The Famous Literary Group

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We are

one of the very few literary groups who cares more of a bottle of Jack than of you. Yet, you are here going through the work of such people. And the sights are heavy on you; and it is not sights of understanding. But you do not look away for that you believe in the correctness of your doing; the attention is merely surreal - and the response is indifference; and y are famous* - sippin’ Jack with us.

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And there the tree stems, as magnificent as an old deer, peacocking with wide tall green crown and glossy leaves

rooted in soil as the famous castle

and one can hear the air humming through and the branches crack simultaneously with the hearts and the bones and the teeth… And the antlers

The tendency to explore, the desire to understand, and the need to sound, predestines you to wonder, to contemplate, and to accept the feeling, for a glass of a whiskey., It is not the glass that makes the whiskey, it is the journey from the field to the bottle., You prepare a fermentation set, out of the nicest and strongest wood, you throw in grounded corn; rye and malted barley, then add some yeast, brown sugar and hot water., The fermentation gives off a strong odour, but you love it., You keep it in the basement, away from the sun., You keep it at 34 C, To favour the yeast., After three days of the fermentation, you separate the pulp from the juice., You assemble your distillation set, distillation flask; burner; condensation pipe, thermometer; collection flask., you got 100 litres of fermented corn; rye; malted barley, you got same sized whiskey barrel, but the volume of the distillation flask, is 2 litres., The distilling is a slow process., The thermometer shows 80 C, ethanol is sliding down the condensation pipe, you watch every drip., First batch is ready, your chest is tingling., You pick the shiniest glass, give it the unnecessary wipe, include a few ice cubes, and pour it in., You feel the connection with the glass, with the basement, and yourself., You are in a sacred place, your whiskey is on the table, you take it in your palm, you smell it., It is the finest drink, thirty seconds old., It tastes like distilled port wine, just super strong, emphasized with a subtle flavour of the brown sugar., The Drink with The Journey., ** The End **

Foreword

Dancing Dishies

Byron Bay, 2021

Dancing Dishies in Byron Bay

I got this job
as a dishie
and soon became
the best and the most famous
in the area around

so now when I happen to see
other dishies working
immediately I see the mistakes
in their moves
with plates
and pots
and cutlery

they don't dance
they don't know the secrets
they don't take the dishpit as a temple
and most importantly
they don't know
that everything you do
should be done with style, some kind of
dignity, grace –
you might be without motivation
but you still wanna sweep the beautiful floor of yours
better than anyone who has done it before –

so that is the problem with them –
one so slow that you just can't get it –
the other one, slow, without ideas
and rude at the same time – rudeness, that's alright – when you know how to dance though – the third one
pretty fast but speaking about bullshit
all the time, going for cigies – going for cigies
that's alright – bullshit is not – good dishwasher doesn't speak of petty things, he speaks about Dostoevsky –

so the last time I saw one of those dishies working
I told him
man
what a job you do
what a shit show
you perform
what a
shit
show