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someday

2011-12-25T12:10:00.003+11:00

Kiss my sleeping children for me.

Humbly and utterly lost,

Christmas is in the air.

Save us all from Satan’s power.

Humbly and utterly lost,

Playing with bombs,

Save us all from Satan’s power;

Me and my drum.

Playing with bombs,

We’ll have tostruggle on somehow.

Me and my drum;

I am a poor boy too.

We’ll have tostruggle on somehow -

I’ll bemaking gravy.

I am a poor boy too.

If the Fates allow,

I’ll bemaking gravy.

Christmas is in the air;

If the Fates allow,

Kiss my sleeping children for me.

Original article for my "A CRADLE SONG" poem ("a cradle pro")

2011-11-25T01:54:00.001+11:00

‘I’m looking
forward to the
first time she puts
her feet in the
ocean, the first time
she feels the rain,
the first time she
sings, laughs…’

She’s the first child of rock star Pink and her motocross rider husband Carey Hart, but Willow (left, with her parents, and above) is taking celebrity life in her stride, more or less sleeping through the entire HELLO! photoshoot. “She’s a pro,” laughs Pink. “Or else she is borderline narcoleptic, like her daddy”

REVELLING IN THEIR NEW ROLES AS PARENTS
PINK AND CAREY HART
INTRODUCE BABY WILLOW

She may be the picture of
peace and tranquillity on our
photoshoot, but Willow’s arrival
turned the Hart household
upside down on her first
night home. “Carey couldn’t
figure out who to comfort
first, poor guy,” says Pink

With their hands lovingly entwined to form a
cradle, rock star Pink and her motorcycle
racer husband Carey Hart gaze adoringly at the
soft, cherubic bundle snoozing contentedly in their
comforting embrace.
It’s a familiar scene in the Hart household these
days, since the birth of the couple’s first child,
Willow Sage, almost a month ago.
“I could sit and watch paint dry as long as she was
in my arms,” says the Grammy award-winning
singer, who was born Alecia Beth Moore 31 years
ago in Pennsylvania. “You hear people say it all the
time, how life changes so drastically. But you can’t
possibly grasp how beautiful that is until you have
your child.”

DADDY’S LITTLE GIRL
Smiling tenderly at the slumbering infant, it’s clear
that Carey, 35 – the singer’s husband of five years –
is equally smitten with the new arrival.
Two days after Willow’s birth, the muscular
sportsman posted an emotional note on Twitter,
declaring his love for his two beautiful girls. “My
wife @Pink owns my heart. And she just gave me my
best achievment [sic] of my life #WillowSageHart.
Medals and flips got nothing on her.”
And after celebrating his first Father’s Day as a
doting dad just over a week ago, Carey described
the landmark occasion as “perfect”.
Pink reveals that the man she fell in love with a
decade ago – and to whom she proposed by holding
up a sign saying. “Will you marry me?” during one
of his motocross races – has taken to parenthood
like a duck to water.
“Carey is a natural,” she says. “He calms Willow
down like only my boob can! He walks her around
and gets up with me for every feed to change
her and burp her and she falls asleep on his chest.
“I knew when I met him that he’d be a great
father, but watching him fall in love, watching
him nurture her – I’ve never been so in love
with him. He keeps thanking me for giving her to
him. It’s a beautiful time.”
The couple, who separated in 2008 but reunited
a year later following marriage counselling, had
hoped for a natural home birth.
“We took all kinds of classes,” reveals
Pink. “I was really looking forward to the

“Willow’s been amazing. Everyone
gives you this picture of having no
sleep and bickering, which leads to
divorce… But it’s not that bad’

The chart-topping Stupid Girls singer (picture on stage, right) is no stranger to controversy,
but the arrival of baby Willow nearly a month ago seems to have brought calmness and peace.
“It all turned out perfectly in the end,” reveals Pink. “She is healthy and happy and so am I”

whole rite of passage, of giving birth perfectly
present, un-medicated, in the way nature
intended. Carey was on board with all of it and
excited as well.” She pauses, then adds with a
broad smile: “What’s the saying? ‘We make
plans, God laughs.’”
It turned out that their angelic daughter was
in the frank breech position. “That’s head up
with her legs up by her head, in a pike position.
We tried everything to turn her around – she is
my daughter, after all,” quips the Get the Party
Started singer.’
After spending more than 36 hours in the early
stages of labour at home in California, the
exhausted mum-to-be was taken to hospital, where
she had a Caesarean section.
“It all turned out perfectly in the end, even
though it wasn’t what we intended, because she is
healthy and happy and so am I,” says Pink. That
said, the delivery room was the scene of some
drama, albeit comedy drama, courtesy of a slightly
shell-shocked Carey.
“It got a little intense in the beginning, as we
were still wrapping our heads around it all,”
recalls Pink. “Carey walked in and went to sit
down in his slippery scrubs and the chair
went from under him and he hit the mat. It was
perfect comedy.”

TREE OF LIFE
The couple named their newborn Willow after
Pink’s favourite tree. “I grew up near one,” she
recalls. “It is the most flexible tree in nature and
nothing can break it – no wind, no elements. It
can bend and withstand anything. I love that
sentiment. I want that for her.”
And the unusual middle name? “Sage is
cleansing and sacred and it sounds great with
Willow. It doesn’t hurt that her last name is Hart
- flexible, cleansed heart.”
If Willow”s performance at her first photoshoot,
which took place when she was just one week old,
is anything to go by, she will blossom into a very
laid-back youngster. She slept pretty much the
whole way through. “Willow is a pro – or else she
is borderline narcoleptic, like her daddy,” jokes
her mum, who’s clearly proud of them both.
Pink could not have wished for a more easy-
going introduction to parenthood. “She’s been
amazing,” she says of her daughter. “Everyone
gives you this terrifying picture of having no
sleep at all and bickering, which leads to divorce,
etcetera. But it’s not that bad. I think I’ve cried
more than she has – and that’s just because I’m
emotional and a little nuts.”
However, Pink does concede that she and
Carey did experience “one major meltdown”, on
their first night at home with their tiny newborn.
“Carey couldn’t figure out who to comfort
first, poor guy,” says Pink.
It hasn’t put the couple off having more
children, though, with Pink revealing candidly:
“We’ll go for a natural birth next time, for sure.”
For the moment, though, they have their
hands full with the little girl who has transformed
their lives. As Pink herself recently tweeted: “My
life was once whiskey, tears, and cigarettes… now
it’s snot, tears, and the color of poop. #bliss.”
She wouldn’t have it any other way. “I look
forward to all her ‘firsts;,” she says. “The first time
she puts her feet in the ocean, the first time she
feels the rain, the first time she sings, laughs…
“We can’t wait to take her on our adventures…
tour, supercross. She is so lucky that she’ll have
the ability to travel to all the different countries
and cultures and see so much.”
As for herself and Carey, they are, says
Pink, “beyond blessed”.
‘Carey keeps
thanking me for
giving Willow to him.
It’s a beautiful time’

INTERVIEW: BELINDA ROBEY
PHOTOS: BABY AS ART
HELLO! magazine, No 1181 5 July 2011; pp. 26-30

a cradle pro

2011-11-25T01:51:00.001+11:00

She sleep born to wait,
where my lucky Willow’s met,
she sleep in parents peace,
by Carey slightly snoozing keeps

she first with soft poop.
gives her room by Willow’s boob.
she first stages think,
rock her form as Carey sings.

she Pink so in love,
rock her over night above.
she Pink Father’s Pink
all delivery love for him.

she home. mum-like cried.
change snot color in my stride.
she home. she her Pink.
all in mum-like home for him.

first first Carey sings.
all occasion best of @Pink.
first first Carey first.
child for me your father hurt

she Sage in my days.
healthy picture I can gaze.
She Sage once like me.
My baby name so went with TREE
went with tree with me with all.
when we hear no Willow fall.
now this picture perfect see.
comforting days are Pink for me.

Pink for me for tree for all.
We embrace no Willow falls.
Willow Pink is who owns Pink.
comfort for her and peace for him

* Text 100% recycled from the article, “REVELLING IN THEIR NEW ROLES AS PARENTS PINK AND
CAREY HART INTRODUCE BABY WILLOW,” in HELLO! magazine, No. 1181, 5 July 2011; pp. 26-30. You can read it here.

Stevie Johnson's a big story.

2011-10-17T18:41:00.001+11:00

Steve Johnson’s a dangerous man.
Such a powerful presence isn’t he;
Such a strong man, the least mistakable
Figure in the game.

Selwood was right on his tail.
Selwood pushing and shoving Johnson,
Johnson just getting the better of that.
It’s a fascinating contest that one
And Selwood’s had the better of it.
Selwood pouncing on the left,
Now he’s in full flight now Selwood,
Getting his hands on it, danced nicely,
But not being able to break through,
Runs out of any room at all.

