ticket stub in transit – do we actually read what receipts we retain or are blinded by advertising?

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Sydney writers’ Festival has a shuttle bus which is full every time a session opens its doors. Qpoets came on board to share some words on the short journey to the Quay. I wasn’t able to stand up on mine due to OH&S regulations. A punter wished me ‘good luck’. I sat there clutching the program and a poem in my belly. Silently. A few words on a ticket stub, if curious:

“We used to light fires and fight liars with liquid lungs
we’d pry open closed minds with a flick of our tongues”
 » Jo Sri          

 

“My favourite word is ‘loaf’.
 Feel your mouth try to prevent it escaping, before it disappears”
 » Scott Sandwich     
‘…what follows life is as full as the silence after lightning strike’
 » CJ Bowerbird      
“I am the blood that sings for your everyday
 You are my shared, broken arm of memory”
 » Eleanor Jackson      
 
“I’ve been working on this puzzle all my life.
Please don’t tell me there are pieces missing”
 » Miles Merrill         
“2-B or not 2-B? That’s the question.
 Excuse me. My ticket says 2-B. Now you be in my seat”
 » Miles Merrill       
 
“The both of us are rocking 
   In the grin of our choices”
» Skye Loneragan     
 
“We dig our heels into a photograph
   Grip-blink the railing, fading into our future”
» Skye Loneragan    
 
“Our art is still-born, you can hear a coin drop in here.
  Shhh, don’t discuss it. This is bliss– this blinding, peaking ocean”
» Skye Loneragan     

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