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Written by dharmadjore

Entry I knew a guy who lived in Danks Street. He was the master of retouching. He would give me money to get a pastie or a pie. He had a Luke Skywalker type name being a member of the Stars Wars Club. I sold him my guitar under their leaking roof. I was desperate […]

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I just finished watching the ‘ Last Picture Show by Peter Bogdanovich. I don’t get it. I mean here is a movie of pure genius . And yet he made perhaps one or two great films afterwards . ‘What’s up Doc? and perhaps Paper Moon. Nothing comes close to The Last Picture Show. A film […]

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Your life

Your life is your life Your life is your life Your life Is your life Don’t be Shakespeare Don’t be Dylan Thomas Don’t be Charles Bukowski Your life is your life No matter the damage Your life is Yours .

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My place

It was somewhat of a blur the Albion Hotel on the corner of Lygon and Faraday. Dangerous liaisons were the wink and nod . The long table. I’d get there early when the place was empty except for the hard old drunkards that called this place home. So did I. There was something David Lynch […]

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Inside Krishnamurti’s head

Today my book arrived from America. It was a book on the Lotus Sutra from the Tendai tradition out of Japan that came out of China . Tian Tai. The great Sutra came by Australian post smelling of perfume straight out of a rose garden. I bent my nose into the pages that flooded my […]

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Ivan

It’s winter, a young boy stands looking out onto a wasteland of snow. A sparrow flits around his head. The boy shows no emotion. It’s as if he has morphed into stone. He was born in the era of Strawberry Fields. Factories and smokestacks smells of Europe ran through his hair. His parents are memory […]

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Before dawn

This morning I woke early. Still dark I turned on my small lamp and lit a tea candle followed by a stick of Japanese incense. I bowed to my chair . I counted breaths trying to catch the feeling, the sensations, flowing through me. Yesterday my mind was all over the shop , now at […]