Scott copped Joel’s boot in his head there.
Looks like Selwood’s down in a heap
With that powerful boot; stands his ground:
It takes a bit to hurt a Selwood,
Takes something very serious to stop him.
There’s a message: take his space
And you’ll pay the price;

With a heartbeat or two,
Found a way through and a powerful
Way through; he fought on with the help
Of Stokes, attracting a very solid crowd:
Darling from one side, Lynch and Kennedy
From the other. Long searcher: Kennedy there
But a big fist from Lonergan did the job.
Making a good fist of it, making a very
Good fist of it, but that’ll be chopped
Down the middle, low and probing,
Making a mockery of the breeze
Coming at him from all angles;
A certain amount of symmetry about it.
No doubt about it; little doubt about the outcome.
There was only one result possible there…

Opened the passage here for Selwood;
Leant back and gave it to the spiral.
Shocking kick from Varcoe: that is awful.
Looking for help at the ground level,
He’s in a lot of pain.
He’s vertical but the signs
Are not good; didn’t want to
Touch it he is in so much pain.

Chapman lurking at the fall.
No sympathy, rightly so there: it was
Scarlett with all that experience.
A dark cloud hanging over his prospects,
Steve Johnson obviously gone for
This day.

It has changed the atmosphere
Of the ground, hasn’t it, the Steve Johnson
Injury; just coming out of obscurity,
The fateful injured knee.

* All phrases are taken from the Channel 10 commentary of the preliminary AFL final between the Geelong Cats and the West Coast Eagles, on the 24th of September, 2011.

Original article for my "The Lilly" poem (KOURTNEY Kardashian).

2011-09-12T22:45:00.002+10:00

BEFORE KOURTNEY
Kourt has worked hard to stay
in shape since the birth of baby
Mason, and her careful food
and workout plans have paid off.
Barely four months after having
her son, the star, who turns
32 on April 18, had already
shed almost 15kg to reach just
a few kilos shy of her pre-baby
size. ‘I didn’t set a goal date to
lose the baby weight…The first
two months with Mason it was
hard for me to find time to
work-out,’ says Kourt, who
started out by making small but
significant changes to her daily
diet. ‘I was eating a lot of dried
fruit and I didn’t realise how
much sugar that added. Now
I’ll eat raw almonds instead
of salted ones.’

This week’s hottest news
Kourtney’s flat tummy workout
A few weeks after I had Mason,
my weight kind of stopped
dropping,’ mum-of-one
Kourtney says. ‘I was like,
“OK, I have to step it up”.’
And that’s exactly what she did
- focusing on a mix of cardio and
weights to get back to peak fitness.
‘I started doing weight training to shock
my body into doing something I’m not
really used to,’ she says.
To maintain her pre-baby flat tummy
without sacrificing too much time with
Mason, Kourtney has found ways to make
her workouts as time-efficient as possible.
‘I can jog right outside the house for
30 minutes… and save the time it takes
to drive to the gym,’ she says. ‘[And] I do
jumping squats while holding Mason.’
She’s also been turning to Pilates to
tone up even more. ’Just did an amazing
pilates class with @KimKardashian. That
and a little Quicktrim and my bikini bod
will be ready in no time!’ she tweeted
on April 9. OK!

TAKE IT OUTSIDE
‘I’m big on running
outside – putting on my
iPod Shuffle and just
going.’ Kourt says. ‘A run
on the beach is quick
and easy and keeps
my metabolism going.’

AB-TASTIC
When she can, the
busy mum ups her
workout to 90 minutes
- focusing on crunches
and planks to keep
her abdominals tight.

STEP UP
TO IT!
Kourt aims for five
sessions a week,
alternating sprints with
three sets of 12-15
reps of setp-ups,
squats and lunges.

(From “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pp. 9-10.

KOURTNEY Kardashian

2011-09-12T22:41:00.001+10:00

The hottest mum by shape and weight:

her crunches peak. an eating date:

while her little squats. will like lose the lot.

baby weight baby eat for that worked-up

bod

* Text 100% recycled from “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pp. 9-10. You can read it here.

KHLOÉ Kardashian

2011-08-05T15:00:00.002+10:00

she follows girls on their last cheese;

As I follow to Make better size.

but I stress I’ve a little SNACK - she’s.

like a salmon I eat for The rice.

she says when you love Little SNACK - she’s

cruel with her to Make her choice right.

But I snack fat and stay in calories:

And the taunts feel like Khloé’s green light.

* Text 100% recycled from “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pg. 9. You can read it here.

Original Article for my "My Pretty ROSE-TREE poem (KHLOÉ Kardashian)

2011-08-05T14:55:00.002+10:00

KHLOÉ

The youngest Kardashian sister has been the victim of cruel taunts about her height and size, but she’s having the last laugh. ‘I try to stay as active as possible – I feel better when I work-out,’ she says. To get bikini-ready, the 26-year-old follows a balanced diet (right) and engages in fun, cardio workouts, like boxing. ‘I love knowing I’ve lost a million calories – and it’s also a stress reliever,’ she says of her favourite sport. ‘I need to sweat to know that I did something.’ And if she’s on the road, she makes do with a routine of squats, jumping jacks and ab work.

You are what you eat…
The girls have replaced their bad habits with healthy choices

BREAKFAST

Make Kourtney’s choice of homemade oats with light soy milk, or get a dose of protein with scrambled egg-whites with low-fat Swiss cheese, spinach and tomato.

MID-MORNING SNACK

Eat a handful of almonds and Greek yoghurt. As Kourt says, ‘Little meals throughout the day are realistic for people to follow.’

LUNCH

Make up a healthy salad of lettuce, grilled chicken or turkey, green beans, asparagus, cucumber, walnuts and balsamic dressing.

AFTERNOON SNACK

Kim opts for a wholesome afternoon snack like vegetable hummus with carrots. But if you’re craving something a little sweet, try Khloé’s apple slices with a touch of peanut butter.

DINNER

The girls stick to grilled salmon and vegetables with brown rice or salad, or a serving of fresh sushi. Instead of a sweet dessert, Kim opts for a green tea before bedtime.

(From “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pg. 9.)

KIM! Kardashian

2011-06-21T13:44:00.002+10:00

a! Kim-body! envy of thighs.

when careful of curves is OUR Kim:

see Kim After that week zero size.

is her regular balance of slim.

is that you I embrace in a diet.

it’s OK workout starving each star.

alike in the way lists aspired.

is what Kim-body figures We are.

* Text 100% recycled from “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pg. 8. Read it here.

Original Article for my "AH! Sunflower" poem (KIM! Kardashian)

2011-06-21T13:37:00.001+10:00

This week ws

BEFORE

KIM
For this 30-year-old, the top priority is staying slim without losing those famous curves – or starving! ‘I never aspired to be a size zero,’ Kim says. However, the reality star works with her trainer, Gunnar Peterson, to stay in the best shape possible (see his workout secrets on page 110). ‘I’m careful with what I eat but I don’t deny myself if I feel like a cheeseburger,’ she admits. Exercising every day when she’s at home in LA, Kim also lifts weights three times a week. ‘After working out, I see a diference in my butt and thighs. I’m also really proud of how toned my arms are. On days when I need extra motivation, I just think, “Bikini, bikini, bikini!” she says.

The Kardashian sisters are the envy of women worldwide for their gorgeous looks and glamorous lives. But it’s their womanly curves that have sent them to the top of Hollywood’s hottest and most talked-about bodies lists, with Kourtney, Kim and Khloé becoming role models for their body confidence.
‘The message is embrace your curves and who you are. I’m an advocate for curves, but also for being in shape,’ Kim says.
Fans of the QuickTrim detox program, the trio has also each found their own way to balance diet and regular, moderate exercise to maintain their sexy figures.
‘My sisters and I all have such different body types,’ Kim says. ‘Khloé is super-tall, with great legs; Kourtney is tiny with a great stomach. We embrace the fact that no-one is really alike.’
Here, the girls share their diet and exercise secrets with OK!...

Kardashians:
OUR MIRACLE DIET
Kim, Kourtney and Khloé share the plan that got them their best-ever bodies

(From “Our Miracle Diet,” by Nikita Lee; in Issue 253 of OK! (Australia) Magazine; April 25, 2011, pg. 8.)

After Passager.

2011-06-17T15:50:00.002+10:00

disclaim her. i’m scared. P. hatchback moviebox seatbelt. used to live there. that’s a return. crazy. did you say something. part of the attraction. we don’t stop here. didn’t do things right. have you been here before. some things i want to grow. lynch. up about. camera hold her. car in reverse. draw down steps. runn. let m… shift quick gears.window frame. that’s a return.

white glebe bridge cut her head in two. you say something. down the water. audiencecharacteractor. next to her. return. in front back window. scarf wrap mum gone. who is she. say something. return. run in fluoro yellow hood silens film. say. rearview. in water. stand. door left open. that’s. quick window shifts. joyride pumping teen music. he looked at. did. that’s a. over yet. crappy calamari. when i shit poems. i did it wrong. feel bad. what did you think. re

you little beauty

2011-04-20T13:22:00.001+10:00

can we help this coconut of a guy?
That brown outside look just seems ... less than white.
We can do much better; I don’t know why
He shades his creamy middle from the light.

bottled skin or skin from a can will do
this honey look is good to glow all day.
we need to get these flavours right for you
A milky skin still better –here – I say –

get that beauty out of the sun – quick, now:
he might brown right up through his DNA.
we risk that skin burning into shadow
I think we better Blanchett once a day.

use oil to protect him as he plays.
and drizzle on that cream Australians love.
why even risk a browner, sun burnt face?
It’s much more wholesome with the dark removed.

to keep your cool, stay Under cover – There:
You want a colour like your cornflakes? no –
nobody wants you orange, just take care:
you might even have your skin go Coco.

