ST BARNABAS HALL, MT EDEN
cnr or Normanby and Clive Roads

Friday 7th of December 2007

8:00 to 12:30

Disk Jockeys, dancing, nibble and supper.
B.Y.O. and gold coin donation at door.

Musical items include : Big Tickle Tankard first up at 8:00 o’clock
sharp, followed by Stevie in Orbit and Crunk Dunk until supper is
served at 10:30 then Amber and Henry Baby will spin some disks till we
all agitate the gravel just past midnight.

*Tahi Moore and Lucy O’Ball will preform live with a snare drum.

PRIZE FOR BEST SOCK HOP OUTFIT

XXX

Leaving the picture gallery, the theatre the movie house, where I saw the story of Beowulf be played, by the actors of our day, inhabiting forms as old as human memory, story of monsters and of man and his folly. All mistakes have great excuses; stories that ripple know matter what. But here I left the story and walked out of the page and into the flesh that rots in time now, smells now, the breath of fire in my veins, burning my lungs, with steps slapping against earth, earth that bore me, earth that will consume me. I ask immediately where here now are the monsters of this time, where I walk, let me identify them as they come across me as they raise to strike me I will cast my fate against them. The car with it’s lights it hard shell it’s movement, seemed all the while a terror true enough but it was it snakes poisoned tail that struck in the invisible air, that I saw last in its strike, there was no attacking this creature for it’s horde had bread like ants and I among them a grain of rice. I was left merely to try to record the next monster as it befell me. Not two steps more did another attack. I could not recognize this dark shape, a man, of kind, a dark lump, moving my way, a stranger I did not recognize stole my soul, in not recognizing me, here was a human of my kind here in my place where I was living, who did never see me nor greet or acknowledge my life, my love, my place, so I was cut so quickly the gravity of my fall had to be created in illusion, alone, everywhere the bodies did rain and did the hide did they slice open each others veins and pour all of life’s build into the ditch that carries the seed river seaward before it can be sown. I am with out eyes that can see, with out arms that can touch with out hands that can tell my story to another, I am lost and the monster knew no bounds to the weight in its tail, illusions or none, All were found fell. I’m left to move, with feet, across these to beasts paths, the possibility of threat bread from these creatures I move among them like a stone floating, When I am caught by a third foulest vile thing, all reason to live did rise up in me seeing it’s face, A mirror of an abyss, here the thing moved slowly with out time, finding weapons finding death in effortless ness and endlessness, here there was no purpose to life no, need for finding life, in food shelter, no way of knowing by that which you were called, or that by which you were, only numb lists of file and rank ordered from machines mixing my heads compass with false stories, erasing my deeds value, my life value of place. This demon combined with it’s brother, eating all ties to place to people I was born into, lives that surrounded mine in creation, a lover of my soul, a guardian mate of same build and fire, lost taken, thrown against a sea wall, worn down with out love, This final creature cast me in it’s form, and stood me before gods that humans never bore, and we worshipped them in pain till the bruises gushed wine, in our haste to forgive, the loss we felt, in our mistakes. Removed from all our limbs all our instruments of preserving the life of our love, we are bound to the stakes of this teeming prison to watch the demons run over the last of the living,

Tao wells

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