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The Golden Dawn. I’ll be up there in a couple of hours. Auckland. #vscocam

The Golden Dawn. I’ll be up there in a couple of hours. Auckland. #vscocam

Canberra to Sydney

Canberra

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Mochan & Green Grout. Monster kitchen + bar. CJ Bowerbird and the Dorothy Jane Band. Bloody Lips poetry reading. Down Under selfie with Daniel Farrar. CJ and Catherina Behan. Begin Again. Hotel Hotel. ABC interview. “Within Without,” James Turrell installation at the National Gallery.

Footscray

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Footscray Community Arts Centre. View of Melbourne. The house in Sunshine. Me & Fury, my one-on-one workshop. Poetic Days. Sunshine. Footscray Milk Station. Down Under selfie. Miles Merrill & Buddy Wakefield. Duchamp, 21st century. Buddy & Eyal Halamish. Joel McKerrow. Poetic Days audience. Miles. Buddy. FCAC.

Melbourne

Melbourne airport. Flinders St. Station. Elizabeth Street. The “Greeperie”. Slamalamadingdong. Manchester Press. Book from Cristin. Rankins Laneway. Brother Burger.

Last night’s meal arrived via vacuum tube, like at a bank, and the metal canister it traveled in carried three tiny burgers and fries. Christchurch man, Christchurch. C1 Espresso.

Last night’s meal arrived via vacuum tube, like at a bank, and the metal canister it traveled in carried three tiny burgers and fries. Christchurch man, Christchurch. C1 Espresso.

Breakfast

Christchurch, NZ.

Morning coffee in Australia with Michael Jackson & Miss Peregrine. Močan & Green Grout, Canberra. The waves break silently against the seawall. And recede. And break silently again. Recede and break. Recede and break. #vscocam

Morning coffee in Australia with Michael Jackson & Miss Peregrine. Močan & Green Grout, Canberra. The waves break silently against the seawall. And recede. And break silently again. Recede and break. Recede and break. #vscocam

fuckyouverymuch:

We miss you. 

a.m.

fuckyouverymuch:

We miss you. 

a.m.

Tonight I am in Canberra Australia & I was watching the end of the first half of tonight’s show, when I saw a man walk across the room that looked like someone out of my memory. He looked familiar, I couldn’t place him, & my thoughts moved on. He then walked up to me and put this pen in my hand. The Hotel Blue. “For you,” he said. “Do you remember?” I didn’t. “That’s from the National Poetry Slam in ABQ, the year you won.” I remembered. At the 2005 Nat’l Slam Hotel Blue was the official hotel (& one where the hotel manager won the Spirit of the Slam award for his overreaching hospitality, which incidentally also lost him his job). The man was Daniel Farrar, who was one of my bout managers :) He was planning to attend my show tonight and randomly came across his pen in a toiletries bag earlier today. Was quite special to be handed a piece out of my past, a small & gentle reminder that one’s life is built out of more than just where one currently is.

Tonight I am in Canberra Australia & I was watching the end of the first half of tonight’s show, when I saw a man walk across the room that looked like someone out of my memory. He looked familiar, I couldn’t place him, & my thoughts moved on. He then walked up to me and put this pen in my hand. The Hotel Blue. “For you,” he said. “Do you remember?” I didn’t. “That’s from the National Poetry Slam in ABQ, the year you won.” I remembered. At the 2005 Nat’l Slam Hotel Blue was the official hotel (& one where the hotel manager won the Spirit of the Slam award for his overreaching hospitality, which incidentally also lost him his job). The man was Daniel Farrar, who was one of my bout managers :) He was planning to attend my show tonight and randomly came across his pen in a toiletries bag earlier today. Was quite special to be handed a piece out of my past, a small & gentle reminder that one’s life is built out of more than just where one currently is.

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