, at some lunch table not a desk at the University of Sydney
, smoking on campus which is definitely illegal now
, opening up my old student email account
, to discover two weeks after the fact
, my ‘creative’ PhD has been awarded an ‘academic’ prize
, named after conservative Leonie Kramer
, clocking the smell of cut grass on the air
, the squawks of black cockatoos up in the gums
, how I’m not currently ‘employed’ by the University
, though I was last semester a mercenary
, a ‘casual’ ‘teaching-focused’ shock-absorber
, and will be for the next few years
, but am piggybacking the wifi to mark 57 papers
, for Western Sydney University
, while editing the Cultural Infrastructure Plan 2025
, for NSW Government and The City of Sydney
, where ‘all creativity has a place’
, while editing a scholarly paper on Earle’s Waterfall in Australia
, read through a revisionist Lacanian lens
, while skimming thru slushpiles for two different lit journals
, emailing peopling invoicing kind of keeping
, an eye on poetry tweets and the news
, neither of which are news today
, setting up an event on FB wishing I was writing a poem
, watching cops roll by on mountain bikes
, writing all my clauses as passively as possible
