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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.

Morning in Sunshine, Melbourne.

Swinging Down Under

Awesome Australian lit journal Going Down Swinging recently had this to say about me:
There is something about Anis Mojgani that makes you like him as soon as he starts talking….Partly you’ll like him because he has a voice like your grandmother’s nice old leather bag”

Not sure how true it is that one will like me as soon as I start talking, because most of the time I feel I talk too much to be liked by anyone who still possesses working ears. But still it is very kind of them to write it here on their website, along with a number of other very kind sentences to follow, as well as a link to the recording I sent them of TODAY’s LOVE IS BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTER JON SANDS––my poem about biscuits, possums, and the shoulders of my wife, which they saw fit to include in their most recent issue, #35. The issue is available here and the recording available below.

What I want right now, except in the woods of the NW, maybe the NE.

(via ajoreilly)

William Stafford.

William Stafford.

THEME BY PARTI