This poem was written during a wild and sleepless night at Lake Crackenback in New South Wales.
‘“Oh that’s good, Sammy’s here, Mick’ll be okay.”
A poetic, cynical analysis of politics, unfortunately timeless….
Old people asleep under yesterday's news
A freezing denial of Capital views
Wrapped from the winter in hopeless desertion
While oil heaters soothe our leader inertia
The Ministers gag until Parliament stands
No solvent like recess for washing the hands.
Carousel fever, polepidemic
Power the plague, and glory symptonic
Good men and true have succumbed to the curse
Humanity's syphillis dressed as nurse
More power prescribed as cure for the ill
Sinecure sanctity, smoothest of pills.
Ignorant rhetoric will always appease
A ravenous thirst for mass marketing sleaze
Confidence, colour and loads of compassion
Offering silk from pork auricle rations
Bidding for destiny's role of Messiah
A flourishing specie, Earnest Pariah.
Barely beneath this posturing swagger
Is hidden a sheathed amorphous dagger
Policies hacked from pre-polling-booth crass
Poverty, pestilence, pain for the mass
Tear-streaked appeals or national fervour
Fail to dissuade the starving from murder.
Enter the honest man seeking endorsement
Shouting the truth from podium and pavement
But truth lacks conviction and wreaks of decline
So parasites push for the cosy sublime
Exit the honest man broken and bloody
Onward the bureaucrat smiling and ruddy.
Michael Reid
July 1992
© Michael Geoffrey Reid 1992, all rights reserved
A representation of a dream I had on the same night as With Lennon in Heaven
A representation of a dream from the night before.
A reflection following one of many times I’ve been defrauded. Sucker for punishment…
A hilltop of green saw the soldier,
In pain as he cried to the mist;
For the soldier saw only his father,
In death to a black morningʼs fist.
Persephone watched from a rise
And sighed for the pain at her ʻneath,
And the father in white watched beside,
As the young soldier courted the wreath.
ʻI have but the one life to giveʼ he cried,
And felt his judgement true,
And then he wept for truth to wilt
And faith to drown in dew.
ʻAs againʼ cried the thoughtless Aegean,
ʻI have lost only morningʼs attire;
But the prayer for a tear of remembrance
Is the wood for the next mourningʼs fire.ʼ
Sweet Demeterʼs child spake at last
With a strength for the dying to learn,
That the voice of the winter be broken
As the harvests of honour return:
ʻFor the dew shall once more breed afresh
And shall plunder fateʼs deepest domain,
And while man follows peace through the darkness
He may never wear deathʼs coat in vain.ʼ
ʻAnd so hold the courage of lightʼ cried his father
ʻAnd would to the tunnel unseen -
And feel in the nightʼs dew a warning
And see, in the morning, the green.ʼ
Not brooding in the clammy light
The Aegean took death by the sword,
And headed in time for the darkness,
And soldiered the light by his word.
An office conversion from an industrial cold store.
Formerly a cold storage facility for the famous Sam's Seafood, we undertook a conversion to a 1200m2 call centre for APN Newspapers.
Another profitable Intercap project.
Well I always wanted to own a CBD building, and as it turned out......
371 Queen Street Brisbane is a 12 storey building of approximately 3000m2 NLA.
Painted for her 21st birthday - I suspect she’s thrown it out…!!! 😛
I've never had decent photos taken of any of my attempts at art, and only seem to have a few examples which have been photographed at all. Here's one of them. I don't recall exactly when it was completed, so I've taken a guess.
I've never had decent photos taken of any of my attempts at art, and only seem to have a few examples which have been photographed at all. Here's one of them. I don't recall when it was painted, so I've taken a guess.
I've never had decent photos taken of any of my attempts at art, and only seem to have a few examples which have been photographed at all. Here's one of them. I don't recall when it was painted, so I've taken a guess.
I've never had decent photos taken of any of my attempts at art, and only seem to have a few examples which have been photographed at all. Here's one of them. I don't recall when it was painted, so I've taken a guess.
A little poem I wrote of our splendid Day Five:
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