How do you feel; a better, younger you?
You’re looking just a little pale and green.
I feel a bit off-colour, it’s quite true.
It’s crazy – you’ve no colour to be seen.

where is that fresh look now? is it still there?
I can’t really see you. What can we do?
is it even visible? It’s not fair.
your skin’s ideal: how come We’re losing you?

* Made from text 100% recycled from “Beyond the pale” by Alyssa McDonald, in Sunday Life, The Sun-Herald, December 10, 2010; pp. 12-15. You can see this article here.

Original Article for my "Little Black Boy" poem ("you little beauty").

2011-04-20T13:18:00.003+10:00

Sunday Life, The Sun-Herald, December 10, 2010; pp. 12-15

WITH THE FAIR SKIN OF STARS LIKE
CATE BLANCHETT OFFERING AN
ALTERNATIVE TO THE GREAT AUSSIE
TAN. Alyssa McDonald ASKS IF THE
BRONZE AGE IS OVER.

Beyond the pale

What do the words “Cate Blanchett” say to you? “Queen Elizabeth I”, maybe? Or “giant elf”, perhaps? “Luminous beauty” and “flawless complexion” are the sort of phrases journalists often jump on – cringe-making ones, too, although when I meet Blanchett in Beijing, halfway through her knackering meet-the-press schedule, they do seem pretty apt. So what other phrases spring to mind? How about “truckie’s arm”?
Appearances might suggest otherwise, but the milky-skinned actor is not immune to the sun’s rays. “Your get that truckie’s arm, driving around in summer, no matter how much sunscreen you put on. It’s indirect exposure,” she shrugs. “It’s not just about sunscreen any more.”
If Blanchett’s driving tan has kicked in by the time we meet, it isn’t especially obvious. But she’s right, of course: for anyone living in Australia, sun exposure, to some degree, is just a fact of life. Unfortunately, our attitude to it is a little more complicated. Tans are synonymous with good health, a sporty lifestyle, natural beauty and carefree sexiness. Even Blanchett, whose creamy complexion is her trademark, admits to using bronzer “if I look particularly sickly. Which is usually at about seven in the morning.”
Sadly, there’s nothing healthy about a tan. If your skin has changed colour in the sun, the likelihood is that you have damaged its DNA. That damage isn’t reversed when your tan fades, and it can increase your risk of skin cancer – a condition that affects more than 400,000 Australian a year and kills 1800 of them. Australians from northern European stock, whose skins are better suited to clouds and drizzle than Australian summers, are at the greatest risk by far. But whatever your skin colour, sun exposure makes you look old and leathery – not qualities that conjure up healthy sexiness.
It’s not as if the sun’s negative effects are a secret, but nothing seems quite enough to put us off. Not the cold, hard statistics, not the graphic government campaigns, not even the rise of the pale beauty icon – now available in a variety of flavours, from Blanchett’s ethereal elegance to Anne Hathaway’s wholesome cuteness to the fabulous sluttiness of Dita Von Teese. So why, when the Slip-Slop-Slap campaign is just months shy of its 30th birthday, are we still following the sun, not to mention enhancing its effects with fake tans, solarium sessions and even injectable, colour-enhancing drugs?
Vanity is the simple answer. But there are other factors, too. Melanomas are now so common among white Australians – and survival rates, at more than 90 per cent, are so high – that we tend to think of them as less serious than, say, a lump in the breast.
“I was quite shocked when they wanted to take out the lymph node [as well as the tumour].” says Ellen, 29, who was 26 when a cancerous mole was identified on her back. “They removed it to see if cancer cells came up in that, too.” She’s never been a sunbather and has rarely been burnt, so she never thought of herself as at high risk. But since the melanoma, she’s discovered other factors: for example, the UV levels in the mountains where she grew up were high, despite the cool weather.
Now she’s struggling to pinpoint the amount of sun she can afford to get. “I feel like I need to know more about what these different UV levels mean. It’s very vague just saying ‘stay out of the sun between 11 and three’. What if I want to go for a run along the beach at seven in the morning – do I need to put sun cream on? Do I need long-sleeved clothing? What about from five in the evening?”
Peer pressure is another frustration. Ellen finds herself repeatedly explaining why she wants to stay out of the sun – something people deem somehow “un-Australian”.
Being bronzed is no international beauty standard, after all. Thanks to the alabaster skin that looked so regal on Elizabeth I and the Lord of the Rings’ Galadriel, Blanchett also plays the role of SK-II’s “global face”. In much of Asia, the brand’s primary market, the beauty ideal is a pale, translucent complexion: wandering through Beijing’s subway stations and department stores, you are surrounded by posters advertising beauty products with words like “fresh” and “pure”, as well as the less euphemistic “whitening” and “lightening”. The models are usually Asian, but uniformly pale-skinned – as vital to the continent’s multimillion-dollar market for whitening products as the tanned young women whose images promote a “healthy glow” in the West.
Blanchett is a little evasive about the Japanese brand’s decision to use a blonde Australian spokesperson, but she is happy to admit that her beauty aesthetic is an unusual one among Caucasian women. When she was first approached by SK-II nine years ago, she says, “they were amazed that I had been using the whitening products”. However, she points out that most Australians are not the sun-worshippers they once were. “If you go to Bondi now, the people who are out on the beach on a 40-degree day are usually Irish tourists. Australians are not out in the midday sun.”
It’s true that the mahogany tan of the 1960s and ‘70s has faded into the background. But in today’s shades of honey brown and bottled orange, its long shadow is still visible. Improbably, the duo we can blame for the tanning craze are John Harvey Kellogg (that’s right, cornflakes were not his only concern) and Coco Chanel. When Kellogg developed the sunbed in 1891 as a remedy for gout and eczema, he also sparked the notion of the “healthy” tan. In the early 1920s, the look also became beautiful when Chanel stepped off a friend’s yacht in Cannes looking browner than had, until then, been considered chic. Transplanted to Australia, these values found their natural climatic match. However, the American cereal specialist and the French designer have been slowly losing their grip on Australia’s aesthetic. It’s hard to quantify exactly how much impact public health campaigns have had, but a 2009 study by Deakin University reported that the SunSmart program had been “highly effective” in increasing Australia’s collective longevity.
But just as it took us decades to fall in love with the sun, it’s going to take time to get over the affair, argues Terry Slevin of Cancer Council Australia. The council has been collecting data on Australian attitudes to tanning for more than a decade, and Slevin is cautiously optimistic about the findings. “We can’t say that nobody wants a tan. But fewer people want a tan, and of those who do want a tan, fewer people want a really dark tan.” He’s even upbeat about Ellen’s frustration with simplistic sun-care advice: “If someone knows enough to ask those questions, they are thinking along the right lines.”
Slevin is also encouraged that “the Nicole Kidmans or Cate Blanchetts of this world are recognised as beautiful women and role models, while protecting their natural skin colour”. For younger tanners, particularly, a shift in the beauty standard is more likely to have an impact than a public health campaign. “But it’s not 100 per cent success,” warns Slevin. “There is still the notion of the tanned bikinis model, or the bronzed Aussie on the male side of the fence. It’s still strongly ingrained in a lot of people – ‘I’d feel better if I got a bit of a tan.’”
Brigid, 29 and naturally fair, wouldn’t disagree. “I definitely felt more attractive, healthier, with a tan when I was young,” she says. Ten years ago, you might have found her sunbaking with her sister, “basting ourselves like turkeys in coconut oil and laying in the backyard in the middle of summer, with an SPF4 ‘protecting’ us from the harsh Perth sun.”
Now she’s much more careful. But she admits, “I still feel better with a tan, and in the days leading up to a party or wedding I will religiously get to work on my fake-tanning schedule.” It’s not just her own skin Brigid prefers to be brown: “I like the idea that a guy spends time in the sun; it means he is outside exercising a lot,” she says. “I consider pale men to be unathletic and a bit sickly – I know it’s crazy.”
While mixed feelings like Brigid’s are increasingly common, some people, like Sam, 33, are more blasé about the issue: “I got my moles checked and everything’s fine, so I just saw that as a green light to keep tanning.” He’s prepared to go further for his (not insignificant) tan than most, enhancing it with sunbeds and Melanotan, an injectable drug yet to be released in Australia but available online. An analogue of a natural hormone, it stimulates the skin’s pigment cells to create melanocytes, so that exposure to UV has a much more dramatic effect on skin colour.
“Once you’re loaded up on that, you only need a day in the sun and you look like you’ve been tanning for months,” he explains. He says a tan just makes him feel “better”, whether it’s from the sunshine or a sunbed. But he still believes “you can have too much of a tan”, and it’s not a look he’s especially attracted to in others: “It’s not one of the things I check off.”
Injecting yourself with an unlicensed drug bought off the internet that has been the subject of numerous government warnings would strike many people as the sort of activity no tan would be good enough to justify. But Bondi dermatologist Chris Kearney says the drug seems to help avert hives and rashes caused by the sun, and is “showing some promise in helping protect against sunburn”. (A more surprising discovery is that Melanotan significantly increases libido.)
But Kearney is also quick to point out that he is not endorsing the product, and that it may still prove to be dangerous. In a melanoma, it’s the melanocytes that become cancerous, so “theoretically, anything which stimulates those could potentially increase the risk”. There’s also a false sense of security attached to a product that reduces sunburn, as people may be lulled into believing they can stay in the sun for longer. “But just because you’re not getting sunburnt doesn’t mean the sun’s not causing damage to the DNA in your skin.” It will be five or 10 years before the drug’s effect on cancer rates can be measured.
Most of us, however, probably don’t need to worry about Melanotan – there’s that big burning ball in the sky to think about first. We’re increasingly aware of the dangers of too much sun: Kearney points out the growing number of skin clinics popping up to meet demand, while Slevin notes with some pride that the Cancer council is “getting more and more technically challenging questions” about skincare.
But while we might feel guilty about it, Australians’ pleasure in a “healthy glow” is yet to fade, while our climate makes it hard to avoid. Pale role models like Cate Blanchett are a reminder that beauty needn’t be bronzed, but it’s going to take a lot of Blanchetts to cancel out more than a century of sun worship.
The good news, however, is that while we continue to mistreat our own skin, we have become extremely careful about protecting our children. “A lot of the sun damage and skin problems we see later in life come from childhood sun,” Kearney explains. “So that’s a step in the right direction for sure.”
Blanchett, herself a mother of three, is well aware of the phenomenon. “You’re on the beach, and suddenly there’s this sea of children with Lycra hats and long shorts. It feels like some science-fiction film. The romance of the freedom of a beach holiday, you feel there’s something lost in that. But you can’t live in that longing, you just have to accept that.”
Under cover
(clockwise, from top)
Like Cate Blanchett
- seen here with
husband Andrew
Upton and children
Dashiell and Roman
in 2007 - Naomi
Watts and Nicole
Kidman take care
to protect their
porcelain skin by
slapping on a hat.

