Removing adjectives.

I used to collect these and decorate my sentences with them. I find myself today consciously deleting them and preferring the ambiguity that their absence offers. This purging extends somewhat into my everyday, where expression and presence of form seems to kidnap the infinite permutations a moment can represent, i prefer the strangely expansive effect of quiet and thoughts dying without an audience.

Pregnant void.

I'm back at the EEL for a graveyard shift. Washing linen, folding linen and re-arranging furniture for tomorrow's church service. I'm not christian, never will be but respect the single idea He represents. An idea that is the solitary antidote to all human suffering that sits perpetually dormant in counter-intuitive splendour.

Young William asked me 'will you be here with me next week?' whilst in the kickboxing ring today. 'Sure' i said. I'm not sure what i offer the child and kinda often times have no idea what it is exactly that i do. But the point for now is to travel with him and be there to see what unfolds.

Finally drinking tap water again. Purchased the one bottle of stuff over the weekend, will continue to mindfully not buy bottled stuff as much as possible. Another old project under construction.

She is a little crook but well. Here's hoping she gets well-well.

Okay. Enough for now - must check the laundry downstairs.

Honey Badger...

problems that can't be fixed (by me) surround me. i have a few superpowers but no licence to use them on those i care for most. my role for now is to observe, until things pass and hope that the changes that occur are yellow.

so i 'sigh' - repeatedly.

and offer ears and a grin upon request.

this is my lot.

Aside:

Renata told me about the honey badger - an animal with no fear centre.

Adrian got cardboard man some bricks and mortar for a home.

And a stunning girl on the coach let her hair down and exchanged glances for what it was worth between Canberra and Central station.

Will post photo of solitary tree tomorrow.

Goodbye.

Facebook.

=)

Will deposit myself here from now on...

Sibak

Sibak said many things tonight... i'll most likely remember them intermittently. I like the unsaid, the unspoken and unthought. I hope things turn out fine for him and a solution to his muddle finds it's way to him. There is much inertia in his words and ideas, but 'hope' seems a likely candidate to dissolve the inner monolith that plagues him.

A candle was unlit this evening with a swift punch honed by four decades of training. It takes a lot of effort to make things happen, things that would happen by itself anyway given time.

Dale seems to be doing research into Evil. I'd like to assert it does not exist. Like most things the audience defines the phenomena, it's hard to escape from this and further iterations of thought on the matter just creates a murky semantic soup that at once elaborates and confounds the subject. Dale writes well. I'd like to say her writing gives me hiccups, as this would make a nice sentence, but it ain't true yet serves as a sentence non-the-less.

Nothing beats a day spent doing nothing much so as to the learn the lesson of 'doing less'.

a day...

woke up in the corner of anna's living room besides the window adjacent to her djembe with it's zip incompletely closed. it appears that the djembe has outgrown it's surrounds, as i'm sure it fit well when i saw it last. japanese incense permeates the room, a room without a clock - typical of anna.

i log on facebook via my iphone and insert an inane narcisstic facebook status update. blah-blah is awake (no shit). iphone says it's 0800 - perfect. anna wakes up, trundles in and slowly yet swiftly gathers the little she needs for the morning ahead whilst being the perfect host and furnishing me with a drop of jasmine tea. rolo (anna's ride) and gladys (my ride) meander across the city in a tethered manner to a small patch of grass below a tree besides the ocean.

yoga. 3 collective oms. very pleasant.

excused myself from a coffee breakfast moment with the heterogenous yoga group. nice mob; a rare collection of gentle erudite spirits united by the desire to chase ephemeral moments of painful bliss that only yoga can offer - so far as first impressions go. but kung fu beckons...

rolled in late to the tail-end of an inaugural attendance of sunday kung fu lesson with sibak, they were all on the cusp of lunch. shared 6mins worth of kata five with mags and martin before tumbling off to the next gig...

sydney opera house was littered with chinese people. ostensible patriotism irks me, more so when its coupled with music that is so frenetic and untempered that an individual with epilepsy would be well advised to avoid it. such is the chinese anthem. strangely the archaic lyrics of the australian anthem chronologically juxtaposed to it - seemed palatable. that said, i like and feel i belong to both of these cultures, whatever that means...

i like '...', maybe 'cos it's ill-defined.

stood on top of a sturdy green garbage bin and assumed the role of jin wu koon lion dance photographer. took maybe two decent photos. enough.

rode gladys home. inserted an old futon sofa bed into a large vehicle, said goodbye to some beautiful friends, consumed a serving of thai fried rice and trained it back into circular quay for ben folds solo concert.

the dude it good. any bloke that can have his audience sing most of his songs back to him has substance.

sat on the floor at the train station. met my brother's friend with his lass, they got on train, i didn't, so sat back down on flor for another 11 mins. studied electrolyte and fluid physiology on the train. sms'd anna with synopsis of above mentioned day and arranged a study session with an A3 sketch pad for Tuesday, reminiscent of bygone study sessions with Lux.

MAN.

that's difficult. writing about yourself like as if it matters. bloody exhausting. will try again tomorrow and most likely adopt a different format guided by a different purpose.

Before...

I'll be heading up the small hill we call the highest mountain in Australia tomorrow for a trek that'll include the passing of the New Year. Not sure what i'm looking for up there, but i reckon the epic silence and unassuming surrounds will give me an inkling as to how orientate myself towards the busy year ahead... looking forward to not having facebook, email, mobile and technology around me...

Will write something (maybe) when i return.

gravity of dreams...

it's been a crazy decade of running into my own dust, forever kicking up more for fear that should it be allowed to settle i'd panic at the poverty of form and meaning that might transpire.

the fear is greatly allayed now, i find myself practicing the novelty of 'listening' and occasionally dedicate some time to contemplating and craving the awesome 'nothing' which yields everything. i'm in a happy duality wherein i sometimes find the noise quite bothersome, whilst at other times i take pleasure in contributing to it.

this blog-space was originally populated by several long and lengthy autobiographical paragraphs outlining my last decade... but alas - 'taciturn' was a word i loved enough to make my email a decade ago, and tacit is what i should rightly return to being.

suffice to say that my crazy dreams came about and the gravity, quietly epic.

she'll never know it, but the reason for my omission of capitals here and randomly hereafter, unknowingly gave me more fodder to dream with in six short days which included a poignant moment of malaria prophylaxis washed down with peppermint tea besides an old tractor and a binab conversation, than she ever intended... she said to listen.

it's been good (mostly).