Wednesday, 20 June 2012

CALABRIA MIA


I will get this place one day. It is my favourite place to be in the whole world. This spot is on top of the hill just behind my unties house in Calabria. I been going up there and writing my name on the walls since I was 8. I figured if I ever wanted to claim it as my own that I could prove it by showing the appropriate authorities my name with dates beside them as proof of ownership. The view is aboslutely amazing you can see the Ionian sea and behind you can see the Aspromonte mountains. When I am up there I just sit there thinking how small I am and how big the world is. Sometimes I look down at the sea and imagine the ancient greeks pulling up to shore or I think that this is what my father and his father and the generations before me used to look at everyday and think thats how the Aborigines must fell about Australia and how pissed they are that all these white people came and screwed it all up. I sit here looking at this view thinking questa e la mia terra ( this is my land ) this is where I need to be. I wish I could take everything I love to this one place.  I fucking love this place . 

The inside of a ape, you know its one of those three wheel utility vichles with an motorbike engine. Earlier on that morning we had a leak from a petrol tank. My cousin got a dry fig and stuck it over the hole. Problem solved.

This morning my cousin Alessandro was taking me to the train station. I saw on the beach that there was an abandoned  boat with a Turkish flag. On the beach moments after I saw people runing across the road and then moments after that the car of the coast gaurd passed us with sirens blazzing. When I got to the station the police was there. They asked me for my passport, then explained to me that they were looking for some illegal immigrants who had just arrived on a boat and who on the run. My cousin started laughing and giving me shit saying "you must look a gypsy because the police stopped to question you". Come to think of it, it happens often.


View form my unties house.  I get to stay up on the first floor in the the drystore room, on a little bed next to freezer. At night it runs, hums and puts me to sleep. The bed is right near this window. Its the only place in the world were I can sleep and wake up in the morning feeling good feeling great. At night I mess about on the radio and pick up signals from the ships passing buy down on the coast.






Sunday, 10 June 2012

Thursday, 7 June 2012

WEST MELBOURNE


I was waiting for the train and some homeless fuck that looked like the crack fox form the Mighty Boosh came up to me asking for some money. He stunk like shit and piss, like real proper shit and piss. He had paint on his clothes but not because he was an artist but most likely because he was a call boy who probably sucking someones cock the night before at some swanky art studio and then got told to fuck off when everyone woke up, form the drug raged night and realised what the fuck is that homeless fuck who stinks like shit and piss still doing here. Any way he then boarded my train he stunk the entire carriage out. I got of then retch.
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Wednesday, 18 April 2012

Friday, 16 March 2012

Two of my uncles

My uncle Fred. I remember him showing me picture of when he went to Hawaii. He had hired a Ferrari. He showed the picture of him with the Ferrari and said to me "you see that car one day I will by one of them". I was only about eight years of age. I went to school and told my friends for show and town that my uncle would buy a ferrari one day. Well now he has one. 
My uncle Joe. He has no ferrari but he has a horse. Before the Ferrari every man needed a horse.

Travelling with out moving

Calder highway, Australia 2011
A6 France 2010