I’ve been meaning to write about my trip to Hobart in June, when I talked with Paige Turner at Fullers Bookshop, but all I’ve wanted to write is my novel, and poetry. How much the human body contains is really moving ahead, into very weird territory. I’m happy spending time there. And in the last few weeks I’ve been painting - illustrating the poems I’ve written this year. So I thought I’d post a poem and painting in the meantime….
How a gnostic meets a demon.
If you meet a demon
in your dream, sing it a song
or show it a goat;
keep the company of an agave plant.
Sooner or later
the devil will reveal his face.
Nothing stays hidden forever.
