NOMADOLOGY BLOGS
Crossing from the personal to the political, local to global, Nomadology is a blog of anecdotes, gonzo journalism, personal confessions and poetry by digital gypsies on the nature of travel in a globalised world.
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Almost had enough - henry
Bull Creek is 180 derees of sea, 180 degrees of grass, with a few wind-sloped manuka and a handful of batches strung along a dirt road. We'd come out there for a birthday, a night of drinking,...
Seven winds - praccus
Seven winds, seven winds, seven winds blow through us all.
Let's not forget.
Theres's always room for...
A letter to my 19 yo neice (and myself) - myth
Hey great to hear from you. Sounds like you're onto it. Saying no can be difficult but you dont need to tie yourself down at this fun age. There's much more of a world than smoking bongs in Canberra...
Just need a few things - myth
Hey lovely. I've been thinking of some things you can send me in the package. A small power board, my raincoat, some kisses, a letter with hand drawn pictures and a story, an almond magnum, a soy...
The City of Gods and Windows - verb
Forty days and forty nights pass through us as we drift through the timeless mysts that inhabit this land called Avalon. Peering through the window of our caravan, I...
The Journey to Here, the Distance to There - Ryan
I came here on the train â the Overland Express, between Adelaide and Melbourne. By âexpressâ they mean âtakes twelve hoursâ. Of course theyâre not gonna call it the Overland...
If I flap my wings will you catch me? - lolli
The footsteps on the roof are just the crow's.
I know that now
but for a while I thought
it was a man with tiny feet/
a possum/
a rat.
After I realised it was the crow
I thought that maybe...
I have a new - lolli
In the time it has taken to miss you today the birds have flown around the world twice. The world being my house and the birds being the fast winged variety. In this world I once saw a koala climb a...
A muted crash - myth
I glide in on a silent train, tiptoe into town, curl up small in a corner and sleep. My dreams are misty, muted visions of a serpentine vessel that carries me underwater through crowded forests of...
an extraneous body - myth
Whose feet are these beating fast through fairy-tale forests of Birch and Beech and soft, soft green; whose legs tirelessly running, running the wrong way down strange streets? My heart has been...
Heathrow; the beaurocratic hell of legends - myth
I've been dumped in the dark heart of Gilliams Brazil after more than 24 hours of constant travel. I'm not sure if I've ever been anywhere as hostile. They've taken CIA interrogation techniques and...
Blue sky don't bother me - lolli
Climbing up the hill to the look out, a man was crouched under winter hair and polyester wings. He faced the road and beyond his straight, wind bitten back: air and then the sea below. A wind from...
Bangrahhhrgh! - myth
I'm swinging around a cane knocking things off the shelves. Dragging a dead dog behind on a leash. I'm trying to travel like I know how but things are so different. I'm tired. I have a lot of shit in...
Apartment - myth
There is little consistency in my thoughts. I am several characters battling for the dominance of my mind. I search for something that maintains a direction. Thoughts of death haunt me. This...
Meccaburn - Si
where does neon come from?
where is that lcd ejaculation of electricity
shot forth from?
and the razor slippers of the citys mad sleepless wandering and glitz dizzy superimposing reach deeper into...
Magnolia Wine - Si
dusk falls into the mountains womb
as we pull of the dirt road
& she climbs atop my shoulders to pick magnolias
magnolia wine we drink out here
in the land of primal mystics
& golden graced...
Diamond Desera - Si
i remember what it felt like
walking down a sunspilt sidewalk freshly fucked
..
the shagging still in your groin
the ticking of the muscles still working over
as i rolled my heels along the...
Dream I didn't have - Si
ahh, two days gone with no r.e.m but a handful o dilly cat naps and kips
the weekend rolls on and on and on
monday night at the shire, (rudkat records,cafe,local hipster hangout) had carlos's goin...
Opulence & Translucion - Si
t is the wet season, though we have seen a monsoon or any rain for that
and fail though i may,
to walk through this flood of opulence
and not come out wet with guilt
and drunken with...
Kota Kinabalu - Si
kota kinabalu
kota kinabalu hustle racket smackles bamboo fire & cracked drainpipe smeared downtown back alley don't even go there, kid be hinting razor winks
whiteman killa three story...
