Wednesday, 21 October 2020

the unknown creature



the unknown creature

its own monument for a moment now

 

mourning the three billion

for Meera Atkinson

 

 

smoke settling

fur fled

empty shell

 

follow in the remains of a track

 

watch now act

 

see how

this was bush

and after in a clearing

past twilight

where the skies are changed

 

find perfectly shaped –

an abstract artefact of fire

 

this all consigned to silence

(place is birdfled

cicadas gone)

 

call cause and culpability

to witness

transfiguring

 

imagine this could speak

 

imagine

we didn’t have to start this

we could stop it yet

 

fallen with branches

climbed namelessly

 

not all quite ash

 

the unknown creature

its own statue for

the moment

 

now the saws

and the dozers come

 

and later yet

the rain 





Tuesday, 20 October 2020

#302 - in the after rain





21.x.20

302

in the after rain

 

which is a time of the garden

 

out from under

 

how puddle

 

roofs steam

 

sway breezes

pale to

 

dismantle a clock for it

and stand the stillness

 

often unmisting

in a cure of roses

(that’s just an instance for)

 

bow and now

(suit of grey gone)

a headsup

all rise

 

on wings of a visit

this then the insect age

fresh as

other flowers invented

 

dense fret of opportunity

punctuation!

all telling

 

falls of a shine

crossings out, quotes

sing but not a chorus

 

first thought blue

here’s the machine

to throw shadows

 

in the after rain

leafy and wingsome

words and a world of them

making it up as we go

 

all of this light coming to us

all of this coming to light







 

Monday, 19 October 2020

#301 - genitive case

 



20.x.20

301

genitive case

(synecdoche study)

 

I, of course, dummy

of the shopfront glass

 

twists and turns

belong to the way

but we are far past

 

take the fits of a snark

and all we carry on the voyage

cargo of monkey bananas

white sails tell the sea

 

belongings!

consider parts for the body

 

the city belongs

in this timber mist and stone

 

a long snore chimneys do

to the people!

and here are the hands of putting together

nine tenths though money in the bank

 

once were everywhere species

 

birds of a rooftop

wheat to the loaf

 

column figures on a laptop screen

 

the country belongs to

its rug out from under

 

bean for this milk cow

(say enchanted)

a thundering applause

and bow

my wilderness is yours

all rise

 

each creatures casts

in its extent

 

bird to the window

song, trill and lift

 

chattels of an inventory

land possessed

 

this world to its skin

a sunroof

planet to a revolution

 

a vision

let’s say heavenly

and music of the spheres

I am remembered in words

 

come cosmos, come to our senses

catch all alive

 

the bottle, its genius

won’t stuff it back

 

just this next dance is mine


 


Sunday, 18 October 2020

#300 - we creaturely

 

                                         


19.x.20

300

we creaturely

 

the trumpets back

the so told rain

here bright

up and guess

whistle for a mate

look in the trees

 

no one ever came out of a book

 

we creaturely

tiptoe touch

and tender

maintain a stain

keep whiff

flaunt the means of course

 

imagine a country where

old fashioned worlds

made with spare time

nests and underthings

sly

stay hidden

 

and play a little game

not rules but as we go along

ever fearful

much forsaken

 

flesh to bite

all orifice and appetite

 

machine for taking breath

from whom?

 

and little rounded come

it’s often far inside we are

 

we other side the sky

glimpse to catch selves at

 

all look at me

none do

while others trail off underleaf

and carry on the family business

 

then here’s a lovely livid line

 

we back from the brink

or sadly…  to dot

we of the arrow spent

 

creaturely

ashamed of having wished

no one misses

but anyway take a shot

 

carried the prize off in my beak

say prey

 

and cosy up

cannot have known the meaning

 

still sometimes have the floor

salute

 

o bright display

and feathered to the nines

 

other ended

come cartwheel

 

but I wrapped myself around the question

 

and sometimes close enough

do you read me here?

 

ahead of my time

here pause for

 

come undermist

and creep

 

we creaturely

must curl toes

last symphony

and goes like this

we all can hum along  









Saturday, 17 October 2020

#299 - find me here (a single sunflower centering)

 




18.x.20

299

find me here

 

as were parents once

age wearied them

still for a centre

but it turned out we went round the sun

they took eternity

 

find me here

a little hobby where

a fallen nest

and feathered too

(things sometimes caught

it’s Earth does)

 

find me where

spiders are building

it’s their season

of unpaid overtime

to blow away

make moment

 

and just now

in the garden

we’re seeing who’ll survive

cruel

but it’s who we are

all of this stepping over and through

dangerous things towards

so find me

hard to read at times

 

who dares to blossom at the brink?

and here be vineforth

are wings full of tree

the message left

 

how many ants to get my measure?

a single sunflower centering

 

let’s learn the names of where we are

learn the namelessness as well

 

find me here

all readiness

a loan on tap

and judge against

but you decide

 

time wobbly

and the bindy eye

(proof of malevolent deity)

 

find me at home

a headsup

 

the garden is telling is listening is showing

the garden is watching too

fade

are we eating from the tree?