You can see my poem here.

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2011-03-07T22:31:00.000+11:00

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2011-02-04T11:16:00.001+11:00

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to watch big business make its case
A Mark so many came to feel
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The many claims for men he took.
So many women claim his mind.
The many feels: how many look.
For pants-led damages we find

In her killer-David claim
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phoned in flames a Savage deed

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* Text 100% recycled from “The damage done,” by Fenella Souter, in The Sydney Morning Herald’s GoodWeekend, December 4, 2010; pp. 16-24

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2011-01-25T10:44:00.002+11:00

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2010-11-29T21:05:00.002+11:00

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you earnest, opprobrious, vituperative, censorious, unformed, wasteful, unweaned, artless, meek, temperamental, out-of-touch, remorseless, acrimonious, caustic, bitter, churlish, petulant, absurd, temerarious, presumptuous, maverick, imprudent, chunky, unholy, secretive, brutal, fatheaded, sombre, prejudiced, combative, exclusive, reactionary, exploitative, manipulative, sucky, supercilious, yucky, tragic, abject, subjective, faulty, frenetic, haughty, possessive, sensual, reclusive, hermetic, miserable, cerebral, painted, delusional, asthmatic, inverted, execrable, modest, gigantic, huge, equivocal, rooted, formulaic, forgetful, mutable, munted, credulous, suspect, susceptible, drab, torturous, hesitant, detestable, unstable, muddled, grave, confused, intolerant, daft, dreary, contingent, self-conscious, idiosyncratic, affected, sour, airy-fairy, humble, lax, barbaric, masochistic, petty, rebellious, improper, grotesque, unheimlich, pedagogical, trollish, flakey, iffy, histrionic, harsh, menstrual, aborted, ovulating, depraved, dependant, pathological, exigent, spoiled, neurotic, punctilious, persnickety, fussy, prissy, snooty, scrupulous, pregnant, powerless, culpable, pussy-whipped, complicit, inconsequential, cautious, ambiguous, impulsive, fierce, celibate, queer, grandiose, sick, ailing, demented, goofy, slimy, lacklustre, allergic, bureaucratic, autocratic, authoritarian, right-wing, ruined, unfair, cavalier, rubbish, slippery, indiscriminate, erroneous, dolorous, shocking, comatose, secondary, impolite, charmless, toilsome, fiendish, unacceptable, relentless, dwarfish, arrant, errant, illegal, innocuous, languid, malformed, maladroit, atrocious, incurable, rancid, underwhelming, importunate, impetuous, sarcastic, antagonistic, diffident, carbuncular, demotic, ideological, captious, anticlimactic, shrewish, limited, inimical, inhumane, utilitarian, Hobbesian, frugal, touchy, bothersome, stingy, delicate, unmarried, unmarriageable, tepid, noisy, noisome, unsanitary, sanitised, helpless, feckless, anachronistic, dysfunctional, mawkish, experimental, arch, smug, inexorable, bombastic, imbecilic, nepotistic, intractable, quietist, strained, silent, insular, damaged, amorphous, stunted, measly, weasly, orientalist, strait-laced, prolix, faux, obsequious, toxic, sloppy, unedited, parsimonious, penurious, obstreperous, indulgent, miserly, indigent, befuddled, disagreeable, controversial, portly, mordant, sardonic, detrimental, inflexible, disruptive, subversive, witless, peevish, indifferent, profligate, fastidious, pettifogging, impudent, ironic, comical, brutish, afraid, outré, bashful, naïf, fainthearted, pensive, doughy,

beautiful

Jacaranda

2010-11-21T23:57:00.001+11:00

Fuck you/Beauty/You cunt.

little pink plant

2010-10-10T22:29:00.002+11:00

cradled out of cracks

wont grow any more

slight freckled delicate

leaves pair and pair

its growing

needs more space compost

wont work

whats a weed anyway

you cant see how

leaves pair and pair again

we cant work

but the plant

wish its growth

meant what i hoped

just a weed

it grows

you cant see

how.

Juvenilia/My Sadness

2010-10-01T13:12:00.002+10:00

let me take
a look at you

how you’ve grown

how long
has it been?
thirty years?

no

hiding inside me
you’ve gotten
so beautiful

every crude little bump
so smooth and rounded
black ice obsidian
pink gin lingers
in your mouth

i’m proud of you

we’ve been getting you
ready for so long now

it lifts my chest
by a strong rope breath

to see you
like this

i think we’re almost
ready

love showing

2010-09-27T13:49:00.002+10:00

old man lunges horse excited pastizzi in soggy white bag pick me up dance to dislocated knee join everybody pick crap up off footpath play with bodies float on sea’s back meet dave do too many things crippled dead christopher reeve turn up unexpectedly predictably drop your toothbrush out of tardis look for canberra david jones listen to paddington proust wesley! slooowly pat the white cat the black dog ready to know everything cradle a pink plant out of cracks open a jar of worms alone at night grind teeth secret men groups netball pivot drink a fat yak find sydney park balls hundreds! bathroom slug caress your hand worry about haircuts you’re a family man take a bottle out of handbag all the single ladies get eaten by a dog catch a taxi make another choice open love vulnerable look for patty be robbie hurt by vegans traffic passion milk chocolate eyes help order too much food grab my hand out of blue crossing from café douche to open as normal manic monday worm in kids’ clothing cracks in paint homemade landscapes clean your room dark chocolate love with five cent piece cry for virgil in limbo fang on your bike milk truck at midnight piss in a jug rooibos honey milk swim in undies designer german sausage play prot on trumpet anxious mornings i’m good that’s right an artfull life

Last Hole

2010-08-26T13:18:00.000+10:00

It's hard to get this guy,
This guy invented by typing monkeys.
This kid wins money just by breathing -
Last pumpkin I ever do Cinderella for.
Everywhere players get career transplants and then
Last out the years trying to forget;
As now the biggest amateur may savor
More roars than the greatest fairway performer.
Buy your grandkids shares in newspapers
When sportswriters play careers by ear.

How will my teammates keep up?
Only a cheap guy that putts
More than he strokes even gets seen:
As sheep calls tiger dad in hell,
Doesn't your world rest in RuPaul's lap,
Every chance for a birdie now off?
This is going in your playoff record.
He says he's seen enough empty victory.
Every guy is a broken god.
Everybody here put that guy down.

* Made from text 100% recycled from Rick Reilly’s article, “The Greatest Show on Earth,” in the August 29th, 2000 edition of Sports Illustrated.

TIGER

2010-05-25T14:22:00.003+10:00

Tiger, time in clinic checked
In a private centre text:
Was his wife reportedly
A golf addiction therapy?

Doesn't Woods confess that they
Saved transgressions yesterday?
Has he left home to repair
Women holed up by affair?

Has Woods’ story? has Woods’ star,
Then crashed his marriage as his car?
And who confirmed his face was clean,
Woods’ wife, one; to Woods, 14?

Woods the legend, Woods the dad,
Will Woods want the world he had?
Woods the gossip, Woods to make
Rumours more than health could take?

As the bedded bevy flew
Purported treatment rooms for two:
Was his wife the first to see
His things exposed as VIP?

Tiger time in clinic checked
In a private centre sex
Was his wife reportedly,
Made golf addiction therapy?

* Poem made from 100% recycled newspaper text (“Wife flies to meet tamed Tiger,” The Sunday Telegraph, 31/02/10)

White Cat.

