The poetic bureaucratic stylings of a real estate agent.

#1 in Found Real Estate

Hi Carmen
 
If you look at the form
the number you are claiming is a “1”
in your account number
looks very much like a 2

It is very similar to the other 2s you have written
and looks nothing like the 1
you have written in your bsb

Both myself and our accounts staff
have checked the form
and believed this to be 2

I have also consulted with Adam
and asked him to check the form
and he also said he thought it was a 2
and compared to your other numbers
it was not a clear 1
 
I can have the emails resent to you
from our accounts of the first dishonour

Please submit a new form
with the correct numbers written clearly
ensuring both pages are signed

Thank you
Belle


#1 in Found Real Estate

Fire Skin (Andrew Bird feat. Alison Avron)

THIS LIGHT THAT

After Hildegard Von Bingen

It is.	
It is in.
It is in this. 
This light.
This light that.
That I.
Light that I.
Light that I sometimes.
I sometimes.
I sometimes.
I sometimes see.
Is it? Is it just now?
In this light that I sometimes see?
Though.
Though not.
Often.
Not often, another.
Another light.
Another light, is it?
That I.
Light that I.
That I.
Call. Call. Call.
I call.
Just now.
I call the Living.
I call the Living Light.
Is it? Is it?
I call.
When?
When and how?
And how.
How I.
How I see this.
This, I cannot say.
How I see I cannot say.
But as long.
As long as I long


This Light That

Boxer #2

For Zoe


Stitched fists dance
in front of his face

like sad drunks
demean a bartender

A knock-out punch
(A right hook

One eye closed
Brow flat nose up

Nostrils flare lips pout
Mouth overflows devotion

to the last punch
to the Land of Exertion)

swings through intense night
under immense bets

Tongues explode
Angry swells

crash against anger
Teeth pop like corn

Only water rinses his thirst

Hair outcrops the shallows
Muscles sand dune

Knock-out winds
ripple cloth

Fish-netted skeletons
bathe in salt

Shadows twist black
thick thin possible

Bluffed, he whistles
through taut gills

*

This poem was inspired by artist Zoe Croggon. You can find her work here: http://zoecroggon.blogspot.com.au

Boxer #2

Bitter Little Yellow Fruit (feat. Alison Avron)

On a foggy winter morning a farmer wakes from his dream of a crow trapped in a cage being drowned in his farm’s dam. When he inspects the dam he finds an abandoned bathrobe and the frosted footsteps of his neighbour, Margaret, walking into the water. But no Margaret. Her house is empty and there’s no note or sign of disturbance. Anthony must sift through the clues in Margaret’s paintings and their relationship to find her...

Into the Fog is a fiction podcast supported by City of Melbourne.

Writer, performer: David Maney
Sound design, mix, composition: Ben Keene

http://www.benkeene.net/

Into The Fog (demo)

A pandemic, a medical diagnosis, and a monster in the mind soon turn David Maney into the director of his own horror movie.... what is lurking in the shadows?

Dawn of the Covid featured in the Winter edition of The Victoria Writer, published by Writers Victoria.

Written and performed by David Maney
Produced and composed by Ben Keene

Image description: Silhouette of dark figure stands in the rain at night. Behind the figure is a bright white light that casts a long shadow of the silhouette. Text on screen is written in white outline, all caps. The font looks like blood dripping down a wall. It says 'Dawn of the COVID'

david maney