and 39 years ago,my public poetry career began
in the Buttery of this old dairy town/when the 1972 Aquarius Festival began
with painted murals and divergent lifetstyles imported
from all around a younger Australia/where "IT'S TIME!(for a change)
ushered in a Whitlam Labour Government with hope as its theme
and youth vote its demographic.I stood and chanted-
"This is your life.Don't waste the time.Get up and dance!"
in a verbal tape loop ,with musicians joining in
and people actually dancing to the words and music.
Post-Fest,to Melbourne's Commune in West Melbourne(inner city land)
Monday nights =POOR TOM'S POETRY BAND!
a loose affiliation of poets and musicians improvising their lives
We lasted a year or three,until up to 14 folk joined the harmonies
split into smaller groups,with new words and faces
still improvising/@a POETRY GALLERY(where we sold nothing)
when Bob closed down the original Commune.
Returning via memories and gossip.Nimbin went
from marijuana to heroin,now handing out more needles
than any capitol center.Now i read the road signs and do not go back
As for poetry ,i am still waiting for you -to LEGALISE IT!
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