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Daily Poetry by Jess Knight

Jan 24, 2014

My shrink implored me to write a poem about it. No paper or pen. A lot of screaming and clenching of fists. Stretching out the fingers before they started cramping. Formed fists once again. Resumed the screaming and the yelling, at the top of my lungs. Words not poetic, shouted oh so loud. ‘Asshole’ and…

Keep On Living! (a blood test followed by a rock show)

Jan 24, 2014

I had been looking forward to seeing The Julie Ruin for four months at least. I was in the throws of Kathleen Hannah fever, having seen the documentary about her life so far; The Punk Singer, twice. I had been listening to her back catalogue repeatedly. That is all the music from all her projects…

A Speck Of Glitter, A Lick Of Paint.

Jan 13, 2014

On the Monday morning I am awoken by a text message from him. We were meant to meet up and hang. I was excited and pretty keyed up about it. ‘Oh god I am so fucked today. So sleepy.’ Is what I read while still under my doona and laying low. I feel a heaviness…

All I Ever Wanted. Was. . . To Keep You.

Dec 11, 2013

It is so strange to think that as a young girl she was so obsessed with the concept of having a boyfriend. This would prove she was prettier than her father’s mother had her believe. Her grandmother never once called her pretty. Never said anything about her physical appearance. This would not have mattered had…

Daily Poetry

Dec 3, 2013

she likes to hear me talk of you. After i have had a few drinks. She watches me speak hangs on every word. She thinks it is beautiful how I love you without any demands or hope. I am a woman now. Too old to pretend. She loves to hear me talk about you. About…

Dec 1, 2013

I was going to write yesterday but I recieved an upsetting email, that can only be classified under the umbrella of rejection and this jettisoned me down a self loathing shame spiral. A shame spiral that had me do nothing all day but listen to the Le Tigre back catologue in its entirety twice. This…

Will write about today tomorrow

Nov 26, 2013

I had such a great day yesterday. I want to talk about that. I want to describe how it felt to sit on the grass outside the front of the state library. While the sun shone and the sky was as blue as and vast as how my heart felt asĀ  I sat there on…

Daily Poetry

Nov 20, 2013

‘Tell me what you are thinking. and where to find it.’ I’m thinking of how wrong how silly how stupid i was and still am. To believe you. tiny oaf. ‘Tell me what you are thinking and where to find it.’ If I could be where my mind is. His heart would smash like a…

Nascent Desire And Captivating Narcissism: An Art exhibition by Natalie Papak

Nov 15, 2013

Natalie Papak knows that clay is a very fluid medium to work with. When she comes up with an idea she feels compelled to record it straight away. Clay can be very temperamental so it was important to Papak to have very thorough preparations in the design stage and sketching stage, in order to achieve…