Tag Archives: 2006/7

farew el warno

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this is a poem i wrote with the help of a couple of cats i know – pecan and jack – ah man i defy you not to weep from word 1

warne

so bad i want you

warney when you go away

i lose all my reference points

even michael hussey has lost all

meaning and technique

is all im left with running thr

ough my routines with something far

more complex than dedication now now

youre gone warney howm i

sposed to live without you each thought

of you is a lightning strike

that turns another organ to dust fl

ashing eyes glinting gabana studs n teeth

make constellations in the imaginary

everything hitherto

reals nebulous

you riddle history with bullets

and leave

nothing but

the hope of a comeback

i

need to see your thick fingers

flickin the sky again

and again my love

will not wane

day 21 poem

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gotta try n write a fucking poem

when i didnt even get to watch any of

the fucken cricket i had the radio streaming into the emerald hill library

where i was working figuring if warne made that century no one

ld complain about the noise

turned it off when he got out and

stayed glued to the wkt column ticking over

on the cricinfo ball x ball

it was shocking to watch

the end of the world as we know it day 3

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4 yrs ago the scg scriptwriters penned a blockbuster as steve waugh pounded a boundary from the last ball of the day to make a century in what many thought may have been his final test match.

there were moments today when the collaboration between these same scg writers and the warne scriptwriters seemed like it may have gone just too far – they tantalised the world with the almost real possibility of that century. at least they firmly planted the idea in all the minds. i was thinking of what i would write if it happened. THEYVE GONE NUTS! that was basically all i could think of.

it would probably have been enough.

the end of the world as we know it day 2

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theres nothing i hate more than a huddle. england love them everyday in everyway. theres nothing that expresses less about a team as a functioning unit. prescribed moment of bonding. england though are working another display of comraderie towards a similar level of hateful absurdity. today mcgrath bowled a delivery to flintoff that ripped back and beat the inside edge of his bat – cut im in half. collingwood came down the wkt and the two batsmen touched gloves. gideon haighs been counting englands glove touches – cook had 4 before hed even scored a run.

two great moments of commentary

1. today i listened to the radio. at one point okeeffe described flintoff as follows : eye like a dead fish

hes as strong as an ox

thats why they call him rhino

turns out okeeffe was actually referencing darren gough who when asked why his nicknames rhino said because im strong as an ox.

makes for an interesting series of substitutions and combinations in the signifying chain. dead fish…flintoff-ox-rhino-gough-flintoff…dead strong, dead eye, fish-ox-rhino, flintough-goff-flintough-goff

2. i think it was jonathan agnew who painted a portrait of justin langer standing at third slip :

arms crossed and his legs crossed

the kind of thoughful stance

a man adopts when hes dropped

a couple of catches

day 19 poem – player profile for the profiterole mountain

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eastwood : the man with no name

among those who are poor

and belong to the country

drives across the s

and spreads the dust

to reveal an unmistakabl

e form justin langer

leads his mule out the desert the boy

has shed

his poncho i imagine his eyes

are streaming down m face

check out what the ashes poet in residence has been up to over the new year here

the end of the world as we know it day 1

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The hardest thing is not going to be able to walk out with Haydos again in a Test match – Justin Langer

“There are Warne and McGrath cakes in the press box,” reports Andrew, licking his lips. “And a Justin Langer profiterole mountain.” Bang goes another New Year’s resolution from our man on the spot – cricinfo ball by ball

didnt get to see any of the play today but i did get to see the cakes

player profile for kp

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(mostly its actually about warney)

lindsay lohan : meangirls

those bars i had him drinking him

putting on weight him drinking

down those bars

hell take whatever ya tell

him putting on weight

now im queen bee those ruby lips cant excite me anymore

he channels all his brilliance into sport

all that he can sap from the world i didnt see it til now

he always had his revenge

from the top of the stair him casting a satisfied gaze

over the boiling crowd

he controls

people are owned by

him regina george makes all the sluts fugly and the purer ones

exquisite by precise degrees

the strategy is impeccable see him

executing a 3 way calling attack

him ponting buchanan

his conference calling techniques are honed

you should see him

disseminating information yeah the gags

dont make him laugh they only make him feel like catching

practice

fishing buddies 3

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in the early hours haydos and symmo took a boat out on the bay looking to catch something to throw on the barbie for a late team breakfast. as they stared at the water and scrutinised the currents they reflected upon what they had done. waiting for the bites they knew would come they were not strangers to remorse. as soon as a big one is landed though theyll forget these less certain feelings and theyll want nothing more than to complete the increasingly savage whitewash.

the saddest most frightening thing for england (and cricket generally given how great freddie should be) is they way in which flintoff is taking on, more and more each day the series continues, the aspect of nasser hussein. lucky it was only a 3 day test.

rudi koertzen is statuesque.