The vines twisted around the pergola/in my grandmother’s backyard/were gnarled and old
In a car with my first lover/our relationship fraught, almost over./Song on the radio.
Night shifts summer’s leaves/Date palms rock in breeze/Crescent bay shimmers
It’s a song about the frisson of sexual and romantic connection and what’s so piquant and poignant about it is that the film is about dashed opportunities for such possibilities.
With the murmurings of chatter from other tables around us, our own conversation flowed smoothly, a stream without pebbles to impede the course.
As I pulled up to the Astor cinema and circled around for a park the band’s Everyday Formula reverberated through the tinny stereo system: My whole world's cheap and phony/ Dear hearts get lost and lonely/ I'll get what's coming to me soon.
Introducing some playful rhymes from our poet-in-residence, Damian Balassone...
Vin Maskell Point Lonsdale, New Year’s Eve party, 1976There must have been music. It was New Year’s Eve.
Stephen Andrew Yarra River, Warrandyte, 8 December 1980Word comes from a car radio in the riverside car park. Calling out, surreal, to nobody, “John Lennon has been shot”.
Phil Dimitriadis Watching YouTube in East Preston, March 2014Tom is but a spirit in the night/remembering the love of a Jersey girl.