The Donkeys ... Mick Wordley, Jeff Algra and Les Karski ... this proved to be their last gig in about ten years ... shit they were good ... photo Ian Chance
GiGi Tak Sum Chan and Chris Sykes ... who fell in love that night and are true to this day ... Tony Brady out in the dark ... photo Ian Chance
Anne Marie Chin, above, Milton Wordley and Kauri below ... photos Ian Chance
Peg Dubberly and Chris Cust, above, Jimmy Barker, me, Lance Campbell and Jack Hibberd, below ... photos Ian Chance
Leo Davis, me, Wilma, Katie Portus, Caroline and Mark White and Big Bob above, that's him again with Stephen Tracey, below, and then Wilma ... photos Ian Chance
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some of the earliest of the last thoughts
which will go on forever
for bob and wilma mclean sarah and family and adam
remittance men
ravens dribbling roadkill
butcherbird hanging mouseguts in a tree
matriarchs maven lovelies
shelf-shaking panhandlers
blazers and suits and fizzhags
bright girls in long silk
sunday school teachers rope petticoats
the slavic dancer's bitten toenails
the blokes with the zip-up chests
shadow-boxers warty benchmen
whores with mouthsful of lipstick
lord twining giggling toothless on a flagon
backsliders backbiters syndicators
the horse I used to kiss
tough-fingered neighbours in tears
bringers of soup and firewood and stew
peacocks on the woodbox
the giant pitch hounds
man we pranced for you
in the spiral waft of your spirit
man we danced
the open-throated laughter of rejoice
balancing on talons
the wedge-tailed eagle skrawked a warning
shotgun discharges on the fence
as I spun
your big hand at the small of my back
sweet brandy whisper of grandmother's breath
reassurance of ironed linen to come
bits went up in the air
we cast dirt skyward
lumps of gravel and clay
hats and butts and worn out notions
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