TANGLED TWINE

 

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TANGLED TWINE

John Camillo 2014

EXCUSES, EXCUSES

It all had to wait because circumstances only now allow quiet mind-time. The observation is that we are all exposed to inspirational moments that seem to come from nowhere. I do not think they come from nowhere but that is how it looks. I wonder if it might just be true that those flashes we have, are generated in the suite of products that emanate from the ultimate source of life, light and everything else - the nearest star to us, our sun. Could there be waves of energy that sweep across our planet on the way to the edge of the system? Could such energy stimulate moments of inspiration and enormous potential for clarity about our existence?

I have listened to interviews of song writers and poets and often heard them deny credit for the inspirations they have had.

What they do, however, is catch the thoughts that go passed and apply craft in the relentless pursuit of clarity. Depending on the effort applied, the song or poem, painting or story will achieve that goal.

My dear auntie Lou used to walk me to school but did not enjoy the relentless questions I had for her. “Wait till your father comes home, ask him.” It has been a while since those days and the questions persist. It has been a revelation that bliss is discovered in the pondering of questions rather than in answers. I am open to persuasion of course.

It has been a most fortunate accident to have been part of a family brimming with stimulation in the most ordinary of ways. My claim is to be the one nearest mediocre. I stand in awe at the technical and artistic talents harboured in my siblings. This is not about them although they make appearances here and elsewhere. It is about my attempts at catching some of the moments that have occurred. I offer them to you for what you might see. The poems that follow should be taken for what you think they are worth. They do mean a lot to me and it is quite OK if that is where it stops. It is possible too that I may have botched the craft I have adopted so don’t feel too guilty.

You will or will not, find your own ways to deal with those flashes you surely experience. The special moments I have tried to grasp went by my attention between 2008 and 2014.

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HELLO COCKY

Broadcast cocky screech stifled in streetscape

Proud birds gymnasts flash through our trees

Balanced on light poles scrounging by drains

Where are the plains, the frost bitten mornings to see

Where the ten mile creek beds, willows and hide logs free

My Leunig heart soars futile feeling full for them

Hello cocky, hello.

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THEY WENT THERE

Pete and I were part of a convoy that was heading to Birdsville, the long way, and across the Simpson. I was not happy at the time to take my ute across on that punishing drive – next time I will. He and I headed home via the Birdsville Track and down through the Adelaide Hills back to Victoria. For those days when we were in the convoy the group adjusted well to the dynamics. It was a great trip.

THEY WENT THERE

For Mat and Albi, Denny and Kerry, Karen and Jim and Ails and PK and Tony and Lorraine and Dicko and Louise and my good mate Pete.

City folk in fact they are

But that skin falls tonight

The bush has called them

Come it says

And I will take you in

Forget for a time

All the things that you do

You are mine for now

I will show you and get to know you

For who and what you are

I will chill you to your bones

You will thirst like never before

And you will rise to love

The feelings you’ve come to me for

You will sit for hours along the track

Before you begin to know

I’m not a place without a face

But a place to face what’s in you

You cannot reach me, know me or teach me

At best you’ll get to glimpse me

Your cameras blink and you might think

You’ve caught me unaware

An emu, camel, eagle, dingo

Such stories you will tell

But is it all about what you see

Is that all I can mean

No, I see inside you

You cannot hide out here

When you gasp at the star shot night sky

And stare at infinity

Is it just another snapshot

To look at over tea

Look at me, damn it, look real close

Before you retire to your tent

Ponder carefully before you forget

Because forget you surely will

And when you stand with your back to the fire

Coffee in chilled hands

And you stare at the day born horizon

Does miracle leap to mind

Do you turn to your partner

And hold your hands

Do your hearts meet in that place

Because that is what you are here for

I’m not just a pretty face.

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ISABELLA, CHARLIE, JET, WYNTER

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NEW PLYMOUTH

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NEW PLYMOUTH

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COMING HOME ARIA

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COMING HOME ARIA

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THE GREAT UP NORTH

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ENDURING ROMANCE

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ENDURING ROMANCE

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DON'T WALK ON ACORNS

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DON'T WALK ON ACORNS

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WHAT DOES IT TAKE

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ARMADALE THE DREAMTIME

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ARMADALE THE DREAMTIME

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WINTER BLOOM

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WINTER BLOOM

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ALWAYS THIS WAY

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ALWAYS THIS WAY

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CUTTA CUTTA

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CUTTA CUTTA

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HOMO SAPIENS!!

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HOMO SAPIENS!!

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ART, LIFE AND ART

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ART LIFE AND ART

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COOLAH (song lyrics)

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TYRA 2000 - 2013

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TYRA 2000 - 2013

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ROADTRAIN DRIVER

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ROADTRAIN DRIVER

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BLOOD ON THE WHEELS

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BLOOD ON THE WHEELS

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