That's all of ACJ 2006 - Broadcast, New Media and Print. Me - 1st row sitting, 7 from left.





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1

It was a blue.
Dark and rich. With 2 streaks of red and gold.
Running across the surface.
Just above the head.
A 2-inch gap between the red and the gold.
The thick coloured threads
neatly woven.
Moving in and out. In and out. In and out.
Neatly. In order. Arranged. Correct. Almost perfect.
A thin strip at the back of the head.
Knotted. Tight.
Not loose.
To fit the head. Correctly. Almost perfectly.
It is complete with the shade. Yes the shade.
At the front.
With an embellishment of a pawn in red.
The pawn in red. Red? Why red?
Pawn in red.
Pawn.
The red pawn, crested on the blue shade.
Yes. The shade.
Shielding the eyes.
Sheltering. Blocking. Screening.
I try to look up.
To see and stare.
To see.
But the shade. Almost guarding. Almost.



2

I remove the cap from my head.
Take it off. Get rid of it.
The shade the strap the red the gold the blu the strips......


And see.

not today.
the thoughts again
the serious tumult of things
blacking out the vision of my wants
seamlessly flowing, like
a rippling rage.
confusion
that word again
striking out, echoing.
three stumps in lush green fields.
me sitting in the stands
against the winds
watching.
i pull the cap
down on my forehead
closing my eyes to the sun... and the sun
i can't think anymore
pause. stop. halt.
freeze.

1:43pm and counting.

Untitled

The bed beckoning me. Callin me.
My eyes tempting to shut.
Only for a minute
if it may so. Rest. Sleep. But
hours lie ahead. Like a never-ending road.


Stretching below me. Like a lazy cat.
Smirking. Hands straining
against blocks of letters.
Type. Type. Type. Type. Error.
A frown. Seconds wear on to minutes...

to hours...to days... to frames....
to stills... to shots...
The road smirks,
suppressing a snigger.
The eyes strain against the monitor.


Straining to read. To correct. To look
through the eyes of the other.
To adjust. To capture.
To take. To store. Write.
Talk. Read. Script. Re-write. Converse.


Record.


The magic is in the eyes. Seeing.
Touching. Feeling.
Remembering.
Reams of memories. Spools of
dreams. Tapes of moments. Tiresome.


Yet...


The cat smirks again knowigly. Twirling its tail. Knowingly.