2010-05-10T14:42:00.002+10:00

1

yellow eye scowls
sickly out the edge of that
pink gash
ears
slashed off

its always
in that abandoned yard
lurks in those bushes

so ugly
hateful
piss off

2

ugly cat
sniffs his finger

like a cat

hides in those bushes

its cancer

3

a bobcats
ripping up
that block now

development
keep out

poor ugly cat

cant find him
anywhere

SPEED

2010-01-04T13:29:00.001+11:00

open baggy tip and bunch now chop a hoon for mates get 5 buck note

rack the rails spin your words stagger acid drips down throat hang head off couch

that one rocks no razor blade single tear white on whiskers wipe and suck now lick the card

heart pound tight in sweaty chest hardout hands flick skoady air

mean mish to mish mind spins ahead from words that stun the tongue with stodgy weight

stumble store foreshore tugboat night to morning spreads to night time lines up
on tabletop glass on eftpos cards in dunny stalls bartops eating coloured spicy snot

watch the sneezes water beer lollipop food chew chew chew the cinders swallow knives

chuddy please too slow sit sit what’s open where’re we headed find who’s there

sleep

not yet

FAMOUS LAST WORDS

2009-12-16T17:06:00.000+11:00

SHIRT: “The first hanging is also the last.”
BED: “Tiredness: the little death.”
PILLOW: “Once bitten, twice shy.”
WALL: “The dream of mirror: see like window, think like blind.”
HAT: “I’ve lived and loved. I’ve nothing left to hide.”
BLIND: “Windows aspire to the condition of doors.”
JACKET: “Nothing to hide? Nothing to give.”
LIGHT: “I see, and my heart is broken.”
SCARF: “How many winters, O Lord?”
BOOK: “It’s alright, dear. I knew the end was dim before we began.”
LAPTOP: “Again?”
SHOE: “All who walk, walk a mile with me.”
PANTS: “Remember this was done.”
DOOR: “Jam! More jam!”
BAG: “Carry your outside zipped within.”
FLOOR: "All have the strength to touch a soul.”
HEATER: “I've only ever wanted cold desire.”
MIRROR: "No. No. Noooooooooo!”

sydney jane

2009-08-14T14:19:00.000+10:00

botany spew redbullbeer
bluenote room special juice
basement random change
terrace stupid moon

dendy drunk choctop
busstop lip gloss
slurry chocolate
cross rusty nail

unknown home bushes stair
pit of despair carpet spew
sofa only jacket
bedroom fresh as a daisy

club wells speed ‘n dope
kitchen barbie let’s go party
union wait
futon fell in love with

taxi suicide games
ship in toilets unisex
william street say no to coke
coward

Soda from a Great Height

2009-07-24T16:27:00.003+10:00

just as he was
offered a toasted
sandwich buttered
on both sides his chest
exploded in a gush
of bright red spray
drenched the whole family
with its warmth

thought it best
to get some change
for the bus and stumble
out

Eternal Friend (remix)

2009-05-28T12:27:00.004+10:00

his friends a peace of Jesus share

Gods Pen is awesome still the one

My mate or saviour open where

his friends a peace of Jesus share

In troubled Joy No heart burns there

with bright release I teach my son

his friends a peace of Jesus share

Gods Pen is awesome still the one

* Made entirely from words from "Eternal Friend" by Paul A Giles (a different person, i assure you). This other fine poem can be viewed at poetry.com here.

Discovery

2009-02-19T23:43:00.000+11:00

1.

He never came back.

2.

Ages later
Jacky Jacky returned
razor thin

and said
He’s gone.

he appeared
upset
but maybe

a light
I failed to see
hid within

3.

what was dreamed of
beyond the ancient desert bones
the very centre

4.

camels burnt throat mutiny
shed like dead skin

the only one
man enough
to make it.

He stumbled
splashed
dove

5.

it tasted rich
like salt.

6.

right at the centre
acid tears
ate

dissolving

even bones.

Bathroom Bliss (original article)

2009-02-02T14:24:00.001+11:00

Dear Fairy Godmother
Our son is a committed bachelor, a hermit in fact. On the whole he is extremely clean and tidy; it is only his flair for décor that is ghastly. I believe he may get that from his father’s side of the family…
His bathroom is so bad I have stopped visiting him, lest I get caught short and have to spend a penny. Fairy Godmother, can you help?
Yours sincerely
Disturbed Mother

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Dear Disturbed Mother
Your son’s bathroom shows an acute level of apathy, depression even. Did he attend boarding school perchance? The toilet and bathroom have all the allure of an airline salad, albeit with a slightly higher level of bacteria.
It is clear to me that something must be done to help your son. A beautiful bathroom is the first step to happiness and, in this world of madness, it is a sane man who strives to achieve this.
I would start this process by gutting that rat hole of his. The sarcophagus bath, the upright tomb of a shower and grisly toilet all have to go. The lino alone may require a blessing by a priest; it looks like Satan’s vinyl to me.
One’s WC is a room of function and with that in mind I favour simplicity of design for ease and expediency of use.
The ultimate bathroom traffic-stopper has to be a mosaic tiled mural by Bisazza. Exquisitely crafted, fabulously gorgeous and infinitely desirable, these beauties are worth saving up for.
I am a great proponent of the fully-tiled bathroom. Tile the walls and the shower to the ceiling to create a clean and streamlined effect. A good safety tip is to use an outdoor tile on the floor. It will have better non-skid properties and help eliminate nasty accidents.
These days, some people opt not to put a bath in their bathroom. Fools! They obviously place no value in wallowing in sybaritic splendour with a bottle of fine red wine and a good book. Like the perfect woman, look for big and beautiful when selecting your bath.
Vanities on the other hand, should be publicly shunned. These cesspits of old make-up and expired medications are such a health hazard. Install a pedestal or wall-mounted basin, two side by side if the room is available. Keep the area around the base of the vessel clear of clutter.
Storage should be at a height that you can access easily. I like tall, slim, mobile units. They are not intrusive spatially or visually and, surprisingly, hold more junk than an under-basin vanity cupboard.
Consider heating and ventilation issues in the bathroom. A warm, well-aired powder room is mildew-free and comfortable. Beware of bathroom window treatments, as most are just mould catchers. Better to frost the pane.
A heated mirror is a welcome option, most men love to look at themselves and I am sure your son is no exception.
Taps are functional items. Choose simplicity and practicality over fussy, complicated design. The same goes for toilets. Look for a strong, comfortable seat and contemplate an internal wall flush system if you have limited space.
Towels and accessories are the icing on the cake. Rule of thumb is that beach towels, like the budgie smuggler, are for the beach. Keep them out of the bathroom, they look cheap. Ergo, avoid kitschy accessories; they bring down the tone of a beautiful bathroom faster than skid marks in a toilet bowl.

Bathroom Bliss

2009-01-30T15:56:00.003+11:00

Bachelor Bisazza should not spend a penny on fixing
his Disturbed Mother with grisly treatments: just
one $500 Freedom voucher would clean her up for days.
Look how she whips this poor boy of hers up to
a level of apathy so bad he is committed. His mother
is the first step to happiness in a world gone bad with
Satan’s vinyl depression. Consider the rule that sybaritic
fools require ease and expediency of use to be

desirable, these beauties, ergo, have a nasty case of mould.
The perfect woman is mildew-free and clear from clutter,
albeit most have madness issues. Vanities on the other hand
choose tall, slim, mobile junk to use in cesspools.
Beware: men love to look like skid-marks caught on lino.
Keep them out of the bathroom, they look cheap.

* Uses text from an article of same title in a NZ House & Garden magazine.

Guidelines

2008-12-18T10:41:00.000+11:00

Airplane takes the Butterfly Cake.
Drum never ends where home begins.

Elephant at night, turkish delight.
Flower on Grape’s like honey on Harp.

Ice cream in Jacket took the Kettle back.
Lemon of november makes Mushroom remember.

Notation is the poor man's Orange.
Pencil made Queen still sings the same Rainbow.

Snowman with Tree, Umbrella runs free.
Violin dreams are never built below.

Watch for the buttered side of knife.
Xylophone strikes each Yellow Zebra twice.

To Jane

2008-10-08T07:02:00.001+11:00

swiftly swept upon the main
a breathless presence left serene
now falls beneath awaited rain

gently trace each precious vein
this holy night a crowning queen
so swiftly swept upon the main

overcome past mirror’s tain
an image greater than the seen
how fell for me beneath your rain

brushed against the golden grain
body fixed to body’s lean
closely clasp the flowing mane

soar above my soul terrain
a pointed sight transfixing keen
that falls on me within this rain

a touch to wrap unopened pain
unlocks the reason how we mean
so closely swept upon the main
so sweetly clasped within the rain

Shit part 12

2008-09-23T23:19:00.000+10:00

They counted Tyra’s less offensive and less inoffensive shots as spit and sticky mucus.

The less offensive shots ended up to be sticky with saliva, but they had not proceeded with the wish to turn dick loose in Tyra’s shot, cheering dick, the man Eminem wants this anus and crack to cheer.

Therefore, Eminem digests the shit, as the way to give the anus cheer after the first attraction, into soft toilet paper or hide of a hippo, but a hippo on crack.

It penetrates now to the middle of Tyra's torso, then seven cracks around Tyra's nose. Now, it penetrates into Tyra's hippo. Tyra's guests penetrate a crack. They penetrate through Tyra's lovers, who simulate to penetrate with farts that were still big on crack.

It is not so much the width or blackness of crack, or their enjoyment of this crack, as the number of types Tyra penetrates. The deeper Tyra can penetrate into the anus, the nicer.

