the corso, and the passers by
In the distance the Bower breaks white and sweeping and a surfboat glides by sweetly on an unbroken wave into the corner and the golden sun and blue sky blesses us all.
Posts tagged ‘Works’
Mar 17
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a home of bones and charnal dust
The high rafters of the cooking room hide platoons of giant rats; sleek, fat, black and fed to bursting from their nightly foraging from the split edges of the bags
windsurfing, jaws and the karaoke misunderstanding in dongguan
why food and drink and karaoke are a dangerous combination
paganini, tognetti, musica surfica and d hynd finless
Proof that surfing is art, or music .. or the classical pursuit of an epehemeral moment that weds the sea to the violin.... whatever.
the great tsunamis
Links to Sydney / Hawaii / Japan / Philippines / Indonesia and Taipei - the 2011 'quake and tsunami
advice to the school leaver
The chance of attaining a paying career that provides a lifetime of intellectual challenge or the opportunity to get amongst the BIG money early; the expensive drugs, the attractive companions, the foreign cars with faux-walnut dashboard fascias. Ivy Bar membership and quality sexual encounters in public places.
corso nights
A young girl comatose from drink is dragged away from the gutter where she sleeps by three men who tell the watchers that they are all old friends, they disappear with her into a darkened laneway.
hell on earth
Andy Smythe lives in The Catoundra Boulevard in Cessnock and he would like it to be known that in a few short days he will be opening and closing his own doors.
the holy rolling righteousness of haste
Haleish is much bigger, a solid lad with his twin black rat tails tied together by a black silk ribbon. The underground concourse and its labyrinth of runways is their yard. They know its inches.
bob evans and his bronte surf movies
Grunts and gasps, howls and sighs, laughter and heavy breathing. Ecstatic groaning. Roaring approval. Surf movies, or porn? ..
billy cobham on drums
We remembered the late Frank Zappa and his astonishing admonition of another Sydney Audience ' Don't come stoned ! '
never look back
Well I walked up the beach and past the pandanus cove and stopped a while by a surf school proned out on the sand as their coach pimped his authority over them and played for passing trade amongst the thronging idlers who wandered their aimless path with me.
surfers who work ~ what to wear?
The temptation to rip a piece of metal from the unresisting flesh of an apprentice may well be impossible to resist - kindly take this as a warning.
melbourne and its attractions
Stayed in a Lygon Street hotel (bookshops, Italian touts outside all the dud restaurants) and all about 20 walking minutes from city centre . Lovely pub, not too pricey, and lots of very friendly young men hanging around the lobby - wanting to see my room. So many interior decorators down there.
surfers who work ~ ambience in the workplace
Neighbours to the site should also be expected to have towels, wetsuits and surfboards draped hung and lent on their fences and shrubs. They should expect that their water supply be made available, their daughters admired, their cars ridiculed, their driveway rights ignored, and their hearing diminished.
pan-fried crumbed snapper with anchovies.
- and there .. ! The distant white trail of a surfer gliding down the black face of the fourth wave. The biggest of the set.
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