 

next and then

turn back towards a way we’ve come

eternal battle with the weeds recommences

 

and round the lilting question dance

have leaves in the reflection

 

this is where edge it

waiting for rain

find me

 

so much voice next door

to say it is a world so what

 

walk out the sun and still standing

 

wallaby and joey here of course to hide

and love the dam bank

slip behind, lurk and graze

go dusking

 

orchardly also

a tribe of notes

into the dim

 

where sap had risen

a death becomes our winter warm

 

I take the last of the picture home

come between a self and sleep

and keep it for the night

 

it’s where you’ll find me

 

then sorry I am at my bliss

please get back in touch later

 

we make a wilderness of borders

say forever and thing’s gone









CODGERAMA

 

CODGERAMA!

JOURNAL FOR THE YOUNG AT HEART

 

 

CODGERAMA! is a new on-line media platform, purpose-built to meet the news, social and cultural interests of Australia’s fastest growing demographic – the codger/ina. Attentive to creativity in all its aspects, CODGERAMA! serves several functions. First up, it is a thinking person’s virtual news source – presenting the facts of what’s happening in the world in a concise and regularly updated front page digest. CODGERAMA! is, just as importantly, a venue for critical thinking and intelligent engagement with issues of the day. So editorials and in-depth columns are key. Unafraid to call out wrongs at home and abroad, CODGERAMA! nevertheless maintains a stridently positive attitude. CODGERAMA! won’t succumb to gossip, to witch hunts or mob mentality. And it will never shirk its duties to reality and to truth telling. The platform’s temperamental bias is to telling ways in which the world will be better, and to airing ideas about what can be done to make a better world. While challenging received wisdom as a matter of course, CODGERAMA! respects knowledge and expertise in all fields.

 

Beyond the news, through an intricate network of write-back blogs, CODGERAMA! rakes over the coals of popular culture and consciousness. Curated by experts in a range of fields, CODGERAMA!’s columns get into the nooks and crannies of an ever expanding range of interests. Our interactive blog-columns introduce the reader to a raft of ranters – from all walks of life and from around the world, with a sprint and often a dawdle across a wide range of interests. CODGERAMA! presents new ideas and invention, new ways of seeing and being in the world. A place where you can feel at home, CODGERAMA! brings to its reader/participants the challenges of a broad spectrum of opinion. Never afraid to over-egg it, CODGERAMA!  provides its reader/participants with a vital social network and light bulb of constant wonderment. 

 

Perhaps most importantly of all, CODGERAMA! functions as an ever-expanding circle of friends – it is a bubble of inclusion. The CODGERAMA! community functions in an ethically sustainable way under its own Charter of Decency, with love of the planet, respect for human rights and care for (especially vulnerable) others enshrined as core positive values.

          

The key focus of CODGERAMA! is on the environment, or rather on environments – natural, social, political, economic, international – environments of home and everywhere else. Tone is whimsical on wry. Piss taken as a matter of course.

 

Although CODGERAMA! will have no pay-wall barrier, it will allow (and encourage) various levels of support from the reading community.

 

Run on the smell of an oily rag (at least to begin with) CODGERAMA!’s operational /participation structure may be thought of as a set of concentric circles. Imagine them carefully laid out as shoestrings, as follows:

-          An inner circle of (between half a dozen and a dozen) salaried department managers – covering, between them: editorial and news coordination, blog management, front pagery, features, advertising, coordination, subscription and support and accounting  

-          A middle circle of columnists / bloggers – regular part time participants, who might be writing for CODGERAMA! monthly, weekly, daily or sporadically

-          An outer circle of reader / respondents / participants

In terms of financial/corporate structure these CODGERAMA! will operate as a profit-sharing cooperative in which need, effort and participation are rewarded with appropriate shares of whatever pie there may be (anticipated as mainly from advertising revenue). Accordingly, there will be major and minor shareholders in the enterprise. Appropriate legal structures will be put in place to limit liability of all involved. The bottom line financial aim of the enterprise will be to neither lose money nor acquire debt. This should be easy to achieve because there will not be much need to fork out for equipment. The platform will be low-cost, the investment needed is in time and skill and creative energy. It is envisaged there will be major and minor shareholders, with returns anticipated to reflect labour input.

 

Both the operational and corporate structures are intended to be flexible, allowing movement between the circles and levels of participation/investment.

 

Advertising carried on CODGERAMA! will need to meet criteria spelled out in the platform’s Charter of Decency.

