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"Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities" Heat rises slowly to rapture flames licking and teasing Blue Ghostgums to stretch and crack wide open as Fire spreads molten sweet sap bleeding burgundy all over amber gold wild bush honey running freely down the rough wood of tall sombre trees swooning over Black Boys hiding striped bush hornets in their ebony nests stinging their songs in the blown back breeze Bees split the lips of virgin bush and kiss ripe red the softness all over of bristling Bottlebrushes while wrestling their velvet needles Kangaroo Paws touch Bird of Paradise and Golden Trumpets entwined with Devil’s Ivy wrap their legs and arms around an orgy of Embers while the wild pale primrose wanton half-woman half-child races towards Home running barefoot like a future Boyd’s Europa chased by Ochre Crested Cockatoos towards the smokiness of a fire come all cunning Opium inhaled scorched Eucalyptus Redhead matches struck, then thrown nonchalantly and lit she’s at once touched and grounded emitting flying Smoke signals she somersaults her unfurling life like a resplendent rare orchid opening her petals towards his eyes behind dark iris they are ravishing caverns of glow worms and she turns towards the back burn of his powerful command dipping brush in blue to paint her eyes through glass a scene Joy could photograph condensation dripping down the glass window frames She sees herself like a stranger cold and hot humming and then naked seen glistening in reflection of the frame like Narcissus pondering her fate They had breakfast of each other swimming naked in Broken Creek’s water then after seeking shelter without warning down it pours they escape hand in hand barefoot over the summer ground steaming fecund and pungent with desire and a new freedom found he leads she follows later tides will turn each caught up in the other Rain now hits her naked limbs seen fractious in the pounding electric thunderstorm broken by the brook then sweat laden where he kisses her in the neck’s nook, she smells of freshly burnt grass no longer green, singed her scent rises pure golden wattle and pine cones, she tastes sweet like burnt sugar cane and her tongue entwined heady with billy can black tea and whiskey now she is drawn and painted naked and raw open to the world for all to see her vanities shine through the door to another softer world with canvas reclined wantonly on wrinkled leather of a chaise lounge turpentine brush strokes over bare feet and breast oil of titian mixed with brunette locks the length of which reach her pulsing navel mound of Venus, he’s hard like a rock genuflecting to dirt music from a gramophone, worshipping Sunday’s sex, slender fingers and toes like the whispering Reeds in a river the tide’s rising as the supine fires linger and caress outside her silhouette the blushing pinks of sun setting in the west and the blue purple shade of curvaceous mountains rise like the beating of heart in her chest Barefoot in the Bushfires of the Vanities like a painting possessed age of consent meets the artist in another dimension, there is magic pudding and Tucker to digest the artist to conquer and divest, she whisper’s in her moment, come here to me my lusty Faulconbridge and caught in her pent up reverie she forgets the angry penguins Boyd, Nolan and Percival, Hester she was in another time, swallowed by lymphoma’s morphine she’s transformed transported to haunt another gentle revolutionary she’s never really known her life, now she exists out of Real time, unfolds a divinely guided understanding he shows her the painting of who she truly is her art and her time tell a story, morphing colours the why for and the reasons artists and poets rhyme, she now sees for once It’s all connected and life turns on a dime (LadyLabyrinth/2019) At Last - Etta James https://youtu.be/DtR0HLpH-pw The Heide Circle: 1. Arthur Boyd https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arthur_Boyd 2. Sydney Nolan https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sidney_Nolan 3. John Perceval https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Perceval 4. Joy Hester (1) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Joy_Hester (2) Biography: Joy Hester http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/hester-joy-st-clair-10493 (3) Joy St Clair Hester (21 August 1920 – 4 December 1960) was an Australian artist. She also wrote poetry and used her drawings to illustrate her words. 5. Albert Tucker https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albert_Tucker_(artist) 6. Sunday and John Reed (1)https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sunday_Reed (2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/John_Reed_(art_patron) (3) Biography: Sunday Reed (John Reed) http://adb.anu.edu.au/biography/reed-lelda-sunday-14395 7. The Heide Circle (1) https://www.smh.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/what-really-happened-at-heide-book-reveals-tangled-lives-of-famous-art-circle-20150911-gjk4mi.html (2) https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Heide_Circle 8. Sweeney Reed: The Forgotten Son (1) https://www.theage.com.au/entertainment/art-and-design/image-of-an-artist-as-a-doomed-man-20020318-gdu257.html Faulconbridge, Blue Mountains, NSW 9. Norman Lindsay https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Norman_Lindsay 10. Redhead Matches https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Redheads_(matches)

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Date: 12/29/2020 12:23:00 PM
Why for the life of me this didn't win POTD, is beyond my feeble understanding of awarded choices in the gelatinous consommé; one of my best so far. I love it.
