We woke this morning to the sad news of the passing of @jonschnepp, a creative force and great voice in pop culture. RIP.
Gaia Ice rinks courtyard a summer garden Whose fruits flourish out of season. Shrink sense shards we set to sharpen Those roots tarnish symbiotic reason, Like numb feet falter their master. Chose null garnish to pay planetary treason.
I gave like five friends film cameras and two rolls of film and three weeks to shoot, document their lives. @Founder of @terra_firma_magazine, @sonofwillye, on how it all began. Full interview up now in Vol. 32: https://tinyurl.com/y8rzj5as
Elemental Waters; calm and frightening. Fires; rage and warming. Winds; blaze and cooling. Earth; rough and nurturing. In ponds; small and swarming. In forests; large and soaring. On oceans; fast and boring. On lands; vast and glorious.
If you are genuinely doing something that’s good and new, you’ll stand out. Founder of @terra_firma_magazine, @sonofwillye, on cu0tting through the noise. Full interview up now in Vol. 32: https://tinyurl.com/y8rzj5as
Synapse A piano's poem plays from another room Hypnotic spills spell a certain doom. Plucking chords delay their quiet sorrow, An amber glass bites and blurs tomorrow. Burning pages stoke their final telling pyre, Words on the wind like embers above a fire. Walks through the cold harden the heart's resolve; Alone is not the ending of our plans, so bold. Yet the glitter that she seeks Floats beyond one's wildest dreams And she did not mean to falsen one's hope With an accidental, smiling 'hello'.
When you like something from a young age, it feels like when it translates through to who you are now it’s more genuine. Founder of @terra_firma_magazine, @sonofwillye, on discovering passions from a young age, full interview up now in Vol. 32: https://tinyurl.com/y8rzj5as
Encounter Meet with defenses stout Passive and ill conceived And chit chat fail to mount Short falls in chemistry That law define necessity For that shot to count In compatible personality.
He gave me my first camera when I was five years old; like a little film camera and I used to run around taking photos. Founder of @terra_firma_magazine, @sonofwillye, talks her father introducing her to photography, full interview up now in Vol. 32: https://tinyurl.com/y8rzj5as
It’s really a voice isn’t it? You have to use it to do good things or make change or educate people. I don’t just want to create something that’s got nice pictures. Founder of @terra_firma_magazine, @sonofwillye talks about the responsibility that comes with a creative outlet. Full interview up now in Vol. 32: https://tinyurl.com/y8rzj5as
Post Railroads creek upon their banks Carriages leak and pistons crank Sewer rats squeak along dead tracks Like cowards speak behind deaf backs. Winners though, rarely rely on facts; Witnesses seek in silent packs. History peaks whilst time past midnight cracks. Offered our last with hopeful knack Despite our fuel; sucked from empty tanks Soulless floats as the land shrank, Flooded by waters, that all our sorrow sank.
Frolic Grass green and air clear Naught denied our youthful cheer And fell no jeers Upon our ears, in those years Before the whispers of modesty Spoke of cloth and heresy, Convincing sacrifice of dream. Passing breeze and joy to steer, Fought fiend and damsels held dear And trusted treasures near Between the roots of trees never to veer. Held our secrets safe upon the wind Etching sacred bark with found twigs As amber burst sprightly from its seams.
Lake Talk spent of hideaways insistent Are but sounds of articulate friction Where no words in existence Fall from forms in our diction. A tongue knife no danger to the moon As famine's curse to a silver spoon. A fragile shell upon to make a stand On the sand of a turtle's back Is proof enough we track, Circle, a sun we spiral eternal Through the ever-after external, Lacking a universal symbol, For of our cosmos; witness but a thimble.
Transcribing and editing done for Vol. 32 featuring @terra_firma_magazine founder @sonofwillye. While we put on the finishing touches here is her type portrait...
Letters Shaded by trees peacefully, A knotted hung weaponry Leaves less under the sun. In seeking blame A finger points to every but one; The tortured self esteem Mistakes a slice of life For passion's burning flame But this false mundane Which brought them fame Will not deny their escape— The courage of cowards— When everything's at stake.
