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Can’t touch this

y=1/x²+2. Similarly,
1/y(x²+2)=1. Since
1/1=1 then
y(x²+2)=1, so

x²=(1-2y)/y, and

There is no x for y=0!

Glitch Paper Napkin

An edited fragment from a larger fractal themed piece that I wrote back in 2011, mixed down using Audacity onto what I’m tentatively calling a Glitch Paper Napkin. The napkin is immune to glitching in Wordpad when clean, but I can introduce small vulnerabilities if the paper is not loaded in straight. There are plenty of angles left for me to study the effects of on my Glitch Paper Napkin without making things complicated by scribbling on it, but there’s an endless supply of it…

Glitch Paper Napkin poem

Glitch Paper Napkin poem

Sydney to Ceduna return – Photo Essay (Part 13)

   Memories are ribbons
   of Cape Barren Geese
   in a noon seabreeze
   south of Port Neill

Ribbon of Cape Barren Geese

Ribbon of Cape Barren Geese

   silhouette streaming
   near midnight beneath
   a moon growing over
   Yandinga Gorge
Cape Barren Geese with a Gawler Ranges Midnight Moon

Cape Barren Geese with a Gawler Ranges Midnight Moon

   If it’s the first time
   you’ve seen Cape Barren Geese
   memories are Emus
   that look out of place
   once or twice
Emus? That can't be right.

Emus? That can’t be right.

   until you approach
   and they strip the beach
   down to just you
   sand, dunes, and ribbons
Cape Barren Geese 2
   and a persistence
   of vision that swings
   like a pendulum
   some say obsession
Cape Barren Geese on Hex Canvas

Cape Barren Geese on Hex Canvas


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Dialogue written mostly with ANSI characters. Translation to speech provided by Google Translate.

Cut and paste the text into Google Translate – English to English – and press the speaker button, or if that doesn’t work for some reason I’ve put a recording up at my podbean. Enjoy!

Glitch Art Spider and a Code Ku

I’ve broken many a bitmap image in my attempts to learn the art of Glitch Art, making them inoperable in the process. I have finally succeeded in breaking one properly! While I was at it I constructed a cut-up haiku from the code to go with it. More of the glitch art to come in the future, hopefully with lengthier codepoems.
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Glitch spider

Glitch spider

Night Like an Empire Falls

My contribution to Water Under the Bridge: IPM2015 has been published today at Bonnie McClellan’s Weblog

Night Like an Empire Falls.

The poetry on offer during this International Poetry Month is, as always, of a very high standard and I’m thrilled to be taking part.

Many thanks to Bonnie McClellan.

Sydney to Ceduna return – Photo Essay (Part 6)

Mount Lofty Ranges

Mount Lofty Ranges

It came to me in a dream. I was parked on a verge north from Burra by the Barrier Hwy, 20 km south of Hallet. The shadows of low cumulus clouds were dreamily drifting over the wind turbine-lined slopes of the Mount Lofty Ranges; the soft yellow glow of an immense wheat field backscattering off the dusty metallic grey paint of Vincent. I was genuinely happy, and had an inexplicable craving for Weet-Bix with butter and vegemite. I brought my journal out, and used Vincent’s boot to write a poem on.
   Like Starry Sparklers over the Mount Lofty Ranges,
   so are the windswept powers of turbines
   (insignia of Mitsubishi, in my informed fancy).
While my thoughts moved back and forth between the images in search of the next part, the apparition of a shingleback lizard appeared to me. I recognised it from the day before. It poked a dry gumnut flower with its blue tongue. “Like the exuviae of our nymphal instars, so are the fields of pinkish-brown cross-stitched with yellow dwarf thread,” he grinned, widely.
Happy looking shingleback

Happy looking shingleback

I stared a little disbelievingly out at him. “You shed your skin in pieces,” I said. “It’s not an exoskeleton that you can just wriggle out of.”
Without another word the shingleback turned, and toddled off into the wheat field.
Toddling off shingleback

Toddling off shingleback