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 patc...

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.

  Where do I come from Lao Tzu? I come from order and chaos clashing I must use words Because my kiss of life Was into the blarney stone & it eclipses what it is eclipsed by Silence   Who broke from the whole A binary source Like a child of 2 parents Love and violence   Darkness begets Light   © Malachi Doyle 2021.      

  What’s a boy to do? (For Lorena Allam)   Lee Scratch Perry’s Afro-Diaspora Plays with genius madness & prophetic gobshite   Calling Out The End Of Days Rockin All The  While   Whilst First Nations Poets-in-being On Country   Still Project & Protect Eternity & Deep listening Against Th’ Incessant assault Of Corporate Greed On top Of & Under Every stone   Whispering We’re Always at the beginning & Here Is where .   So What’s A Boy To Do?   Does One tread lightly?   & Appeal To what’s most holy In Man?   Or sometimes Fire Up Da Bass   & B!tchslap The Bullies Back In their place?   (Btw The last bit’s Not a conclusion)     What’s a boy to do?   It all sounds light As if some kind of joke   That’s English for you ...

  Lee Scratch Perry & Poetic Truth overcomes Defamation   Defamation Law prevents us from engaging with our politicians The rich are so easily offended it seems Why is it the hypersensitive are so prone to denying human rights? But of course the latter are now on the nose And the former are IN The politicians are silently dog whistling They stick to fighting through the courts And conducting blood ballets Off the record with their teams of accountants and lawyers So we have with poetry, music & art The Government of the tongue Spend more time with your artworks people Learn how to experience & read them You got to learn to dance Before you be too quick to judge There’s a BIG message In every brush stroke & every remix & every accented rhyme Lee Scratch Perry Apocalypse rider Psychic acrobat Madman in the marketplace Surfing bombora Nothing to lose More alive when dead Than most you sold meat on the str...

Hey! Enough misery gutsing & apocalyptic shite People Make a comedy Netflix Get real Dutton/Morrison, Stop throwing stones At a million man army In my name I don’t wish to be Represented this way Billionaires in Monaco Playing games With our lives Politicians both sides In the pockets of mining companies & multinationals Who escape taxpaying For destroying our planet OUR planet Not theirs Because if you Abuse a living thing You give up the right To possess it (I’m not even starting on questions Of possessing Living things It’s a no brainer.) I find you and your Government of swindlers & liars Delegitimised You incite Hatred & division This dangerous Course Has no place In a peace loving nation & if you don’t love peace Then “Go directly to jail” This monopoly game We need Peace loving People To lead Us Out of The nightmare Of history Forwards Towards Truly R...

How to start such a week as this, as any?   A truly terrible way to start the working week. Why did I do it? Research the marches sweeping the cities of the world, but of course no one seems to know where the money is coming from? I guess accountancy is good like that, if you’re a fascist billionaire or network of billionaires. Divide the people, necessitating authoritarian governments to maintain order and your security forces and weapons and news outlets. Blah blah, as Joan of Arc, sorry St Greta says. Still, what a waste of a beautiful day. All that was achieved was that I am now miserable, which is no doubt precisely what the plot has been all along – to sew atomised discontent amongst the people. We amplify the threat and diminish the good. This is the definition of a production line of tragedies, where is Aristophanes when you need him? Why aren’t the production houses allowing comedies? This is also a question, is it? I understand the current love of instrumental music. ...