Mel From Melbourne - Music & Words

(a space in Jells Park 11/12/2021, Wurundjeri Woi Worrong & Bunurong country) From my limited experience, it seems to me that the great writers are invariably fairly pale kinds of people. The great spirits are dialogists & enablers who would rather live than write. People like yourself. I was suggested to run a poetry picnic in Jells Park the other day & in the process realised that my poems in writing are fairly b grade, which was initially disappointing, But I did rip out a pretty cool improv on guitar which spoke to, of, with & for the occasion. Above all I preferred the collaborative nature of the day, with EVERYBODY SHARING than the usual stage delineation between performer and audience. The birds, animals, trees, water, sky & earth participated too, the spirits who were acknowledged and present. There were some beautiful words read, recited and spoken, where written texts, borrowed texts and the conversational, the sung blended into one patchwork quilt. Of cou

The ancient Chinese were right to tie knots in string rather than write words. Nowadays we type words in some standardised font even further separated from the making of marks of meaning on the infinite canvas. We merely copy and paste third hand concepts which we never test and call ourselves experts on the world and enact policies. Again, the world a concept that may or may not mean anything. Convention determines our understandings. What authentic witness to experience and drifting thoughts under psychic stresses and eases do we bring to bear? Listen to Universals by Earth To Malachi at the link provided. https://earthtomalachi.bandcamp.com/album/universals © Malachi Doyle 2021.