Molly has not been well – very anxious and barking at shadows – her tummy is causing her pain because of a bug (probably something she ate in the paddocks). I thought it might be all psychological but the vet thinks it’s mainly the bug (we’ll wait and see).
She had to go 24 hours without food (hence the haiku) and then a bland, home cooked diet for 10 days and a course of antibiotics. She is not a happy camper.
Something has scared her as well, because she refuses to go outside and will come running back inside when I take her out for her bathroom run. I have to use her lead to ‘force’ her to stay outside until she has done the business. I have seen a ginormous eagle or kite near the house recently – maybe that has put her on edge – and there are always snakes about.
Plus, one of our ducks was killed yesterday, by some unknown predator.
If I had to pick a thing that I love most in the world, it would be music. Life without music would NOT be good! To me, the epitome of tragedy is a musician who goes deaf.
I’ve been listening to a lot of music lately because of hours of driving – back and forth to Brisbane (a good 4 hour trip by car, one way). I would go a bit stir crazy if I couldn’t listen to music in the car.
Well anyway, on my last trip I pulled out Warren Zevon’s Excitable Boy. The lyrics to Werewolves of London get me every time. The beginning of the song with
‘I saw a werewolf with a Chinese menu in his hand …’
uses that classic technique of juxtaposing two unlikely subjects to make you sit up in surprise.
As promised here is the audio of my poem ‘Why do we hate the crow?’ which was recorded for the ABC Radio National ‘Birdlands’ project.
I love the way they have done this one, even better than ‘skin deep’, especially the sound of the crows in the background.
Producer Gretchen Miller said
Why do we hate the crow by Gabrielle Bryden just had to be read in a good strong Aussie accent – Drayton Morley did the readings for us here! Produced by Gretchen Miller with sound engineering by Russell Stapleton.
We hate the crow
every bit black bird
beady ugly eyes
stupid shuffling of wings
hop out of the way of cars
we don’t like birds who eat dead things
or stuff out of bins
hate that loud, raucous call
grating our ears
like finger nails
on a chalkboard,
they take the short cut
across the river Styx
and with their message from Hades
slip into a subliminal
sniper vantage point
bloody smart-ass birds
too smart for their own good
you can’t kill them, you know
you’ll get in trouble with the law
if only it had a splash of red
somewhere on the feathers
like the stunning
red-tailed black cockatoo
Last year my poem ‘Friday Night from Hell’, was selected for inclusion on an ABC Radio National 360 program called City Nights. The program was produced by the fabulous Gretchen Miller and aired on September 5th. Actors were employed to recite the poems/short stories and the sound and music was designed to match the narrative. The result was a radio-phonic delight.
I have attached the audio file for my poem. They did a fantastic job and I was as proud as punch. The reason I am posting it now is that I have only just learned how to convert the file format to MP3 (so I can put it on my blog). The original blog post can be found if you follow this link .
This is what a night out in a big city of Australia sounds like (and I’m sure it sounds like that in a lot of other big cities all over the world). I much prefer when other people recite my poetry.