 

CODGERAMA! will run on a platform and format that are low maintenance, largely self-generating and as DIY as possible for contributors. Centralized front page content will be       uploaded daily (or more frequently in the case of breaking news). There will be a certain amount of facebook or instagram style functionality with the blogs, allowing easy feedback and participation.  All columns will have automatic set vanishing points (probably a week for most material) to keep readers engaged and encourage new content from bloggers. 

 

Featuring new original poetry, fiction and artwork every day, CODGERAMA! will showcase talent from around the country and around the world, giving readers an insight into every kind of creative effort. Other regular content will include the weather (especially long-range speculative), dream-energist and advice columns, scopes of horror, nostra-damn-it predictions, codger/codgerina fashion, entertainment, self-piss-taking curmudgeon bludgeons, and of course the classifieds (where codgers mostly meet).

 

So there is the dream in a nutshell.

 

To get going, CODGERAMA! needs a core team of journalists, designers and editors, legal and financial gurus. It also needs an outer circle of engaged reporters, columnists, news hounds, cartoonists, ranting pants and colourful opinionated characters to keep the show afloat.

 

Until it goes public, CODGERAMA will run as a contributors’ eyes only self-regulating site. The aim here will be to build up adequate content turnover to gear up for a launch so that the project can prove itself self-sustaining, to readers, contributors, sponsors and advertisers.

 

 

 

picture books for a ripe old age

 

PICTURE BOOKS 

FOR A RIPE OLD AGE


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I propose an entirely new genre of book – the picture book for the elderly (and particularly for those who suffer from dementia).

 

Two life experiences of recent years have led to me to make this proposal. The first is having spent some time visiting in nursing homes with relatives and in-laws with dementia. The second is having spent a number of months in the International Youth Library, in Munich, researching a scholarly book about children, animals and poetry.

 

At the International Youth Library, one cannot help but be overwhelmed by the scale of the Children’s Literature industry – the vast number of books that have been produced and are produced annually, the extraordinary creative energy that goes into this worldwide endeavor.

 

In nursing homes, often toting books for kids and a ukulele, I noted the restorative power of the image, of music (and particularly song) and of (especially familiar) stories and of well worn phrases and poetic expressions. I would say these cultural inputs have a proven power to bring people back. By this I mean to bring people back to former states of consciousness and connectedness, to stir memories and knowledge otherwise apparently lost. I noted the power of well chosen and well deployed images, words and music to delight people who otherwise seem (justifiably) rather depressed with their lot.

 

I noted that children’s picture books are very popular in the nursing home. I think there are several reasons for this. The most obvious of these are cognitive affinity and nostalgia. The complexity of picture book texts aimed at children of various ages/developmental stages may be apt for dementia sufferers of different stages. More importantly, the material in the books may have nostalgic value, in taking the reader back to her/his own childhood, or the experience of reading with children or grandchildren. In the case of children’s classics, the reader may revisit their own childhood experience; in many other cases, a like experience is rekindled.

 

Despite these affinities and interests in common, the needs and pre-occupations of the elderly reader (and particularly the reader with dementia) are quite different and distinct (however they may overlap) from those of the child reader (likewise, they are different from those of the adult who reads with the child). Different content, characters, genres, style, tone might better suit the elderly reader, who, while sharing much of the delight potential of the book for kids, no doubt has more reasons to look back on life and to think of life journeys as well advanced. Those of a ripe old age may sometimes have trouble remembering faces and names but may nevertheless joy in the associations of memory (as for instance sparked by synesthesic experiences). These readers, who may well delight to share with children, will be better involved by a different order of wonder, by a book that has them, particularly, in mind.

 

All sorts of therapies have worked with, I believe, the powers to delight which I have observed. My proposal brings these together in a saleable/gift-able/collectible form – the picture book for a ripe old age.

 

This may come in diverse forms and mainly yet to be conceived. For just one example take the musical picture book. Open the pages and they play songs or melodies to accompany the words and pictures on the page.

 

There is not the least in-principle reason this activity should be conducted on a national basis. But there are practical considerations that might indicate an English language Australian beginning. 

What we would need to begin would be:

-          Credible materials from authors and illustrators and other relevant trades (most probably stories/poems/non-fiction works, illustrated and ready to print).

-          An interested publisher

-          Interested auspices ready to take on a pilot offering. (For instance nursing homes, for instance universities with an interest, for instance an organization like Alzheimer’s Australia.)

I propose that, once interest is established among such parties, a national or international competition would be an effective way to get the ball rolling. Substantial prizes (in the five figures, say, would be a way to make the initial splash needed to give the idea initial momentum.

 

The idea of a competition would be, not only to find the works to first publish, but to foster writer-illustrator partnerships in this new area of literature/publishing.

 

These are only first thoughts, but I would welcome a productive conversation with anyone who might take a serious interest in this proposal.

 

 


 

Concept and description © Christopher (Kit) Kelen 2020