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where_my_head_is
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tessa
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Places at home keep popping into my head, for no reason, seemingly at random. I have decided to start recording them. Today: Todman Ave, Kensington. On the racecourse side, looking towards the park.
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080325
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jane
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june 2005 on the back of a motorcycle
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080325
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tessa
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Earlier this week it was Bondi Jn, Oxford street mall looking up the street towards the city. Today it has been all over the place. First: Liverpool St near George St, looking towards Makoto sushi train. Then: In the Dandenong ranges Then: In SGHS, in the hallway near the school office. I have not idea what this is about, why I keep getting these places. Is it something my brain is trying to hold on to / let go of / recreate?
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080405
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tessa
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I think I'm homesick
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080405
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tessa
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Sitting on x's balcony, drinking tea, looking at the coloured flags, discussing... what? everything, nothing
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080405
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tessa
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I've been in the Rocks, and on Anzac Pde outside school and in Kensington and in Bondi Jn and at Eastgardens and in Ultimo near the dog park. It's flooding in. It's like my eye memory is rifling back through all the old files, checking the quality, checking the records.
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080519
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tessa
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Ocean Ave, under the trees
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080530
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birdmad
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somewhere quiet, cloudy and cool
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080530
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unhinged
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swimming in the sea of shit that is blue these days
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080530
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tessa
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Under a mang tree, in an backyard of a real Queenslander house on Wylie St, Brisbane.
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080602
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tessa
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mango
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080602
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unhinged
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the confidence to take the audition the ambition to get it ready the guts to make it fucking happen already i'll do it they'll see fuck you and your mom for hating on me
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080602
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tessa
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I went home and suddenly my head was in London
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081006
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no reason
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it's wondering why nothing works out for some people why things fall into place so much more easily for some than for others
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081006
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no reason
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maybe some people's heads are just too all over the place all the time
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081006
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tessa
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my head as been all over Sydney this last week. The food court under my old office building (why there? i've never consciously thought about that place before) A Darlinghurst cafe The Library Lawn at uni why do these places suddenly pop into my head? A smell? A word? A feeling? I don't know what it is, but it has the effect of making place and space merge, into one long, connected experience
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090511
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jane
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{the Echo}
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090511
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unhinged
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i had a dream right before i woke up that a boy by the name of 'frank buddha' left me a note in my mailbox at work about how he was in_love with me and in the dream when i tried to recall frank buddha's face it was a dirty drunk construction worker i met at a friends' show years ago.... they say hugs rewire our neurotransmitters to/for happiness. science confirming what i already knew thanks to frank....i need good regular hugs.
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past
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not quite screwed on right
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090511
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raze
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somewhere south of the border, wondering what i've gotten myself into, but at the same time not really sweating it that much.
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090511
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belly fire
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having difficulty letting petty things go today feeling like everyone is the enemy and wishing I could just lighten up already
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090512
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tessa
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Botany street, kensington. Near the BP
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090611
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unhinged
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the prescience of that dream slightly eerie a month later: my head is in the clouds remembering his face
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090611
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tessa
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Elizabeth street, Hyde park corner, outside looking towards the courts
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090708
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raze
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in a vase absorbing water
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tessa
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Anzac parade
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090921
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raze
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so far up my own posterior, i may never see light again.
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090921
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zedel
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randwick, near the grocery store where mum used to buy me chocolate freckles
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090927
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n o m
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making stir-fry the other day on acid, i reached into the carrot bag and felt my hands in my head, as if my head was the bag
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090927
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n o m
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or rather as if the bag was in my head
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090927
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cr0wl
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floating like a balloon somebody let go
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090927
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birdmad listening to the pixies
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on the ground (with my feet in the air)
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090928
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tessa
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Newtown near X's house. And then, strangely, Leichardt Street in Melbourne
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091210
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tessa
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why has it stopped? why haven't I posted here in over a year?
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101225
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raze
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buried beneath wet snow.
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240103
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
from
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