Eating Roots Until Forgotten

Some selfish @(#&(@!)()*$ flogged this black jacket of Rastafarian colours at the launch of Über_Lingua's Sydney club. If you see someone with it they are most probably the only Oz owners of it. Good luck to him/her. I got it at Mexico's El Chopo 'punk' markets and will look for another next time there. How nostalgic I feel about the loss of that jacket...as well as a break in weekly Sydney gigs.

When in Melbourne, head to a place called St Jeromes for Über_Lingua vibes of multilingual mayhem. You can meet and hear people like Curse Ov Dialect, bP and Isnod. Here are some relevant words I once jotted down in between selecting tunes:

Humus – human;
earth, ground -
of man.
So-called reason is Latin farmed:
eating roots until forgotten,
languages hunted and gathered.

The most fertile soils
of lush native jungle floors succumb to easily,
washed away without conscience;
heaped compost, brown – black! – treasure;
even the skin of famous red soils pierced to push
nutrition towards the heavens.

Grab enough air to eat;
priceless, tasteless.

White are the dead shells, ground by water;
our colourless, omnipotent lifeblood.