Cirrus@Austlit

'the windows never stop rattling paint chips flake off window frames with every gust how can i paint with all this dust driving me to flaking distraction the water choppy, reflecting cold pewter sky outside a bloke in a hi-vis vest is hammering stakes near the timber yard fences hey, just go ahead and trespass, mate don’t bother asking the door slams more flaking paint Timber yard for sale sign on what used to be the wharf piss off, mate blind freddy can see you’re doing your job i don’t give a fuck if leonardo da vinci himself sent you dilapidated, sure but huge a huge studio jesus, with sydney’s real estate, even for rentals developers eager to turn industrial heritage into airbnb pull the plug on my wifi the greed of the man i refer to as my benefactor easy for artists in the renaissance, painting pretty madonnas for some old bugger who needed to bribe his way into heaven insufficient patronage' 

 (Publication abstract)