An undoing of knots

(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 course History prefers documents.

Hence the two dimensional page.

My artistic truth is the uncaptured, the document mere fragments souvenired (or perhaps vandalised?)from the whole.

I really feel that the written word is merely a touchstone for the ineffable of the infinite/intimate.

(Excerpt From a letter to my Mentor, Dr Robert Wolfgramm)

I also made a sound piece in honour of the occurrence.

https://earthtomalachi.bandcamp.com/album/the-inaugural-poetry-picnic-in-the-park