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Date: 10/29/2019 11:10:00 PM
A perfectly woven tapestry, you even outlasted Etta, and I adore her
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 1/4/2020 11:07:00 AM
https://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/love_letter_from_the_soul_xxxvi_1213927
Date: 7/11/2019 4:48:00 PM
Breathtaking and heart stopping all at the same time. You can pick any tale or fable and make it so much more than it originally was. I can see why this is your favorite. I can only imagine the amount of energy you spent to put this down. I do envy the way you write Leanne. This is an amazing piece that you should be proud of. No fluff just praise for an outstanding piece that I read three times just to soak it all in.
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Date: 7/11/2019 6:06:00 PM
Danke schön Swartzmeister. It takes a large investment in lunacy to write a half decent ode. I am certain I dwell in very good company within the ruffled and loose flying feathered pages of this esteemed club. Welcome back. Can't wait for the next dark venture to be posted post-haste on your schwarz page. x
Date: 7/9/2019 12:07:00 PM
The morphing of a muse into shadows that please. The biblical death of Samson, the immense power of Hercules. Seeping of Dawn's seeds into silent wasted abyss. Ah, rare-gifted majesty of thought, that gave birth to this..... Sets a deep mystery, this poet begs be told. Of life, love, heartache, and sorrows, oft borne by the bold....
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/9/2019 7:01:00 PM
Danke Mr. Poet Extraordinaire. Comments below on what the poem is really all about. x
Date: 7/8/2019 7:35:00 AM
"Kangaroo Paws touch Bird of Paradise and Golden Trumpets entwined with Devil’s Ivy wrap their legs and arms around an orgy of Embers" Love this one too..."It’s all connected and life turns on a dime"
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:45:00 AM
Monsieur A.M. one of a rare breed of fine artistes, here, and in my life, seeking the truth, as pure artists do, do they not? All will come good. "Believe". Life does turn on a dime and in that, there is the art of surviving, no time to be wasted and painting words to bleed colour on page for other spirits of grace to acknowledge and pursue, is not only kind and graceful, it is paramount; this is not a race, this is not a competition for any of us here, of like mind; this is a collaboration. Regards, The Recalcitrant Australian. x
Date: 7/8/2019 7:23:00 AM
Today's discussion across the ocean, between two close and very good friends: Question. No. 1 - How far is loneliness from insanity? I'm asking for myself not about you.
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James Swartz
Date: 7/11/2019 4:44:00 PM
That is a very good question that i don't think hadls been answered yet.
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Date: 7/8/2019 9:01:00 AM
Response. No. 2 - Life is inside out at present, but going outside in, is the beginning of pure truth.
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Date: 7/8/2019 8:58:00 AM
n.b. Spock Morning, rustling under dry leaves below . Revert to my initial response to you above. p.s. "sounds like you've been there mate". well done for surviving so well...it's inspirational to those well-read writing readers. ;) but we digress from the story of the 'art' of the poetic revelry, presented in context in poem above. It is just a story, albeit with all 'true' artists in mind (writers, poets, painters, creative artists). Couldn't you think of something more original?...Queen? Yes, that I am. x And I do love the history behind the Heide Circle. Regards Oz.
Date: 7/8/2019 7:06:00 AM
Brian Eno - Thursday Afternoon
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Lady Labyrinth
Date: 7/8/2019 7:06:00 AM
https://youtu.be/ggLTPyRXUKc
Date: 7/8/2019 7:04:00 AM
Thursday Afternoon, Brian Eno - Art/ avant-garde.
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:05:00 AM
https://youtu.be/Y5c6AMLvhJs
Date: 7/8/2019 7:03:00 AM
Brian Eno, artist, message.
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Date: 7/8/2019 7:04:00 AM
https://youtu.be/d-53tzx69fM

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