Emerging writers festival #2
FRIDAY
Well last night was fantastic! It was off to a shitty start because trying to find a car park in Melbourne is insane. I finally found one about a ten minute walk away from the hotel. The launch was good. I meet new people and got inspired by others.
Mr Philosopher (www.bedroomphilosopher.com ) was really captivating.
I love the way he performs, I'm looking forward to one day sitting and picking at the workings of he's brain.
Phillip Norton was great. It opens a new window of writing. When you hit a block and don't know what to write, simple small things spring to mind. I mean simple things. Last night he was talking about a favorite chair. Nothing special, you might say but this man, made that chair into flowing words and that chair was now poetry with an edge of realness.
Make sense?
After the launch I went to visit the "street works" and I saw David! I was so happy to see him. I hadn't seen him since I left to go overseas in October. He's brillent. He's turned his life around, got off the streets and now is being a role model for other youth on the streets. He's going around talking to the homeless street kids.
A random, hippy go getta came through and preformed some sort of "you two should get together" kind of thing. Gestering to our heads and waving his arms around what could also be refered to looking like some sort of exorcism! Swapping auras!?!?
Don't know about that but my "aura" is fine - thanks.
Goosey invited me around to her boyfriends house. Samual was there.
I went and for some reason we (Goosey and I) were both in stupid moods so at 2 in the morning after cutting her hair we were playing the piano, then made our way upstairs me on the keybord and her on the drums. This was about 3am.
I left soon after.
I didn't speak to Samual. I said hi but that was it.
I don't want anything out of that one and he made it clear he didnt either.
So I was glad I went out. To the launch and out afterwards.
I'm off to see a few other things today and tomorrow with the festival.
Gotta go.
SATURDAY
I've come back from yet another wonderful night out at the emerging writers fest.
An inspiring night, I've got guitar in hand and continue to try and make some sense out of what i'm strumming yet now I realize you don't need to make sense!
Nothings perfect, it's the passion you put into what you do that makes it great.
That's what readers see.
Tears that pricked my eyes just for a second, when a "moment" was had tonight.
Fuck those moments. I hate those moments. Those moments suck. Bad.
Stupid men.
The more I find out about (certain)men, the more I just don't want to know.
I have so much to write about but the connection between brain and hands is a little slow given that sleep deprivation is taking over.
My conspiracy to get a dog is slowly dwindling, along with my funds.
Well last night was fantastic! It was off to a shitty start because trying to find a car park in Melbourne is insane. I finally found one about a ten minute walk away from the hotel. The launch was good. I meet new people and got inspired by others.
Mr Philosopher (www.bedroomphilosopher.com ) was really captivating.
I love the way he performs, I'm looking forward to one day sitting and picking at the workings of he's brain.
Phillip Norton was great. It opens a new window of writing. When you hit a block and don't know what to write, simple small things spring to mind. I mean simple things. Last night he was talking about a favorite chair. Nothing special, you might say but this man, made that chair into flowing words and that chair was now poetry with an edge of realness.
Make sense?
After the launch I went to visit the "street works" and I saw David! I was so happy to see him. I hadn't seen him since I left to go overseas in October. He's brillent. He's turned his life around, got off the streets and now is being a role model for other youth on the streets. He's going around talking to the homeless street kids.
A random, hippy go getta came through and preformed some sort of "you two should get together" kind of thing. Gestering to our heads and waving his arms around what could also be refered to looking like some sort of exorcism! Swapping auras!?!?
Don't know about that but my "aura" is fine - thanks.
Goosey invited me around to her boyfriends house. Samual was there.
I went and for some reason we (Goosey and I) were both in stupid moods so at 2 in the morning after cutting her hair we were playing the piano, then made our way upstairs me on the keybord and her on the drums. This was about 3am.
I left soon after.
I didn't speak to Samual. I said hi but that was it.
I don't want anything out of that one and he made it clear he didnt either.
So I was glad I went out. To the launch and out afterwards.
I'm off to see a few other things today and tomorrow with the festival.
Gotta go.
SATURDAY
I've come back from yet another wonderful night out at the emerging writers fest.
An inspiring night, I've got guitar in hand and continue to try and make some sense out of what i'm strumming yet now I realize you don't need to make sense!
Nothings perfect, it's the passion you put into what you do that makes it great.
That's what readers see.
Tears that pricked my eyes just for a second, when a "moment" was had tonight.
Fuck those moments. I hate those moments. Those moments suck. Bad.
Stupid men.
The more I find out about (certain)men, the more I just don't want to know.
I have so much to write about but the connection between brain and hands is a little slow given that sleep deprivation is taking over.
My conspiracy to get a dog is slowly dwindling, along with my funds.
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