Love Letter to the City

Photos, Words

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Sun comes up over city lights.
Street urchins devoured the night.

One person peering out the window sees
another person doing the same
five meters away
yet we’ll never speak to each other
or know each other’s names…
probably.

The city scape isn’t daunting
like the desolating landscape of the country.
In both places though,
the sunrises are lovely.

Life’s a treat.
Let’s go out and wander the streets,
find some decent eats,
dodge the street sweepers,
say hello to the street sleepers,
never know who you might meet.

However many million men, women and children,
life can be resilient
in the heart of the city.
I dreamt that I was here
walking down pavements and alleys,
writing in hideaway cafes,
making myself happy

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Scibble Extracts

Words

A collection of extracts from my journal over these past absent weeks.

12 May:
Second thoughts are curses
Quirky perks disperse with stress,
What’s worse?
An empty lesson or an empty purse?

14 May:
They talk like I’m not here,
not near,
not clear;
a testimony to the idea
that I might be just a little bit weird
and when I talk it’s to an empty room,
a looming truth so what’s the use
of singing to their tune?

16 May:
The landscape’s curling line
echoes my learning state of mind.
The heartbeat of the land,
a sublime stroke by a genius hand.

17 May:
Talking shit again.
It’s well inended, but it’s not making me any friends
so let’s put it to an end and write
something worth something

I got nothing.

18 May:
Feels like I’m fracking in my own mind,
tunneling for diamonds like its a fucking mine

20 May:
I look around and see nobody
because I am the time waster
I am the great procrastinator
I am the perpetrator of my perceived failure.

28 May:
Erase the mistakes
with better choices and a new set of brakes.
Flaky rat race,
and you’ve got shit on your face.
I can’t replace a single piece of time that I’ve wasted.
A lot of us chase our tails
holding back to avoid a fail,
wailing wind gone out of our sails

1 June:
Goodness gracious
Look at all those blank spaces!
Left behind by righteous faces
who’s good graces are crumbs;
who’s crooked thumbs
numbly fire tasers at the cultured ones.

2 June:
A giant cheeky moon plays peekaboo
Shining bright along the hilline
Dark green contrast on a moody blue

6 June:
I’m still alive with a chance to resist loudly,
resist proudly.

7 June:
Satire is dead
and those machines have still got to be fed.
Living in dread of the block heads.
We are the children
of an inbred fictional debt,
cold steel of invisible chains,
the culture of blame in the age of No Regrets

11 June:
Mushroom fumes in stuffy rooms,
purple stain from acid rain.
Doomsday news courtesy of plumes,
pass off blame and ways to complain.

12 June:
A divine horizon stole my breath
but it’s a guess how long the land has left.

14 June:
Sucking life like a ring wraith
closing in on the spaces
of more vulnerable faces
trying to take more time but time doesn’t give,
it takes.

Authors’ Note

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This blog reached 1000 views recently. Well, thank you very much!

It seems a small milestone in some ways. Then I think back to when I anxiously published my first post; I had no idea what I was doing.

Still don’t.

Hijacked Planet was created in a vague sense, as a blank canvas to nurture creative ideas. Blogging has helped me overcome writers’ block, ignore creative self-doubt, explore my writing style and improve technique.

This has paid off and I am now working as the Editor of a newspaper.

I started this thing hoping that it would expand organically, and function like an online magnet for under-nourished genius anywhere, attracting like-minded thinkers and doers.

Steph is one such thinker and doer. She’s an accomplished mentor to me and a close friend and comrade.Going forward we will be working on this blog together, in a collaborative effort I’ve been craving for ages.

The times are changing, and together we will chip away, building something I never could have done on my own.

  – Charli

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Charli and I first met when we were thrown together in a bus full of tourists hurriedly traveling from one side of the United States to the other.

We were the ones who strayed from the group, anxious to see the real America, searching out hidden alleyways and stories of authentic people.

We longed for the history, for the well traveled roads of our favourite authors, for an unobtainable perfection. We were transcendent, Charli was invincible.

We had a desire to change the world, to reach out and challenge perspectives, to start a revolution.

Here we will discuss ideas and ideals, cultivate thoughts, challenge hearts & minds and create something beyond what either of us could achieve alone.

– Steph

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