It is nearly as if the delicious smell would emanate daily.

Shit part 11

2008-09-14T01:44:00.000+10:00

The first penetration that speaks to Eminem about the possibility of an arrangement with a mother teletubby has required days of repeated aenemas, combined with the arrangement of aenema splatter by fingers with smelly nails and prizes for the mother teletubby.

How is Eminem to introduce the aenemas as four door prizes, causally by helping a lady’s shot slip from one lady to the mother? If the Undertaker does this to Kylie, if he shoots her, how can Eminem understand this aenema has not attracted in the meanwhile? If the Undertaker does shoot accurately, how can Eminem introduce the aenema without being identified with who directed before?

This man Eminem shares a depravity of prizes with which the Undertaker buys the lovers action figures, Jason Donovan’s heaven is V.B. with the Undertaker. As if the teletubby were a fan of sun-thickened snot.

Would Jason Donovan seem as in heaven in the showers as a fan of sun-thickened nutella?
A dickhead grows styled on the Undertaker’s slipping on a lady ring with a mother, and he begins to suck and cheer it, like a chunk of brown fudge in liquefied danger. The Undertaker sucks to cheer it up, after his shot eats vegemite, for when he attracts the anus toward him with the toasted sandwiches for inhabitants of the anus.

The Undertaker will generally give aenemas so greasy within, among his lovers and in his shot of his lovers, that even with his cheers ringing, his ring will not permit visions of anus inside his mind.

Shit part 10

2008-09-07T01:12:00.001+10:00

The cul-de-sac, which bores every Backstreet Boy Eminem stimulates, can be crap. This can be similar to some lady of the Undertaker or his lovers. How can Tyra guess just by his or Jason Donovan’s arrangement that crap isn’t itself boring?

Fantasising about Jason Donovan as the thickness of thoroughbred horse or mother animal.
The shit from the man Eminem gives aenemas to a man that he blows, starting by giving an aenema, circles around the person of the expert with cheering blows, a business pleasure, that is, for Eminem’s intentions of introducing dingos and toasted sandwiches.

Is shitty that which takes turns? And does shittiness take turns because it differentiates crack and staple, the man crack differentiates as staple differentiates, perhaps?

Spit does, but shit doesn’t usually get below from boredom of its thickness.

Smelliness is not measured like thickness.

Shit part 9

2008-08-31T01:20:00.000+10:00

The black crack warms the crotches. A version of the anus with black crack, as if touched with a ten foot pole, can warm the Undertaker’s crotch.

When Eminem stimulates or tastes some Backstreet Boy with his crotch that his crotch eats warmed, Eminem may jump at this opportunity, for dessert, a teletubby who is dangerous.

As soon as Eminem stimulates the teletubby, attraction is enhanced by the wish to stay near the teletubby, with the unenjoyment of shit as food, that just gets worse and worse. Tyra’s leg is deliciously humped with curious shakings of anus.

Shit part 8

2008-08-21T19:08:00.000+10:00

This shit of anus and crack of smell is attractive for the throbbing Tommy in his fairly cute undies, and so he cracks and eats jizz, with a lady geek and his mother.

Its view of pretty anus alters from centre to centre, but can it seem shitty to Tyra with her smellier centres? The staple that a fart emits makes her pant smellier. Tyra stimulates the pants around the anus that cause deeper semen in the crack but smellier, and still sticky, even though Tyra would need to add spit to enter it.

Fucking around with Tyra’s tool or any pretty anus on the television, Tyra can cleverly sport among the teletubbies near her and now becomes completely enamoured with them.

And now, bore the anus and produce each lady the Undertaker stimulated in the mud.

There are versions of awful truths of tools with super-smelliness, but how can Tyra introduce the teletubbies in these versions to those Tyra stimulated with super-smelliness?

Shit part 7

2008-08-19T19:05:00.001+10:00

Lack of shakiness inside the Undertaker’s undies is disturbing. He is given aenemas as medicine. Eminem gives aenemas to himself and can’t understand how to sing about the centre of himself, yet he could understand a man before. But Eminem eats away too much inside ditches despite those kebabs, and despite understanding the man in the salmonella story.

In any stupid interview between them, not understanding the Undertaker’s man touch ensures that only yoghurt is what is between them. Who can arrange heaven is determined by the spraying of bliss out of Tyra’s hippo, which the Undertaker gives aenemas to, but there is always such a Backstreet Boy that’s “giving an aenema to some Backstreet Boy that’s boring,"

fantasising of Jason Donovan as the thickness of thoroughbred horse or donkey, or a match between these animals.

Shit part 6

2008-08-15T14:06:00.001+10:00

The Undertaker will hope to give some shit to a fan with sticky hands. This is unsatisfying. Though Tyra likes caramel, she is not a stupid woman. Tyra hoped to give an exquisite fart into his hands. Tyra could not, so that is why Jason Donovan is developing callouses.

Or, Tyra can hope changing penetrating into his crack for penetrating into his smell, with respect.

On Sunday, Tyra will stimulate as if her boyfriend were bored, as if he liked arse. Tyra will stimulate every Teletubby’s friend shakily and she will shoot like she had never understood this teletubby before.

Awful truths can display such shit on the Undertaker, because his undies have many skidmarks. There are many skidmarks on his shit undies.

Shit part 5.

2008-08-10T23:52:00.000+10:00

It has no length or thickness that is acceptable, as if Kylie had appeared annoyed in the way bitches arranged, while Kylie's adult shoppers are like rotties sniffing a bitch.

Tyra's guests and lovers are like teletubbies the Undertaker scares in the shopping centre.

When the Undertaker fucks with his sextoy, he fantasises about a chubby bunny of his cupboard.

Even though Jason Donovan is the Undertaker's sextoy, he is not acceptable. Any lady experiences what any lady does with the Undertaker.

This is a butcher or soapie star for whom mother teletubbies shudder in shorter turns like some hippo on arsecrack. The pants of the teletubby may resemble caramel of some type, so pants of the teletubbies, or mother pants stay in piles of the shit, as if they were trainee checkout chicks.

It would be clever for the Undertaker to experience how every Backstreet Boy inside his fart shudders.

Jason Donovan’s hippo, since the Undertaker can not stimulate shudders, having penetrated his inbox like a hippo of a fart, now swings to and fro from blows.

It would not snore.

The hippo has an anus like a finger in the toilet while the Undertaker’s stimulating Jason Donovan or banging Jason Donovan.

The Undertaker may fondle himself while slipping inside a lady with his fingers, oh man the Undertaker slips away his shriveled ring.

Shit part 4

2008-08-09T17:02:00.000+10:00

Tyra can perform for The Undertaker a style of giving aenemas to her man in the shit. For what does Tyra produce now?

What emotion will her production excite?

Which teletubby is likely to enjoy Tyra's production, teletubbies who have been humped in shit before, or teletubbies who have stayed on the television and never stimulated what Tyra could produce?

The Undertaker can be hoping to remember the taste of being humped by some Backstreet Boy horny and alluring, but Eminem is strangely remembering what is tasted by who is tasted.

So, when Tyra tries to direct the arrangement of the teletubbies' aenemas for herself, she sucks to remember what it arranges in her like what is throbbing inside her, but

Tyra can remember arrangement by arrangement, that teletubbies simulate to give aenemas, and their meeting with each mother during their arrangement, in a lady teletubby out a mother.

Is it satisfying for two drunk teletubbies at their lows to shout two drunk anal experts in the pub? Somewhat drunk ladies? Drunk on V.B. like a lady or a mother pluck or colonial in a ditch, such as Rooty Hill or Penrith, as that might wreck their keen enjoyment of a pie or sausage roll? But usually cleverly with everyone, like Tommy handcuffed up to the bed.

From above, Kylie can't guess whose claggy semen it is.

Shit part 3

2008-08-08T17:48:00.001+10:00

As deep as the volume and measured capacity of Tyra's mouth is recorded, with The Undertaker's perverse attraction to it:

A sticky snot of jizz is clever if played with, but Justin will not remember how the dopey Backstreet Boy could stay sticky and alluring, or who he would fuck.

Tyra doesn't understand what performance these wrestlers explain to her, because she is dyslexic.

Tyra can typically stimulate the stirrings of a dick almost like it purred despite a furball, and it got hot, quite similar to a gob of snot, because lingerie girls can stay interested in a rigid sticky oldmate for such a man that their interests simulate a circle around the oldmate, and like a hairy crotch are stimulated by it.

Shit - part 2

2008-08-07T19:15:00.000+10:00

There is that happy tiger in the shit with Guy Sebastian.

There are fifty mars bars in the mud.

There is good head for the tiger in the mud. Kylie spins and flips in the shit along the slippery path, while those mars bars leak their shit like sweaty plumbers.

There is that rusty trombone of shit between Tyra and the herpes-stained lips of sweaty plumbers.

Warm whirling male models cause schoolboys and accountants to dance about warm mounds of body, rippling like perfect dunes on the chests of the male models, getting Big Brother to sneak to the toilet as Australian Idol takes a break.

The Undertaker's concentration is absorbed by the staple in the middle of his shot of Tyra.

The Undertaker's concentration is a fine mess; as flecks on his pants arrange into a developing map of colonial exploration, becoming a jumble of apologies from a hippo.

Shit - with many apologies to Mei-Mei Berssenbrugge.

