Dear Friend,

Here's a link to my new Weblog:

http://www.lisaroberts.com.au/content/blog/blog.php

Giselle danced to keep alive her love.

More dancing!

Legless and mindless?


I actually verge on the tea total.

This drinking thing is all a front!

the most from each moment.

My current joy is: http://www.lisaroberts.com.au/content/antarcticanimation/antarcticanimation05.php

and http://www.lisaroberts.com.au/content/antarcticanimation/antarcticanimation.php


I'm keen to converse with people who have had a moment in that icy landscape, either physically or imaginatively, to see what we might come up with for Animating Antarctic Landscape.



If you are a converastionalist, we might converse through words, pictures, gestures and sounds.

Throw some ideas around.

Make something.



Perhaps there's a sound for a calving berg, or thunderous cravass: a deep and earthy double bass?

You might want to have a go solo: moving image and sound?

Yes.

And she may well respond.

Hist...

gok

gok

gok

The brown marsh frog calls.

Things seem to fall into our lives when we least expect.

It's rare; it happens.


Like fish falling from my mouth
swimming to where they want to go
(and that's their business, not mine),
my most secret desires
resonate with the universe and connet.


Not like reading Deborah Hay and doing what she tells you to.
I don't mean that.


Like today.


At work (school),
the teacher who sits beside me asked me if I was going to be around next year.

No I said.

Have you thought of teaching with the Distance Education High School?

Never really thought about it.

Then I thought how my most significant relationships connect from a distance,
through writing and emailing and sharing pictures.
I love teaching individuals,
not so much whole classes.
Perfoming in front of a group of people is not my thing.


So I'm going for it.


This idea helps me recognise things about myself that I hadn't thought about before.

At least not consciously.



We'll see.

Whatever happens...it will be a journey.

Hopefully not too fishy.
And hopefully not a short dead end.


(There, I've told a tail)

Hands tight round
her belly cupped,
Eyes fix on him.

Two bud within.

Blood rose in drops
From pool
To pen
A future story.

Petals and stars spinning
a new beginning.

Dawn unfurls, grey clouded,
unwrapping from my sleeping partner.

"You've got ten minutes
to get back in here
or the cops will be out
looking for you!"

Angry man's voice next door expires,
then sounds of things thrown
deaden the morning.

Love making slumbers back into sheets, surrendered.



Rain and darkness gather towards midday

and blue breaks suddenly through clouds.


Frogs sound through warming air

and leafy shaddows feather through our window,

gathering words to hold some light.




Voices dissipate.

Light is right silent.


No way

can be so brutally

predicted.

MOTHER:



Yay!!!

At 8:11 PM on Saturday 12 November 2005, Joshua Chaim Chapman was born at Masada Hospital in Caulfield Victoria. At 8:18, his brother Benjamin Jacob Chapman joined him. Joshua weighed 2.79 kg and experienced some distress on the way out, but is doing fine in the special care nursery. Benjamin weighed 2.53 kg and is fine. Mum is fine and we are all very happy.

Avi Chapman (proud father)