My band DIGANI GACIGA’s first show...

My new band DIGANI GACIGA is playing its first show this Saturday night at the Glitch Bar/Cinema – 118 St Georges Road, North Fitzroy.


THE BOY WHO SPOKE CLOUDS and THE FADING FIRES are also joining us on the night.


For fans of truly eclectic and adventurous music, DIGANI GACIGA is an instrumental band blending latin, electronica, middle eastern, rock, jazz and classical into a creepy mess that would be right at home accompanying a Tim Burton film.


Doors at 8pm.

We play at 9pm.

Entry is $6


Hope to see you there!

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Past Cataracts

Past Cataracts

Out of the corner, through murky memories, and shade drawn glass,

fainted illumination sneaks its way,

past cataracts – past brains – to where reflex feigns surprise.

And solitude and apathy weds the forks of this road,

as family trees tell these stories, over time and delight,

in a chair in the corner, of a room on the block.

One day we will wrestle the flying machines from the sky.

And on the crest of a valley, fronting parcels cut and fenced.

Sits a van on the streetscape, dented by time and resolve,

from use over days, of trips made within.

One day the ground will settle the debts that we owe.

And on the cusp of the lips, of the smiles in the photo's,

are faces that show their truths, over flashes of exposure,

from the lives they have financed, over truths and liars.

One day we will rescue our memories from the images.

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Deflation

Deflation

Listless, I look into reflections,

Insisting that we draw back again,

And we sigh at night skies.

And slowly I revel and sink, because it's…

Just another chapter

Just another crossroad

Just another memory

Just another baited breath

Show me your symptoms,

I'll show you my sanctions.

Fogless, these nights lack subtlety.

Apathy is all that's left to stake on.

And floundering, I embargo myself repeatedly.

And I failed to care of that too, because it's…

Just another lover

Just another friend

Just another blank look

Just another emptied head

Just another set of sunken eyes

Just another buried thought

Just another end

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Begin to end

Begin to End

And in the end, sometimes we start just to get to the end.

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Espousing Privileges

Espousing Privileges

I break sweat.

Or was it sweat that broke me?

I scrape flesh.

Or is it flesh that scrapes me?

I plunge like a ton of bricks sometimes.

And like a good little soul I send these stories and crawl out of home.

With the lights exposed, the lights expose.

They espouse a radiance more sovereign than this.

What of these folk?

What of these friends?

We're all just slaves to consequence sometimes…

And sometimes, muscles remember better than heads.

And others, the mechanics of our senses are just another trap-door to descend through.

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These people…

These people...

These people, they're never what they seem.

These people, they pilfer and scheme.

These people, they spiral and scream.

This person, they piloted this dream.

Those people, they scrape at the seams.

Those people, their eyes fucking beam.

Those people, they are of waning themes.

That person, they don't know what to mean.

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Poema Veinte by Pablo Neruda

Thanks to Danni for showing me these beautiful words.

Hopefully you like them too!

Poema Veinte by Pablo Neruda

I can write the saddest verses tonight.
Write, for example: "The night sky is full of stars,
And far away, blue, celestial bodies tremble".
The night wind whirls in the sky and sings.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
I loved her, and sometimes she also loved me.
Through nights like tonight I held her in my arms.
I kissed her so many times under the infinite sky.
She loved me, and sometimes I also loved her.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes.
I can write the saddest verses tonight.
To think that I do not have her. To feel that I lost her.
To hear the immense night, even more immeasurable without her.
And the verse falls to the soul as dew to the pasture.
It does not matter that my love could not keep her.
The night sky is full of stars, and she is not with me.
This is all. In the distance someone sings. In the distance.
My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her.
My eyes search for her, trying to bring her close to me.
My heart searches for her, and she is not with me.
The same night, whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same.
I no longer love her, it is true, but how I loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to caress her hearing.
Another’s. She must belong to someone else, just as she belonged to my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinite eyes.
I no longer love her, it is true, but maybe I still love her.
Love is so short, and forgetting takes so long.
Because through nights like tonight I held her in my arms,
My soul cannot be relieved now that I lost her.
Even when this is the last pain she causes me
And these are the last verses that I write about her.

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Mutinies Become

Mutinies Become

I’ve walked years with these ornaments –

Hanging over my head like artefacts of past.

I’d swear they’ve become me.

They are the flinting glimmers of hope –

In the eyes of a dying horse.

I’d swear they’ll concede me.

Then life smacked me in the face and asked:

’How much clearer can these souls be on other feet?’

And epiphanies become me in forthcoming ruts

As I realise the obvious and taste what I’ve done.

I’ve circled in this chariot.
I’ve rotated and glided in its flickering seconds.

Even with new feet, the shoes are just as old.

Then destiny calls and yells in my ear:

’How much nearer are these towns if we take back streets?’

And mutinies become me in morose realisations

As I realise this feeling doesn’t mean a thing.

Stuck between two doors and this room is only getting smaller.

A recurring play on my brain and my soul just stutters and chokes a little more.

Because close enough is way too close.

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Fails

Fails

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Ladybug

Ladybug

She keeps her heart inside a box where no one can touch it.

She hides her eyes from mine because she knows I'll stare into them.

She takes me down this line because she knows how much I mean it.

She won't trade in this game because she can't forget that feeling.

I made myself a flailing martyr just to sail these charters.

There's too much damage, collateral and otherwise.

I'm just a spectator that's paid too much for this game.

And too much was never enough to make you forget these scars.

I've scraped my heart this time and I can't make her taste these stars.