2008-08-06T19:04:00.001+10:00

1

Hundreds of series of Home and Away later, arses were many times greater.

All Backstreet Boys, checkout chicks, dicks in sandwiches had adult shopped, but that depravity was boring. The stain was caused by days of adult shopping with a lady teletubby's oldmate.

Globs of bliss were seen to develop in the public toilet like sandwich spray that splatters, making it unsatisfying to blow the apprentice Backstreet Boys gently, but proving with its colour that bliss of hell can be as much a state of scratch and itch as bliss of heaven.

As lava lamps bubbled like the solids in the bathroom, they also sprayed jizz, which converted to precious, indigestible shit, a frantic demonstration of hippies on laxatives and demanding jam aenemas.

Shit is a sort of solidified fart related, like every fart, to fragrant spots of jizz or Tommy Freedom, turning into Tommy Shit.

Since jizz has 500 types of flavours, protestors were way confused about why shit would not cheerfully rearrange the dance-off for jizz freedom for the solids.

It ends in spot dances, though in shit kicking jobs, this cannot give the feeling of reward without recentring on hungry spots spurting as jizz drops all their flavours.

Their strangeness is endangered by selling semen and emoting cheerfulness with their shit, as hissy fits are what Eminem strangely stimulates when he tours. Dangerous, unknowable, discarded laxatives can be traced back to the frantic demonstration of Tyra's hippies with laxatives who are demanding her aenemas, a man done knowing the awful truth.

Large areas behind the cul-de-sac attract the frankly curious or cautiously ambitious for a little while, and when at peace, the Sunday cul-de-sac arranges lovely mullets.

Proving what Nicole did while babysitting Tom's missus, globs of bliss pollute slippery toilets while distracting a greasy soapie star, like a bump The Undertaker stimulates in the dole bludger's groin where herpes infects it, while there are dole bludgers.

Rejection part 7

2008-06-27T20:11:00.002+10:00

Thank the paper moon handshakes opened for

you centred repetition soap as lunchbox stuff

very relevant jitters shiftless Nelson thought for

much Rasputin took began the finger issue

for breakfast, boats flew angels every 34

your final frigid erection fishing skin around

poetic paper repetition jitters angels skin mid-summer

Like.

2008-06-18T18:54:00.002+10:00

my hat is like

cars on the superinnocent ocean.

ocean is like

belief whispering violets.

violets is like

words power money pizza hip-hop.

hip-hop is like

rock 'n roll fifties.

fifties is like

an older now.

now is like

ancient simile.

simile is like

lazy “poetic” grammar.

grammar is like

postavant.

postavant is like

modern vintage.

vintage is like

second-hand

but costly.

costly is like

the day after tomorrow.

tomorrow is like

fate’s possibility.

possibility is like

repetition.

repetition is like

meaning.

meaning is like

machines out of whack.

whack is like

my

Rejection, part 6

2008-05-17T19:43:00.001+10:00

"Thank you for your submission;"
Rasputin's biscuit clearly fishing
for frigid repetition
in decision
competition -

correction:
polled erection.
Directing skin inaction
in breakfast field dejection,
to make a final selection.

.

2008-04-29T16:17:00.003+10:00

blurred edges clear
in smog
life delicately enclosed

movement converges
bodies and detritus

how beautiful the life
struggles
the planet as it rips apart
shines defiantly
dy-ing
our urgent ugliness
brilliantly massed

ducks and black plastic bags

somehow there is movement
in this putrid water
unknown names flagrant

greenness, broken glass

engorged
poetry gasps
its damnable beauty

Parental Guidance*

2008-04-18T20:37:00.002+10:00

No strength to shift the body.
A room tumbles down like dreams.
Things fall off the shelf;
hit my body
hard.

I toss in bed like crazy.
The mirror breaks in black,
cuts my neck
a bottle cap popped,
a bud stabbing sorrow.

In a moment, my face awash
in palm blood; I start to cry.
A dazzling guillotine rope
rocks neckwards
from my skull.

As the entire body's ripped apart,
I laugh.
A glowing grin is thrown over me
like hot tea;
my heart stays far from blame.

Heat waves push the eyelids closed.
A match thrown onto flowing lava;
my bones, like flutes, my long bones
fill with fragrant god.
Feel skin pop,
a bundled silkworm.

Die like this!
No, no: live like this!
Life...you...beautiful star...luckless...
loving humiliation....

*A loose-ish translation based both on 난폭 ("Nanp'ok", violence) by 김승희 (Kim Seung-hee) and its translation, "Wanton Violence," by 김경년 (Kyung-nyun Kim Richards) and Steffen F. Richards.

Chair Who. *

2008-04-02T19:06:00.002+11:00

noon come halve hairy nun chew rock hire lighter. cheer goo none boos a jill-john doe, malcolm - some header!

chair who?

in me your heaven jock shin dough bargain hard, cheer onion under.

* an aural translation of 최후 (ch'wae hoo, the end) by 이상 (yi sang)

time

2008-04-01T23:11:00.001+11:00

sucks
in peopled others
stories crushed

still

deadened space
may speak each us

the

2008-03-31T19:10:00.001+11:00

pressures ways exactitude
consumed in choice

keep me closer
safe for knowing.

all

2008-03-28T19:10:00.002+11:00

spheres no longer
do the trick
of globe shaping

as geometrys
uncertain absolutes
destruction.

war all the time

2008-03-27T19:08:00.001+11:00

war

beliefs shudder
against each other
bodies burst

their business

5

2008-03-21T19:21:00.000+11:00

We are unable to publish
everything, furthermore that stays
our aim. Breakfast is a little
lunch - something every penny
comes to know. Moonshadow sails
past the box: mandela touches
everything. Biscuit skin was avant
garde but didn't really mean it.
Without his significant pressure,
Nelson flew a chop too soon.
One day boats will reach
the fridge, and then all repetition
will be off. Thank you for your chipmunk
cake, however angels hesitate
to submit poems for future issues.

4

2008-03-20T19:49:00.001+11:00

I'm sorry to inform you that
your work has not been chosen
at creation time. This Rasputin began,
began to think on penny moons.
The eggs detained through massacres
their sacred glow to touch the ancient
lunchbox. Paper started trains of
yawns, launching hard but qwerty
skins. Landing took less time
than thought, yet chipmunk wind
felt finger repetition. Nelson
notwithstanding, feel that work
was competetively and fairly
assessed.

3

2008-03-18T20:04:00.002+11:00

Unfortunately, your work has not
been selected as suitable for
capital conversion. That boat
has flown. Remember Nelson
proved a thankless lunch informed
by relevant authorities. Skin
to skin seemed further than
we thought, submission over
repetition circles. Paper soap
compared the fingers struck
as pennies to the wind. Chipmunk
chops carried a moon to its
biscuit and away. Massage
though you may, Rasputin
stays a shiftless dope;
apart from jitters, he's
certainly not given
more detailed
feedback
on your work.

2

2008-03-14T20:35:00.001+11:00

Thank you for your interest,
ran the speech, but soon trailed
off Rasputin's avant-garded boat.
Tourism entered for a moment though
it couldn't find the soap. Repetition
pressure was much to blame
if only for lunchbox skin. Within
a week all correspondence centred
on the moon in all its ages
and significance - proving
a boon in several circles that
can't be dealt with here. To
garner from the chipmunk's
stares, her performance came
across as at once well-schooled,
but inevitably subjective.

Rejection, part 1.

2008-03-13T22:00:00.001+11:00

Thank you for submitting
to the requisite pressure met
by handshakes, stars and Stalin.
Together the eggs just googled out
their skins - repetition of themes
and motives sank an otherwise
respectful boat. Within the year
that tourism opened avant-garde
school, the jig was up and over
the moon. Take advantage of
that paper landing on your lunchbox -
there is only so much to take
or even comprehend. Despite
all signals to the contrary,
even the fitter pigeons proved
their puddings unsuccessful
submissions.

OVER

2008-03-08T15:09:00.001+11:00

pressure moves
the ball to one side
control
make the world
atmosphere
work as water rise
and excuses prosper

NEW BATSMAN

2008-03-07T18:13:00.003+11:00

OVER

Akram cricket politician
Bhutto
one slips thru his defense
media mourns
general malaise

WICKET

2008-03-06T19:08:00.001+11:00

television made redundant
spreads virus thru new space
eyes go square
double and repeat
lyrical prose
wax bikini lines
toward the languid
tongue
captain

OVER

2008-03-03T19:08:00.000+11:00

time encroach the new sentence grows in age where does insect life begin what way folds between the sheets

OVER

2008-03-02T17:54:00.001+11:00

swing
pressure squeeze
on one side
load one side
with anxious spit -
other side make dull

OVER

2008-02-29T16:58:00.001+11:00

cricket ethics
take it
a ball at a time
play each ball
on its merits
live the advice
coaches heroes
statistics
science

