Now out: The Wild Word issue #9: Lost & Found

2016/10/26

Photo by mr oCean

It is a true delight to be featured this month in Berlin-based magazine, The Wild Word. There’s a span of about seven years in the three pieces (more if you go back to the beginnings of each piece), which also feature a couple of my favourite collaborators and muses.

Wordless – a poem inspired by poetry.

Suitcase & Sand – a collaborative video piece combining poetry, photography and music. This was performed at the 2015 Queensland Poetry Festival, and is the latest incarnation of a tale that has been through many iterations. This version, in collaboration with German musician Lina Paul, started to come together in Berlin in 2011, but there’s nothing like a looming performance to push me to finish writing something. It took over four years, but think it’s better for the long incubation.

Credits
Poem, Photographs & Video: mr oCean
Music: Lina Paul (hear more from her here and see videos here)
Additional photography: Tams Fletcher, Marsel van Oosten, Colleen Tully-Wilson, Maren Imhoff, Ally Weinrauch, Bettina Leupold and Chris Sanderson.

Escapement – a poetry & photography series, prepared as an installation for the 2008 Queensland Poetry Festival. This is another one that’s part of a larger and many-versioned tale, actually another aspect of the same tale as Suitcase & Sand. Mysteries and wonders, loss and escape. Part 6 borrows lines from Brisbane poet, Nerissa Rowan.

Check them all out here, then be sure to explore the rest of this magnificent mag.

Photo by mr oCean

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For Inspiration & kreative Gesellschaft

2012/08/30

The last five years in my life were five of the best. That stemmed primarily from the wonderful, warm, creative people I met while living in Berlin. From them came a sense of community, of shared endeavour, and a constant buzz of inspiration.

It was those things that led to the formation of the artist collective, A Headful of Bees, and next week, my delightful and fabulously talented colleages are running Do It Together workshops as part of Berlin Music Week. So if you’re in town, why not go along and pick up a dose of that fantastic momentum that I got from these people? The underlying concept is learning how we as artists can be our own music industry. We’ve seen it work for the shining beacons of DIY/DIT like Amanda Palmer; find out it if can work for you!

5€ gets you into as many sessions as you want on the day (Friday the 7th for the Bees’ workshops), and to be sure you don’t miss out, you can pre-book your tickets here.

And then, to feed your inspiration further, why not check out a splendid assembly of Berlin’s finest singer-songwriters at Lovelite?

 

And if that’s not enough, there are special Berlin Music Week Sofa Salon living room concerts on the 5th and 7th! So much shiny in such a short time! Be sure to have some surgical-grade duct tape on hand, in case your heart explodes with delight!


A Twilight Shore

2012/08/12

Part 1

An ink-black sky and bright sea underneath
– a storm that never breaks –
just the rumbling, old-man voices
of wind and waves, rising and falling in argument,

and the sand, hissing cold
through the dry grass on the dunes,
where a dim glow dances
between shrunken, groaning timber.

Like shipwreck sails, the tattered dresses
of the Caretakers whip against their legs.
Bent into the wind, bent with age,
they walk the strand and scan the water’s edge:

no sea-shells, no boats, no messages
in bottles – not any more.
The only thing these waters bring,
in their phosphorescence and foam:

a traveller at her jouney’s end –
one more body
washed up
on the twilight shore.

Electric drawing by mr oCean (c) 2007

Part 2

Wake up, weary traveller.
Come warm up by the fire.
Take another spoonful now:
it’s all that you require.

Wake up, weary traveller.
You’ve further yet to go.
Where your journey takes you now
is not for us to know.

Stand up, weary traveller.
We’d love to have you stay,
but your footprints are ahead of you;
it’s time you were away.

Go now, weary traveller.
Although you may be dead,
follow where the sea-breeze blows;
you’ve one more dream ahead.

Walk on, weary traveller.
Tire not, weary traveller.
Walk on, weary traveller.
We wish that we could, too…

Text: mr oCean
Music: Lina Paul
© 2011
Illustration: mr oCean ©2007


Trawled

2012/07/24

Over the last year or so, my esteemed friend and colleague, Dreynardine, has been trawling the mr oCean Archive of Unfinished Musicks and turning his finds into exquisite noise. And the result has emerged into the world:

I am absolutely delighted with it. It is unsettling at times, beautiful at times, noisy quite a lot of the time, and curiously ambient.

Here is Dreynardine’s description to accompany the 2nd part of the series, A Wimple, A Stain:

Deep on the oCean floor outside the bounds of natural light, a Dutch galleon decays regally. Strange eyeless creatures inhabit its portholes and the ancient timbers creak and groan. Elsewhere Poseidon plugs his axe into a cranked Fender tweed amp and shakes out an aquatic blues crackling passing jellyfish with sparks of electricity.

Enjoy the oddity!