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Dave talks Bali United FC and Supporter Culture with Thailand’s “Ari Football Explorer”

While attending an ASEAN Cup football (soccer) match between Bali United FC and a club from Singapore, i offered a few thoughts to some documenters from Thailand who were travelling around the tournament sites making lovely video dispatches. around the 21 min mark, i riff about about supporter culture, singing, drumming and so on, plus accurately predict the final score of 3-1 for Bali United.

I’ve Held the Globe (for Gramps)

I’ve held the globe
thread for vapour trails
of journies
each colour a route
pinned from Greece to Kenya
or St John’s Bay
is that Israel or Syria?

A blue loop with stops at
20 pins circumnavigates
a memory of connections
meals with colleagues
strangers and stewardesses

Red thread of elongated triangles
crosses over itself
making obtuse angles o’er Pacific
Tinian, Hawaii, Japan, Guam
a green line returns to Perth

Pins cover provinces and states
organized pushed with vigor and precision
Prague before velvet divorce
Cuba pre-Castro

Misnamed Indies several times
around Belize, Venezuela, Colombia, Paraguay
Paraguay why?
Was it a holiday steamer
or a recruiting mission?

Heavy machinery to militants, airplanes to diplomats or typewriters to rogues
a letter carried from a mexican ambassador from a round of golf decades before –
carried not as a prize but a pocket card – not an ace but a jack at least,
“This is to introduce my friend, please provide any due consideration.”

Outside the machines dig holes for bricks
disguising the drip and hum of apparatus
chest heaves so shallow,
mouth gapes, head askew,
hands, arms, fingers flush with fluid
ruddy, worn and odd
a man who worked with head and heart,
but little by his hands

Grand Canyon Ramble Flashback (circa 1988)

Grand Canyon – 3 guys and their packs
Grand Canyon – 3 guys and their packs on the trail

Received some photos as a complete surprise… The fella above in the middle J/C.T (who I’m not sure I’ve seen since this journey in 1988) tracked me down to send this delightful documentation from a walk across the Grand Canyon. The emotionless faces were intentional and we were having a much better time then we let on (probably) :-) That’s filmmaker BGK on the left.

Note: J/C and me each had loaded up 24 cans of warm beer (purchased with my fake ID) to keep the trip a bit weirder.

On the North Rim after completing the crossing

In brief:

Getting packs together before starting down

Day one, knee busting endless steps all the way down to South rim (including a tunnel which revealed the canyon bottom

Tunnel to bridge

Day two across the hot bottom, refreshed by a swim in a perfect pool and time for contemplation of the indigenous folks who’d roamed these canyons before we did so for “recreation”.

Cooling off in waterfall with a hole
Life on bottom, contemplating and breathing

Day three, brings nothing but up up up the North rim which included pockets of snow and, upon getting closer to the top, piles of donkey/mule shit, while we avoided the (lazy!) tourists riding on their burdened backs.

Me and BGK at top of the North Rim
Me and BGK at top of the North Rim

We celebrated and gave thanks with a sacrifice on a stone altar.

Sacrifice to the Canyon in gratitude
Sacrifice to the Canyon in gratitude

Love tracking down analog gems like this!

Victorious ramblers!

Aside:  Also, he reminded me of our 30th high school reunion is this summer. Technically, I dropped out and attended/graduated “adult high school” at the local community college which was one of my smartest ideas ever as i took photography, mountaineering, ceramics as well as creative writing, humanities and geology (just to get onboard with this field trip). Renaissance guy in training indeed.

Following You

I’m sticking with you
whoever we are
i’m following you

Leaping and bounding
scrambling to be
nearer to you

You gave me a capsule
and said stay right beside me
as you scampered away

I scrambled to find you
floating above me
suitcases for ballast
and taking on air

Pixie blond hair
like a maiden from Norseland
i’m broke down and achey

Reef swimming
with sharks and 2 joints inside me
stare down at the abyss
where no one can find me
except turtles, rays and you

So i’m following you
believing in you
and will  start a religion
where they chant your name
your space name, or earth name
no matter to me
the reality you emerged from is what amused me

Busted down again on
and endless roadway
i’d gap the points
but haven’t a match book
to save me
while waiting for you
to come find me again

Because i’m following you
wherever you come from
zeros and ones
or rockslide survivor

i don’t see auras
but i do see clouds
which are chasing me