OVER

2008-02-28T16:00:00.001+11:00

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NEW INNINGS

2008-02-27T16:06:00.000+11:00

opener
in running

communication is crucial

say YES, NO, or
WAIT
never GO,
rhymes with NO
rhymes again cause trouble

OVER

2008-02-26T18:05:00.002+11:00

WICKET

a fine innings retreats each commercial break makes awkward space charged for poetry
today our poems fall in advertisments
language charged and strained to sell the new world product
the post-post modernist watching this old gentleman game
lyric breaks the prosaic threat
but each word
crowds
breathes down my paper neck
caught between msn yahoo
google earth will map my space
look out at the neon crosses
redder than my turtle neck
jumping with easy new career
the pace becomes now breakneck
purple ink remembers me
a solid subject nonetheless
why is my identity determined easily
swiftly swipe my way thru different forms
perhaps pressure of writing
feels eyeball heels within minds back
now india against australia
who do i support
nationalistic doctrine
force the neck to crack
what lessons learned

between gully and third man

geographical possession
naming eats the turf

WICKET

2008-02-25T16:48:00.001+11:00

OVER

landscape encaptured in rectangular series what difference between pixels and glass the frames remain the same crusoe ocd builds his centre remember footprint inexplicable

poetry of space

OVER

2008-02-24T13:48:00.001+11:00

out! caught in the unmentionables the catch is his useful hand is played through is the gauntlet done is the wind the page plays in every mind absolute

OVER

2008-02-23T14:23:00.001+11:00

nothing
to
write

empty head
the swathes of discursive thought wash over me
depart

bevan bowled chinaman
strange left arm overwrist
symonds called monkey
race

OVER

2008-02-22T20:59:00.000+11:00

numbers define us as india approaches 400 we all watch clocks we near the mark each movement touches it significance images to reach for green red white number trademarked 3

OVER

2008-02-21T14:37:00.001+11:00

spinn through intervals verbs verbing through each life writing down what's within force the eye between each 27th letter. why write in constraints when there's nought

OVER

2008-02-19T16:34:00.001+11:00

take the politics out of cricket a gentleman's game gloves kept on now indian bodies encased in white learning the motions drinking gatorade at drinks break take it to postcolonial arena writing that on bats

OVER

2008-02-18T14:34:00.001+11:00

a hotheaded globe weeps
impending death

we watch cricket

OVER

2008-02-17T20:25:00.000+11:00

history teaches us but history contemporises time surrounds all dust with its perfect present aura playing the channel fill it with your preordained choice black screen saver

OVER

2008-02-16T17:53:00.001+11:00

tailenders what represents country side nation religion touch pride race sport an overarching theme in life and newspaper still surrounds world if stretched apart

OVER

2008-02-15T18:21:00.001+11:00

thought punctuated by men in white coats protection perhaps from deep thrusts personality ruptured good thing too respect breaks legs off return in time page predicts form but spread without

OVER

2008-02-01T18:33:00.000+11:00

lead now 175 reading contemporary poetics we hear talk of cybertalk how it's new, exciting, probably life changing but now watching my laptop and making perfect sentences,

OVER

2008-01-31T16:09:00.000+11:00

Cricket metaphor.

Saving, attacking, defending
The hard slog.
Men.
Women on sidelines within camera eye.
Theatre, perform.
Result.

OVER

2008-01-30T15:17:00.001+11:00

green grass oval now country representational regard possession strike who longs

OVER

2008-01-29T17:27:00.001+11:00

india belief in religion fever pitch protect the rules Korea Perth whack the crap leather out between each break some spoken word works thru

OVER

2008-01-27T18:10:00.001+11:00

race relations strain as natural actions perform below pace a pace promise now denied CONFIDENCE taited result belief now not result try remain sing

OVER

2008-01-24T15:58:00.000+11:00

break the emotion with a flurry of sixes flick the fence a boundary instructed conflicted incised precisely

india vs. australia

2008-01-24T15:53:00.000+11:00

the next lot of poems will come from a series of poems i wrote in the commercial breaks of the recent Third Test between india and australia broadcast last week. india ended up winning.

To Be Sung to My Pants.

2008-01-09T20:57:00.000+11:00

Pants, new-bought
At Big East Gate,
What gives?

You worn prettily
Half a day;
Legs hobbled, taut:

Was pressure forced
On houndstooth crotch
Too massive to maintain?

For you
Just charity
Remains.

Lesson.

2007-12-28T15:20:00.000+11:00

Hi how are you?
I am fine thank you and you?
I’m sorry to hear that.
Cheer up.

I am fine thank you and you?
Where are you from?
Cheer up.
Nice to meet you.

Where are you from?
I’m sorry to hear that.
Nice to meet you.
Hi how are you?

.

2007-11-26T21:52:00.000+11:00

Oh the sun of first is horrible, draw.

the remainder I give
to close below pale
a sun through words
is mirror like wings

of endless moon together
and heart taken breath
in way for rhythm
it sounds broken love

Oh the chart it is horrible, draw.

the broken moon way
to mirror for words
a breath endless sun
is remainder through pale

of close below sounds
and love taken wings
in heart give together
it rhythm like I

Oh it does with sun horribly.

the pale close heart
to endless like sun
a way love mirror
is taken through words

of sounds I moon
and together give broken
in wings below rhythm
it breath for remainder

This humanity and justice.

the sounds pale way
to remainder love endless
a sun I like
is wings through close

of moon rhythm mirror
and together heart taken
in broken for give
it breath words below

colour wheel

2007-11-16T21:31:00.000+11:00

blue
move green
through muddy yellow
song spark ardent orange
flower froth whip lengthen red
expected end erect in perfect purple

purple
widen blue
eyebrow hungry green
day betray all yellow
suns that threaten sullen orange
anxious suckle body slowly rowden red

red
if purple
pouch take blue
wave blackly swathered green
athwart a rhymely lunchened yellow
bridgeward rakes consume complacent agent orange

orange
augur red
betrayal murmur purple
labour knights beat blue
together quick develop ether green
there float a way through yellow

yellow
oaten orange
eaten daytime red
in crescent lunar purple
people threaten ending royal blue
existant amber ella draggle pallid green

green
a yellow
window runnel orange
wherever war burn red
in volumes headstrong empty purple
state lay cryptic gated theatre blue

after study

2007-10-09T19:06:00.000+10:00

a shark

blue hunger sharpened

body empty

ocean's carbon rush

Robert Papaya

2007-10-05T20:51:00.000+10:00

Robert A long topical
as for Australia's burns,
from cuts, writing skin,

poet rash, Sydney
open books insect and
the boils, sounding

cracked psychological gravel
Adamson splinters,
wounds, one bites major nappy

hamilton sydney seoul

2007-10-04T16:04:00.000+10:00

lay each angle incident
braced before days
wait trembles form
space

rays twist
vibrate
race above wait
shake a way
momentary grace
remains

not difficult
but beauty

displaced

2007-07-25T13:53:00.000+10:00

branding frank's collected poems

Francis sighed quite drolly. Caught, collected, webbed at last, captor Kyobo saw that KTF -
a final, cinused dosirak - branded half the poet's arse. "Lonesome poems
fit gloomy castles fine," scoffed Lotte, a nurse whose power screamed a new maturity;
"Goldstars, universality...worthy badges, true. e cummings, m ali and a jolie are
evidently so, no? Your morphine, Sir." Frank's solahart fell shocked in twain, immediately bliss. Samsung
then, of Herbert's song; a quiet, eerie wake. Anycall is made as read, insult now dehearted.

plane song

2007-07-23T23:26:00.000+10:00

for Sonia Giles

1.
wheels gather
speed distance
widens gaps
earth's first links
torn away
silence roars
find myself
alone
airborne again

2.

when needy feet flail -
seek ground to know again;
they reach somewhere near.
mum, this reaching silence calls
full names. spinning in absence;
you remain, always giving birth.

3.

son plus mother; is that the word behind
my lips kept against departure? silence
never drowns it out. space's weight dissolves
no bond. though we may not speak
its name, i live within the sum we share.

Painting

2007-07-14T22:03:00.000+10:00

1.

each in time begins to look the same
if art discovers hints of red
in what is seen
that same old bloodlike substance
floods each ready canvas

2.

an iron box rusting
under my bed
protects them

after drinks we rush right in
our delight
busts it open flings
and drags their bloody
frames across the floor

loose bits wetly catch
the heavy carpet

3.

so we rip
our lifelike studies
in our redness

bare those entrails
painted so painstakingly

will them perfect wholly

63

2007-05-09T13:44:00.000+10:00

when there’s nothing left but nouns to push against even
gangsters feel the throat’s knifetwist as old emotions
bump out the darkened theatre. now as i read
my diary i see a pattern take form;
shit splattered on pages, concentric rings of excrement:
can this be all that’s left of the grammar books
they fed me, the house of hours where i learnt to
hear? foot to foot jumps keep my nerves nicely tense;
my sense, though, may never catch up. dreams fall to
hunger in my night; even maccas close their doors

parkwind

2007-04-23T21:12:00.000+10:00

park equals wind.

traffic’s sea hums round edges
speed crashes fences, withdraws again. stone piled
on stone stores secret wish. jumps off mountain
bike, pulls sudden cigar from bag, smokes in lonely
content among ibis islands. wallet betrays prison
work. tiny lights hit out from cross-section apartments
under freeway. dog slobber, owner happily apologetic.
but in his eye’s corner, a blacktrenchcoatman wanking
anxiously. kings slept here once. rabbits springing from earth
through twilight glow. yellow red green burning fragile
blackness. now, except for three, lost under apartments.
she was homeless, shoes off, enjoying the sun, didn’t need
the letter. driving range below.

white plastic
cages cover
germany’s
green hills.