Poet Interview – Kim Cheng Boey – Cerise Press

January 29, 2014

During my morning readings I stumbled upon a great interview of Kim Cheng Boey at Cerise Press. He is a contemporary Singaporean/Australian poet who currently teaches at the University of Newcastle, Australia. As you may guess in an interview with a poet, he discusses his own craft and where he draws his poetry from. It is (perhaps to put words in his mouth) to make sense of the past, to find meaning and to bring it alive again. His story of travelling and searching resonated a lot with me and I think it will, too, with a lot of poets out there. It is also nice to find some new poets now and again to help inspire out own work…the link to Cerise Press is below and it is well worth a look.


It is also ironic for myself that I am really just discovering about this poet who was my poetry mentor at university. That we share so much in style and experience, and how oblivious I was to it, and self-absorbed with my own work without looking outward…I guess there is a lesson there!




Another beginning…

January 27, 2014

It has been a while, people. 6 weeks to be accurate to time. To be vague, I have been back to the country of my formative years, revisited another I had lived in for a time, and now I am starting up in a new one. I spent time with family and old friends and learnt again that people don’t change and not to worry, just get on with things and let them get on with theirs.

So, that is perhaps what I am writing this post about. Taking care of my own business and getting the shop in order. The blog has become a beast of its own and some posts I make are just made for the sake of making them, be they poetry, prose, personal, or psychotic! Often just me talking to myself…like now.

I started this blog for the art of it all, to find a community to be critiqued and criticized and create meaningful dialogues in the hope of moving forward. I have always found it hard to be a part of creative communities…perhaps my own fault! Though I have met a lot of awe inspiring and enviable writers here, I hope to find more. You inspire me to be better. So if you care or not or are reading this for the first time thinking WTF?, then that is my mission objective and change of some sort will come soon. Basically, I’m cutting the fat, keeping the bacon and concentrating on these bloody words.

Paz y abrazos gentes!


Perceptions – Poem

December 13, 2013

What are eyes

but organs adjusted for light?

They see me

in one dimensions.

I see myself

with myriad thoughts and senses.

Together and against each other

we reflect

falling and floating in flux.

I feel like my toes

are inches from a ground

that ever recedes.

The world pushes in and out

all around me.

Invisible pressures press upon me.

Their great inhales and exhales

never touch

but warp none the less

sucking in this vacuum.

Life around me stretches and contracts

I can do naught but go along.

From the outside

how now must I look?

From the inside

how now have I changed?

I land on wobbly feet

vision hazy

ears ringing

all senses and thoughts


from the lengthen and shorten

until they relax, recede and settle.

Your eyes still see me

never the same as before.

I find myself

from this mere moment

ever different once more.






Isles Poetry – On Credit

December 12, 2013

The sun swoons over the bay

drunk on its own heat.

Expanding over visitors

who pay the price for idleness

with throbbing tans.

The flame of their imaginations

fanned by thoughts of the future.

Of lives appreciated

from short sold holidays.

Only thoughtless wishes

bought on credit.


Back at home we ride office tables

like hurricane flotsam

the only thing keeping us afloat.

In the distance of computer screens

we see oases shimmering

merely reflections from windows.

The lustre of dreams fades

to reality and realisation

that escape is indefinite.

Only thoughtless wishes

bought on credit.




An Ending + Lazy Posts

December 3, 2013

This is a lazy post. Or perhaps its a rational one. I think its both. The below poem was a fragment to a poem. The start of a poem that was meant to end, but was left. I like it however. As although it is small and was the start to a poem, it is also an ending. It is both. Going back and trying to change it would alter what I felt before. It would add the me of now to the me of then, and, although we are the same people, we are in different times and places. So in that way, it is rational to leave it as it is. And it is also lazy to leave it as it is.


An Ending

A peach sunset falls slowly over the bay.

The beach cools, the tourists shake their towels and stroll,

the shadows on the green hills darken.

I sway in my seat, sip my beer, and mull.


Isles Poetry – Connexion to Mars + Thoughts

November 28, 2013

 The journey is almost complete. I have 1 more hour left of work. I have let my replacement take the rest of my classes and I will…well I don’t know. Have some drinks? Do some writing? Watch TV? I am all excited, nervous, and unsure about what is next. Even the next couple of days. I still have to do a couple of things, but there is nothing really to do but catch a plane and all the shit that that involves…first world problems…really, no plans, except the rest of my life.  Just another step down and a darkened space below. That was a long way of saying, ‘I don’t know what to write.’ Perhaps when I reach the afterglow, when I leave and reflect back I will have some thoughts. I still have many incomplete poems to finish for my poetry project Isles, which recounts my thoughts and experiences of 6 months of life working on a little island in Thailand.

Here is another poem for the compilation…digest.

Connexion to Mars

The speedboat thumps over a sea like broken glass;

sparkling, jagged and blue.

I recline and rock with the motion

shading my eyes while stealing glimpses

of clouds like thought bubbles in the sky

thinking beyond these

of one way tickets to Mars and the fact

that there is nowhere now we cannot go.

Other passengers grumble discontent at the crowds

disturbing their deserted paradise.

Mystery is the bliss

of the ignorant fantasies we create.

But reality and its routines create familiarity.

From one tropical island to the next

we pass dozens more

filling a line up to the mundane.

