Poem: Lost In The Woods (from my English Extension 2 Major Work, subsection Forest)

Panic, alone. The claustrophobic canopy
Arrests thought, reason. (get me out)
Alone. Beseiged, upon all sides the silence;
White noise, made of whispering and (help)
The eyes, the eyes, invisible the eyes
In all directions (cut them down) the eyes.

Why are you crying, little girl?

The rot, inhale the breath of trees
Dead leaves beneath the feet slip, bend
The branches (dead or dying) pale
The light, their life in death my enemy
My breath, quick pants unbidden in the throat.
Give them no tears they neither care nor comprehend.

What are you running from?

Exquisite wooden gazes (cut them down)
Alone. Don’t panic, do not run – lost only finds
More loss, deep, deeper in the woods. Don’t hate
These alien embraces (burn. it.) You cannot escape
The roots about your ankles, hide or hie (they won’t
Stop looking at me) fall and breathe, and breathe.

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Man, Autumn's really hit with a bang. Another storm today. According to my dad 60% of the state is in a state of flood and 70% is in a state of drought. Meteorology laughs at basic maths!

I'm trying to learn Play Crack The Sky on guitar. I've got the tune down more or less but I hate hate hate guitar strumming. I am an appalling strummer. Fingerpicking I can do. I just can't do rhythm and melody at the same time, one will always fuck up the other and I'll end up messing up the singing or, more often, reflexively trying to strum on every syllable which, duh, will not work. But it's a really lovely song so I'm giving it a go. If I was in a band I would constantly whine at everyone to do Brand New covers like all the time. Also I need to a) play guitar more often and b) cut my nails - these things always become apparent when I play.

Some lulz for the Aussies.

When Kevin Rudd sits down this year to select a new G-G, through the ancient traditional process of sticking a pin in the Herald Sun gossip pages, he will be making a decision of such weighty import that literally dozens of people are expected to care.

The Governor-General is the Queen's representative in Australia, performing all the duties that she cannot perform because she is too busy hunting grouse or syringing greenfly or blocking hats or whatever it is she does. It goes without saying that whoever becomes Governor-General requires a detailed and expert knowledge of constitutional law, so as they are able to avoid the disastrous destabilisation of our democracy that would result if they accidentally, for any reason, did anything. They should also be skilled at ribbon-cutting; history shows that well over half of Australia's Governors-General have been able to operate scissors.

I had something else to say which was the whole point of this post, but I have completely forgotten what it is. I guess that's life.

EDIT: Oh I remember. I was going to tell y'all that I updated my profile. ^^ Here.