wake

....i just had the strangest dream
that you were real.

a beautiful lofty thing

That crazed girl improvising her music.
Her poetry, dancing upon the shore,
Her soul in division from itself
Climbing, falling she knew not where,
Hiding amid the cargo of a steamship,
Her knee-cap broken, that girl I declare
A beautiful lofty thing, or a thing
Heroically lost, heroically found.

No matter what disaster occurred
She stood in desperate music wound,
Wound, wound, and she made in her triumph
Where the bales and the baskets lay
No common intelligible sound
But sang, 'O sea-starved, hungry sea.'

surface

so…
now i have some bruises
just under my skin
and if i put my fingers here and here
(like so)
it tastes like…midnight

strange, but

love
makes
me
sad

diversity is nuts

before 10am this morning, these had all passed my desk. whew.

squid
bushfires
stem cells
marine ict
squid (*again*, what the hell)
built environment planning
devil facial tumor disease
disposal of human body parts
aggregate media analysis
maritime law
aboriginal remains
innovations research (/mutters...)
aged care
corporate finance
japanese whaling policy

1966

oh my gawwwd!
icky freaky game for girls

things

some heartache/kept me awake

love
i take a very long time to be convinced
(which often makes things too late)
and i was so very sure
that i could live without the big fall

hurt
if i
(pinch of salt, leap of faith)
kiss you on the bits that hurt
will it make everything ok?
will you even feel anything?

heart
absence makes the heart grow fonder
so they say
they don't mention much about the cold
or the empty
or that damned ache where
i miss you so much it hurts

hold
what i have i hold...no, not really
what i have i disbelieve
right up until it does the disbelieving for me
mostly i can hold memories in the palm of my hand
cradle against them for a warm smile
sometimes it's like gripping water...
...the flimsy slips away, i want for the real thing