, if you like.
stay inside and listen.