OUT ON THE TOWN

OUT ON THE TOWN.

19/01/10

So I sit down and take a break at the restaurant beside Circular Quay.

My eyes flit to the Bridge, ah splendid in it’s engineering masterpiece, spanning my most beloved harbour.

Nestled underneath this monolithic coat hanger is Luna Park, all-aglow in the dark.

I watch as people stroll past, row upon row.

A tape inside my mind, poetic verses of Keat entertain me.

Fine dining beckons treat myself.

I sit with my ghosts, my loved ones dear.

Whilst I imagine Amy’s girl child beckoning near.

I dine on lobster, Maître De whispers, ”Eat with fingers.”

My place is set with eight pieces of cutlery.

“Prince William is in town”, says he.

He stays in the castle, right behind Circular Quay.

Would he wish to dine with me?

Eat lobster with his fingers; be free and anonymous just like me.

Thank you, East West Restaurant.

My ghostly friends thank you, too.

Remember how we dined here many times, my mother, Jean Josephine, with Virginia Jean.

So fill my plate with sweet dreams and visions.

Then walk me down, through columns tall.

To home, James pleases, on the Manly Ferry.

Out on the town, I’ve had a ball!

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ULLI’S EPIC EVENT

27^TH NOVEMBER 2010

Night sparkles in gossamer splendor.

Wind dances with trees outside.

Dappled-pink Fiona lilted a magic carpet song.

Sway, playing sweetly on brand new guitar.

Chloe, the dog, dances with Flame.

Fiona’s son, Josh, merrily drumming,

Giving his all, answers the call.

Flame, gong a’whirling, “laughter filling the room” says Nicole.

Sweet Martha dreaming a memory tale.

Phil panning away with his flute and recorder.

Robyn, Ulli, Phil and Alex jaw harping finger pianos.

Rosie warbles a whistle,

Annie claps hand-painted wooden spoons.

Kerry and Chu dance in rhythm.

Iggy tells of being at Joshua Tree.

Nicole swans, curling up on the couch.

Sharon and Uren (his name it means pine tree) tell of delights, their five children and adventure.

Micha gives invites to his exhibition.

“Yes, we will go”, says Nicole, with glee.

Barbara toned to the inky, blue night.

Possem vaudevilles, storytelling and dancing, then seriously welcomes all in Gurringai style.

Magic orbs filter through the open doorway.

“Glad to be here, Ulli”, they say.

“Welcome, welcome cosmic light.

Come and visit us tonight.” Ulli sings tonight.

“There she sits in regal splendor, a music queen upon her throne”, states Nicole on our way home.

Silver top hat crown of Music, we love coming to your home.

Thanks for your gracious hospitality,

Your gifts of music time and space.

We hover on the edge of dreams,

And fall asleep in reality’s grace.

Virginia Gow

28/11/2010

Threshold

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