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Changing Trains for Misty Mountains

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The train trip from Hakuba to Takayama involves four or was it six changes but it's the kind of trip that Kipling must have meant when he said the joy was in the journey and not the arrival. Most of the scenes seen by train window flash past like a dream occasionally a mountain, this one being case

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Fitting Lights for Melbourne Cafs

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Five days in Melbourne, lurking around South Yarra and Prahran, means coffee and cafes to find in the morning, The Final Step, a sweet little diversion on Murphy Street, swung in with looped cords and these lamp lights, while Mitte, North Fitz, had tiny cages to catch incandescents, while outside the sun, not to be beat, turned the

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Plenteous Water Night

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Naturally it was raining, a dense blue-green pixels on the bom, a hissy fit of water on the street. Still, we made it out for ramen at Tanpopo, and following a discussion about the work 'plenteous', enquired politely what our waiter, the affable Winnie, thought of the term 'plenteous water'. She smiled and returned with two containers for

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Launch Speech for Benjamin Dodd’s' Regulator '

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Where the light gets through

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A steel panel, perforated for building work, loitered for a few days between the sun and an adjacent wall, throwing into light relief its apertures gaps and overlays. The edge of the panel, as a shadow line, is nowhere to be seen, creating a mystery of why the object which caste this pattern, was so scant of interest

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Quince Essentials - Breakfast at Copernicus

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Sunday breakfast at Copernicus, a cafe sometimes anagramatically called Open Circus, I spot these louche fruit taking it easy in the corner., it might be said they have a ring-side seat. The quince, the essential autumn fruit, I suspect is waiting for an arranged marriage with some duck, the pile of pineapples most likely pining for a smooth

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Curiosity Cabinet

As a child I thought there was a jewel box hidden in my parent's house, I imagined there was a cache of pink cut glass rings - the ones with adjustable soft metal sizing - laid out in pink foam in the nailed tight plyboard box in my brothers' walk-in robe.

Years later, I realised the box was really the back of the bathroom cabinet. I got a lot of enjoyment out of those pink glass jewels that weren't there. Imaginery treasures are curiously satisfying.

Here is a central point where someone who might be interetested can see what bits of words, some links to work published in journals and ezines, and images that I have made.

Absent Knowledge

We are talking about knowing certain facts,

and he says, I know all that or used to,

it is only that I can’t remember.

Is this not knowing or forgetting

what you know? Perhaps the head holds

a trace of what was there,

perhaps it is there but can’t find

the way out; maybe it was there but left,

or there was a rumour that it was coming

but never did,

like the promised holiday ,

in Pennant Hills. At eight years old

I would lie in bed at night a hardly contained

precipice of anticipation that time

would take me to Pennant Hills and a big house

with a swimming pool. I can see

the façade of the house, the curve

of suburban street, where that house

I never went to might be - or even was.

Though I know I never went, maybe

somewhere, there is an unborn memory

of being there, and I am thwarted by absent knowledge

from enjoying what I did not do.

Carol Jenkins

From Voices from the Meadow Wollongong Workshop Anthology 2007 ( Five Islands Press)

Bambiraptor

The Going Down Swinging # 25 -special double CD edition has at last unwrappped itself in Sydney, with a lauch at the Last Bastion of Civilisation last Wednseday 25 September. I still don't know what is in this CD it apart from my spoken word poem Bambiraptor as I was incarcarated in an invention called Good Mummydom. I hope every one else had a good time at the launch party.

The fossil Bambiraptor’s importance in the evolutional of dexterity and the dissonant name gave me this rave by Blanche (Street Car Named Desire) - here she makes a play for Bambiraptor believing his tough and powerful persona is lined with tenderness, like Stanley. This poem is one of my bids to get fossils to colonise and take over the myth as the substratum of literature.

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