Relaunching My Blog

 Michael, January 1, 2012

January 1 of any year is the time people resolve afresh, and I’m no different.  I’ll spare you my list – someone, somewhere might be taking note, heaven forbid – except to say that I intend updating this blog weekly, every Sunday.

Fifty-two posts, all being right, in 2012.  When I put it like that, I’m already chronically daunted.  Take heart, I say to myself.  Cod liver oil, colonics, Collingwood Football Club winning the Australian football Grand Final this September; all these are worse prospects.  I can do it.  I will do it.  My teeth are comprehensively gritted.

OK, preliminaries aside, before the ghost of Slim Dusty comes back to attack my private parts with a monkey wrench and a blunt screwdriver, I’ll outline my literary plans for this year.  What’s on my plate other than sardines and rocket, in other words.

But before the (likely) boring housekeeping stuff, a poem.  A love poem.  Yes, I’m smitten again.  Life is good.  Life promises to get even better...

Poem for Irina, January 1, 2012

The hour ends.  My darling, the future is beginning.

Years ago, I wished to write a long poem about nothing,

using no words.  Now, that poem is your pure thought

before you sleep. 

I wish us separately one.  I wish Warsaw.  I wish July.

As you sleep, the sun splays here.  Plays our song,

ageless, a piano score for the years ahead.  Darling,

you are innocent,

I am innocent, the world gives more than it takes.

It is not the body, it is the wind upon your mind

blowing you to me.  In my night, a poem of your day

reaches my sleep.

Nothing except this.  Two entwined lives sup each other,

forevermore destined.  There is nothing except this.

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Now, to my literary projects:

1.       Five Faves, Five Least Faves.

This book of one hundred individually dedicated poems for one hundred people is about half finished.  If you haven’t done so already, do e-mail me your five favourite and five least favourite words, and I will write a poem to order dedicated to you with all of them in it.

2.       The Incompleat Poems.

This book will collect what I can lay my hands on of my past, incomplete archive, including collecting all my accessible published work.  A middle-aged poet looks backward; concerned for his legacy.  Don’t worry, I’m not quite ready to curl up and die yet.

3.      

A collaboration with photographer Fairlie Sandilands, her pics and my poems, that may lead to a gallery exhibition in 2013, as well as an accompanying slim volume on photographic quality paper.

4.

Another stint, presently being negotiated, as guest editor of Dr. Hurley’s Snake-Oil Cure.

5.

Another three-month stint, beginning on Thursday, February 2, as Poet in Residence for Townsville CityLibraries.

6.

A launch here in Townsville for A Quadraphonic Whisper, being published this year by Virgogray Press.

7.

Miscellaneous occasional poems, workshops, etc, etc, etc.

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Quote of the week: “I fell like feathers, fishing for stars.” – Michael Haslam