Plane tickets to deserted paradises

are packaged with paradox illusions.

Connexion has killed isolation.

Mystery dies as we are one step

closer to Mars.



Darkness is spreading! Free Verse and Music

November 16, 2013

Dark Moon

Good evening everyone. The night has started and the bats are out performing their swoops under the lamp light. To celebrate the death of day, here is a dark post for you all; just some free verse of dark intoxication, a picture of the cloud captured moon, and a review and recommendation for some Satanic music (golly!).


The free verse first, as this is meant to be a weblog of words first and foremost! This is inspired by a run I had the other day and as I ascended the hill I kept pushing and pushing and I did not know how I could make it…but I did…somehow. As you do when you run, yours thoughts drift off into strange places and I was imagining how I would feel if dark and forces from with out took control of me from within…and this came. It is more like an open letter a person is writing to himself and perhaps an impotent warning to others.


Underneath and inside me there is a portal. An entrance to a sphere of flame smaller than a candle though mighty like a singularity resting somewhere beneath my heart between my lungs and hinting at limitless power willing to be harnessed from somewhere with out. I discovered this weird on a run and as I ascended a hill flames torched through my chest. I was staggered by the energy, feeling exhilarated with the power of another from another. As I pushed harder the glorious pain spread with aching fingers of force throughout my body tearing me down thread by thread and then forming me again with inspired inspiration. I felt the agony of this destruction and then the ecstasy of my reconstruction. Reaching the peak my heart pounded with deep and slow blows as if it was a giant’s fist hammered within me to come out into this world. I put a hand over my heart scared at its movement and the knowledge that it was not I who made it beat. I wanted to smile and to weep at this secret I had found and held inside. A force had touched me from beyond. In a single moment it had seduced me and hooked me like some insidious demi-drug. I knew then as I know now that I will never be able to relax again. Moments of stillness and quiet only amplify its cries. This hungry babe sinks in its amorphous fangs and tears my flesh to suckle. At once I am terrified and pulsating with life. Feeling it feed my body while it feeds on me, what people call the soul that I had never understood before. With its potency I plunge deep into life drawing on everything and everyone, working until my bones ache until the force inside is the only thing propping me up, luring me on with unsaid promises of things granted by this other world within. At each apex of achievement it tells me there is still an inch to go and then another- until forever. I know what I am now; a pawn and pendulum between worlds a bottle neck for this power a thoroughfare of the universe as they battle to stretch me open. Just the keyhole in a door to a boundless dimensions never designed for me.


Satanic music? But, I love god! Bear with me…The band I recommend…Ghost B.C. and their new album Infestissumam

So the band is called Ghost (B.C.). They had to add the B.C. for trademark reasons, though they say they are Ghost through and through. I got the album through a review giving it 9/10. My first listen was from a nap. I put on some music and woke half way through this album not realising what it was but thinking, ‘wow, this sounds cool.’

How to define this music? They hail from Sweden which is one of the stalwart metal countries and I would categorise them as such. Yes, it is often hard to recommend metal to people. Some often have an image of the genre fixed in their brains of long haired tattooed men screaming about killing babies. That can sometimes be the case (haha), but it is a broad and massively diverse genre. But, I am not here to defend the genre. This is a band that fans of the genre will like, and may surprise those who like rock music, but who seldom dip into such dark worlds. Who knows you may like it? It may even become a guilty pleasure.

Though are Ghost even a metal band? They define themselves as a “theatrical rock band”, and make dark melodic rock/metal that is often groovy and psychedelic with plenty of keyboard/organ melodies and catchy riffs. They are a ‘black metal’ band in the original sense as in Black Sabbath and others of their ilk. Thematically ‘black’ and not at all musically black such as a band like, say, Emperor. The singer sings melodically, often in ominous church choir hymns and with ghoulish rasps. Their lyrics are Satanic. Yes. Satanic, but not grotesque. As Ghost said themselves, coming to one of their gigs is a great way to break your usual routine and pretend to be a Satanist for an hour. After a listen you will no doubt be humming the catching tunes and lyrics, “Come together, for Lucifer’s son.”

A Satanical Theatrical Rock Band…really? Yes, and the gigs take on a very sinister, theatrical mood to match the music. A lot of the older fans like the gigs because it reminds them of going to their first Kiss gigs and similar bands of that genre and era…apparently. Are they Satanists? Am I going to go to hell for listening to this? I don’t believe they are serious. They said they were raised around the genre from a young age, so the themes are very natural to them. As I understand, they moreover want to make great music and do something different and awesome that they themselves and fans can enjoy. One member professed that their tour bus usually has Euro trash pop music pumping…so yes, they may actually be affected by the devil.

The band come on in character (their real identities are unknown…spooky) and dress as a congregation of Satanic clergy to perform with the band members, ‘ghouls’, dressed in all black coats and hoods and their lead singer, ‘Papi’, dressed as the congregation leader in satanic Pope style. One of my favourite songs is the hauntingly melodic Monstrance Clock and you may check it ‘ere… http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Dxr5sKyK8ys. I think that will give describe more about the music and their band than I can. I will end by saying- Good band and album. Highly recommended to rock fans and if you want to escape from the norm of your listening, I hope you give them a try.

That is all from me. A monster of a post. I hope you liked parts or all of it.

Peace and regards.



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