Sorry I haven’t been here more often; I think doing a lot of corporate writing for tender responses has turned my brain into a buzzword-spitting bullshit bingo machine. Innovative! Ka-pow! Solution! Ka-ching! Nah, I promise I haven’t been using waffle-words to bid for the supply of things that have already been invented.

Anyway, I was in the city during the week to run some errands and was checking my blog feed while waiting for a tram. My favourite librarian had just posted a blog entry that one of his poems was on show at an exhibition at Flinders Street station. And I, at the time, was one stop from Flinders Street station. Freaky coincidence and serendipitious planetary timing, I think so.

I swooshed my soon-to-be axed casual user’s travel card through the turnstiles and checked out the Moving Galleries exhibition. What a grand idea to bring arts to the peeps at the train station.

I took a pic of all three poems on this panel as I like them all in different ways, but congratulations to the comrade in the middle for having his work acknowledged in public.

Crank-o-meter: edified