Echo With a silent slight of hand, Taken from the faithful a chance By time, an eternal marching band. Bide, with patient purpose pounce, Between the hopeful and impossible, Lies the likely and laudable. A tightrope; Clinged. Slipped. Walk. Danced.
'Here, an echo' by Agatha Gothe-Snape stretches along Wemyss Lane in Surry Hills. A chance and pleasant discovery while strolling the streets and alleys of Sydney: A passing instant Below the threshold of audibility Physical doorways Her right hand upraised Inclusions and misprints A single stamp Plants and birds and rocks and things Dwelling, lying around An untimely fountain Direct sunlight Auctioneer gavel contract Feints and repetitions Not predictably but inevitably A passing instant
The greatest sound in the world. Coffee and transcribing on a grey morning...
Mouse Once, the observer recorded the observed And history did reserve Lives experienced in a traverse But now, recording how we observe To capture in itself the watching state And not the observable’s movement trace.
Getting vocal with @tinyfleur. Vol. 31 featureing writer and founder of Tiny Moguls: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
Aspect Drifted by, asleep at a spirit's pace Once awake, with all the grace Of dancers floating on a lake This world in turn could be the fake And real the place; spiral dreamscape From whence we came And return to when we become late. A work of marble weathered to a face, Adjusted to our time and space But gone when called, without a trace.
It is hard to find people; good people to do the work and for you to also know what you need them to do. @tinyfleur discusses the challenges of transitioning into product ownership as she launches Tiny Moguls. Full interview: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
Alternate Traveled far in this wake, Across a bedded lake. Dazzled inferior at stake, At a loss of what to take. Attempt a record to break, Bough lost and driftwood rake. To hope forlorn a wisher's make, The words to describe our escape, Crossing over, forfeits a namesake.
They want it to sort of be part of their social media platforms and they want to have discussions online and not for it to devolve into a nightmare of trolls. @tinyfleur on the fatigue setting in on online conversations. Full interview: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
Today; hanging out with @sonofwillye; talking photography, self-publishing, zines and @terra_firma_magazine.
Chewbacca. #Solo #Chewbacca @starwars @starwarsmovies
I was writing like a maniac. @tinyfleur on her exiting time at Fairfax Media, kicking-off The Vocal. Full interview: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
People want to do something but they don’t want it to be really hard, complicated and difficult. They just want it to sort of make sense to their habits. @tinyfleur on her goal of affecting change through action-orientated, community driven journalism with Tiny Moguls. Full interview: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
It's been quiet on the interview front for a while but we're back with another type-portrait and exciting interview. Vol. 31 features writer and founder of Tiny Moguls, @tinyfleur: https://tinyurl.com/ych4tbus
The catalyst of our disorder Stems from lacking trauma. Our once prisons, turned exhibits, Across courtyards, the skips of children Echo parental advisory verbatims. Bright honour badges echoing Where hope once was dim But those futures in-turn ripe. Now 'Likes' are counted as were heads Hanging over planks and gallows Lenses turned mirrors, narcissistically shallow. Paused on an infinite dormant civility, Of an indifferent, passive affinity. Lies between crawling and climbing There, but a twist in the incline.
Here we go. Table 6 at the #mcazinefair. So many stalls this year!
Cut-it-out. Stop by the #mcazinefair Zine today and check out a bunch of great creative zines and other self-published works.
Lando. Happy #StarWarsDay, #MayThe4thBeWithYou
Luke and Lorenzo stopped past the #mcazinefair launch party tonight where the MCA crew continued their fantastic build up to this years event. Come find us on Sunday at foundation hall.
Reminder that we'll have a stall at the MCA Zine Fair again this year and are looking forward to seeing all the great zines and self-published works on display. If you're heading down, be sure to come past, say hello and check out our new editions.
Collection Six out now! Featuring creative community manager @windsorknot who talks poetry, photography and helping creators create. Another set of five unique stories, available now from @blurbbooks. https://tinyurl.com/yatjpj7m