Monday, September 20

That’s no moon...

Two of my very good chums recently celebrated their birthdays: Mza and Thomo


In celebration of the countless Star Wars related sniggers we’ve shared over the years I thought I’d make them a cake in the shape of the half-built Galactic Empire space station The Death Star (ii). (Even though Thomo "would rather spend the day watching Police Acadamy...")

It’s a Lemon and yoghurt cake with Earl Grey Tea icing and it was bloody delicious.

I now await your Star Wars related comments (BTW - We’ve already had “It’s pretty good but those blast points are too accurate for Sand People...”

These electric words x (at the edge of the world) part ii

On the edge of the world again.
Electric words pulsing and rustling under the blood red sky - fade to blue – fade to white.
Behind me the past dims, slides away with the scarlet lie, quivering and born anew.


I look out over the angular abyss; and my father cries from the north; my father cries from the south; my brother prays from the east; to the west there is a voice within the mist. His words are towering cliffs over me and they crumble – falling and never reaching my feet. 
They will fall amongst the mercy - they will fall eternally.


So I must march onwards, grotesquely into the dawn. Shunting, lurching, spraying and flailing into the light. Crawling along the shards that lay in the waste. 
Smiling amongst the murk of an age in the making; an age in the taking.
Skyward I see them, they circle me.
Can you feed me – can you feed me – can you render me in love, in hardship - 


Then a rush comes; the salt. 
A rush comes; the tide. 
A rush comes; my hope on the clouds of the sky.


Then a crash comes; the breath. 
A crash comes; the life. 
A crash comes; the blood from the purest of light.

Saturday, September 18

These electric words ix (at the edge of the world) part i


Walking noise is
And there she is
my world
I’ve always been here
She’s always been my womb
And it is now the time for me to talk and I cannot
Just like when it is time to write
But I stand here on the edge of the world
I stand here looking
At something I’ve never seen before

meep
She’s like a stranger and yet I’ve been within her this whole time
I feel the stranger 
And there she goes…
before me
Her rings growing from within
Maybe it’s time for that new birth
Maybe it’s time to see something new
Meep

Its full; the moon
Fuller than I’ve seen it in a long time
Falling upon the city I know – the city I’ve never seen
And it cuts me in two; half of me wants to stay, 
The other half wants to cleave
meep

Half me wants to start again
And half me wants to keep on going; never slowing
meep
meep
My friend from the distance flies away
Still speaking in the distance
Asking me to come
meep
“come along – time to leave”
time for me to leave
meep
and a ghostly light makes its way across the water
A pillar over the waves
Ghostly life
Drawing ever nearer
It is my ship
A death for this womb
It is my ship
A life under the new moon
It is the ship

There is a time coming
I shall leave this womb 
And I shall leave this world
The Lord is my shepherd
The Lord is my light
My pillar upon the water
The bird calling me in the night

Sunday, September 12

Lavvy wall inspiration

I was tired of looking at the same old crud on the lavvy walls at work. Hr and ancient safe sex posters ("The best things come wrapped" - cue image of condom with present wrapping). 


So I decided to knock up a little something that will give and give. I've gathered the text from all over Webigale so don't cry "plagiarism!". I've also made a few of the nuggets up too. 
I used a tool developed by Mr Samual Minnee for easy layout.


Mmmm Helvetica... drool.