Uprooted status (and, Peej unearthed)

To avoid panic we rendered ourselves enviro-refugees last night and headed to Melbourne ahead of extreme forecasted weather. We stayed with a friend in Brunswick and woke to a light drizzle and little wind. School was cancelled so today we've been climbing trees outside the State Library, skating in St Kilda, taking Zeph to hidden coffee palaces, introducing him to the world of bright sneakers and a general culture of resistance to the desires of intense consumerism, while intermittently tuning into the ABC, CFA, BoM and DSE. We've now just heard it's raining at home and widely throughout the state! Yip-a-de-dee.

In sync with these unfamiliar times I've earthed 'Michel Deguy Compost Tea', a poem by French poet Michel Deguy that I sing, set to cheap effects and have uploaded (plus others) to the mainstream – triplej – to see what sprouts in that particular soil.

You can listen here.

Peej, according to urbandictionary.com, has 6 definitions beginning with a term of affection and ending with a toilet bowl. Perfect for Peej radio. Enjoy the unsound!

"O great apposition of the world"

I finished this new track today - Aussie hip-hop goes rock opera (or, Frank Zappa, whatever!). You can read Michel Deguy's poem, that I use for the lyrics, in the previous post.

Our corn gets a splash of Michel Deguy compost tea

    O great apposition of the world

                                                  a rose field near a wheat field and two red
children in the field bordering on the rose field and a corn field near the
wheat field and two old willows where they join; the song of two rose
children in the wheat field near the rose field and two old willows
keeping watch over the roses the wheat the red children and the corn

     The blue blots like a spot
     The white ink of clouds
     Children are also my
     Country path

Michel Deguy, 1930–. Translation from the French by Clayton Eshleman.