Poetry
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The Australian Dream
after ‘The American Dream’, by Brett Whiteley The brain is a machine susceptible to corruption working away on incomplete data sets The bird builds a nest fills it with eggs, potential life feeds the young on instinct and hope Green and yellow earth flow down to meet the sea intuition and reason fight for primacy…
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Inspiration and Planning
Today I attended the end of year gathering with my poetry group. We get together in an inspiring place, today it was the National Gallery of Victoria at Federation Square, and we write, if we’re inspired, or sit and ponder, if we’re not inspired. Then we have lunch. I went through the George Baldessin and…
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Performance Artist
This is one of the poems from my recent NaPoWriMo experiment. I hope you enjoy it. Performance Artist I’m shy I don’t want to talk to people they seem so much more legitimate than me I’m uncomfortable my legs don’t sit nicely when I cross them because of my massive thighs I ate luke-warm,…
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NaPoWrimo – Winning
This is a short post to say I finished NaPoWriMo with thirty new poems. Congratulations to me and anyone else who decided to do the challenge. Some are pretty good, others are a bit wobbly. I only had to catch up one. I went through the poems I had handwritten to put them onto the…
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Over half way to May!
This is just a brief update post on what’s happening in April. Things have been progressing well in my world. So far I have completed my poem each day (not today but shhh) as part of NaPoWriMo and making good progress on the show for the Melbourne Fringe Festival. Firstly, the poetry. I’ve been writing…
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NaPoWriMo 2018
I did NaPoWriMo two years ago. In the last few months I’ve had loads of compliments for my poetry chapbook, My Body. No Apology, so I’d like to produce some more poems and make a follow up chapbook. Much of the raw material from NaPoWriMo last time was not so great. I guess it’s all…
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Metamorphosis
When I was fifteen I built a website a fan page to a band I filled it with my poems I used words over and over blood death bones hate Repetition with no subtlety stuff to make a Gothic novelist cringe obsessed with bodily functions and decay with the cold and the dark the website…
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Baby Steps vs. Leaps of Faith
I’m not going to talk about the fact that today is Valetine’s Day and I am not seeing anyone. I’ve recently started attending a Meet-Up group called Abundant Artists. The purpose is to get together with other local artists, predominantly working in visual art, but there are some performers too, and discuss what you’re struggling…
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A Worthwhile Life
27 minutes is how long it takes my father to reply to my happy birthday email. He says his friends, ‘the great unwashed’, came to sing around the piano to celebrate the eightieth year he’s been alive. I don’t send anything back. 75 minutes is how long it takes to catch up on the life…
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Everybody Knows
for Leonard They signed this agreement That nobody else had to die Now what can I tell you, my brother, my killer What can I possibly say? And even though It all went wrong I’ll stand before the Lord of Song With nothing on my tongue And I can’t believe that time’s Gonna heal this…
Fleur Blüm 