Mark Niehus

HOW DO YOU WANT THE FIRE TO LEAVE YOU?
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ABOUT THE ARTIST
Versatile Australian artist Mark Niehus explores poetry through the use of cartoon art, installations and more extensively the written word. The recent publication of his first book of poems ‘How do You Want the Fire to Leave You?’ is a major achievement and the culmination of his self motivation and determination. His Works bring his unique artistic vision to people looking for a fresh approach into the world of poetry as well as a journey of self-discovery.

LATEST NEWS
As part of a six month residency for the Cafe Poet Program, Mark will be appearing at Zuma Caffe in the Adelaide Central Markets Thursday's and Friday's 1:30pm to 2:30pm typing up poems for passers by.


	------------------------------------------------------ Subject: RE: it happened back there From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 28 April 2012 6:27:08 PM ACST Way back now back before before when i was not trapped in motionlessness when i was forced to wear grey trousers and a stripey shirt and all i cared for was the cold like i told you how it hurt my bones and the fact that science was failing me and maths was failing me and geography was failing me my only comfort being in english but by god they were days of motion punches on my back by the black guy Charlie there was so much motion now for the outcome of the lack of that with the tequila and the acid and the women and the gambling and my one dying palm still stoopping it is rotting quietly away. ------------------------------------------------------ From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Subject: it happened back there Date: Fri, 30 Mar 2012 20:59:49 +1030 it happened back there back in the days of youth and commotion i don't remember it that well mr p is the memory man mr p remembers I'm sure but it was a night a night of friends and fun and drinks and we were all having a good time there was food, a b b q or some thing and music and i was showing off or something mona was there of course it was their place hers and mr p's jo and andy sat by and well I'm not sure but something was shown something that shouldn't be shown and in my defence there were some mona included that were asking for it, to you know take it out and it was i think or maybe not like i said it happened back there back in the days of youth and commotion ------------------------------------------------------ Subject: RE: man-sing pen From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 23 March 2012 11:28:22 PM Hows your fight? Im not feeling creative but i think about it often often funny conundrum you know you make jokes when youre lining the paper you do or speak on loosely at an abnormally high end freedom height I go quiet on the listen and concentrate and if i have found something useful and am unusually daring as well as comfortable and comfortably intoxicated and i believe that i am truely there ]for it is rarely i am[ that i can you know, do stuff. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: RE: taint From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: 10 Feb 2012 11:28:22 PM the two shadows on the ceiling attack one another with love and undeniable interest that will see them through to the end. there is moisture building around the windowsill mixing with the dust mixing glass and mud, a strange combination to be fingered by a drunken man on a late and blue afternoon. and peculiar figures move out there, peculiar in shape and in purpose and me moving further away from home in this small room as the ice barely has time to cool these long shots. i battle with romancing my condition and catch myself in a small moment of destroying. so i revert to my perversions to get me safely through. one tumbling sensation after the other. I'm almost ready to write something to get me back. ----------------------------------------------------------- RE: taint From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus 18 December 2011 3:54:14 PM I walk around the house with a slice of lemon in my hand looking for my friends. The front door swings at the wind grinding hinges. It accentuates the empitness. I suck on the slice. The citric acid burns into my fingers cut._ You stood in the middle of the driveway in a shiney finely taylored suit Arms crossed answering questions from a small group at your feet 'The mutant insect exhibition has been flown on. In a belly plane'. I was passing by on my bike 'You know the ones with all the seats removed', i added and peddled off.= My relationship is going through a tough patch. There used to be a lot more words a lot more sitting down now there's no time or perhaps no inclination but having writen only this certain feeling are returning. ----------------------------------------------------------- Re: tint in the dazzle smashed haze From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce 15 August 2011 10:53:57 PM ACST by hook by lip to see the air we couldn't breath by song by ear to the heart we couldn't believe by numbers they fall by titles schooled the men sit in office chairs and hold it all in by struggle by sweat through to the end by time in ways everything holds the hand back until a snap and then someone wants more ----------------------------------------------------------- RE: 0.change for a nothing From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 22 July 2011 2:00:25 AM This goes in my face i walked long and hard and bored until i came across a mild mannered man who looked at me and i thought he wanted to ask me something i think i wanted him to ask me something he looked a bit like me so i broke away from him at the lights and entered the pub early for friends fingered the newspaper and some guy approaches asking me where the scales are for the coin I Dont Work Here Mate he grabs my shoulder and laughs off with a sorry but i wanted him to stay dont know why drinks sun lunch talk clock clock and then my skin begins to itch lusty movement just out there a city of fluxed up peeps Im Going - wave they try to resist - foot make my exit - empty and meld into the foot traffic well gone ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: 29 June 2011 2:18:22 AM every-thing's right as i cut the town down from the meantimes drinking to da dead and firing shots careful not to drop the key around my hooded neck flirting with the suspicious spirit and as every kind of silence is checked off 1 by my 1 by me a kind of care comes across me and i begin to shuffle the long lines across my desk shall we take a spin you and I around the words that we grin at as they roll out on the floor that we share? shall we tap each other on the head you and I and say what do you think of this? i should look i need not crave i belt the hand against the thigh and rumble the leagues against the sky and hearing the old man suspicious of my art cold and frayed lying flat like mud knowing i will be sure in the old cold sight of shame cut the givers of ribbons for their silence in such moments blame ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 19/06/2011, at 9:34 PM, Lock P wrote: I'll put everything on pause for the right moment I will but in the meantime taras da is nearly dead the drink you know alexandra is in town dont worry i checked her for knives her mum is cutting ribbons at the entrance to new galleries as another box gets checked off another one i know is sweeping up and about to ship i try to carry on the only way i know how M3 tells me off for flirting i apologise again compromising my spirit there are different kinds of silence sure but this one is so suspicious it makes my heart quicken cold what do you hear man old? yknow, yabbies are the first to flourish when rain ends a drought mud only when the blades on my copter are rusted over do i remember the bicycle flat so i slip on the ol runners, both hand pull tight laces frayed snap. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Sun, 12 Jun 2011 20:19:30 +0930 i am no longer young though i crave many of the same delusions i still take a look from the high window hoping to see some nakedness hoping to witness an act of the bare essential poetry is everywhere i said once i just want to be free you said i'll eat my words i replied hands across table you returned like a tree felled crack like a bird quells grief like i shoot words a man does shivers blue i am no longer young though i still crave the many of that same delusions i cling onto all sorts of miss guided needs like wild rosemary does fallen leaves like the ground hunts the sky for a command humming bird drop canned evening strike like i mode life a man does shivers blue poetry is everywhere just wanting to be free to eat words like a hands across the table like the unexpected hinders some and the over grown chance waits settled upon ridges of alabaster grim the man hunts the evening dry for a fix a tit or a friend this grievous neon to the breath of night vision kinddles a break a jam a bump stepping out and amongst the rest the man hurdles a broken frown across avenues of people and wells on to them throwing and danced a glance for a just a little driven truth guided? maybe by? who knows love? could be remembering the town where he grew and drew and played many a rumbled day across paddocks and a such he did remember and glanced at that very moment a photograph of the past a hang a hung a nailed just so on a wall tall and a brazened with light of a towering day. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 13/04/2011, at 11:20 PM it deserves more than simple contemplation we think but the fact is we knew it when young that we were you know different i knew it thanks in part to those bastards between classes i consider exile i consider pop thought i consider radical two finger protest bearded infamy i know about resistance and sometimes do but i should have made my mark already jasper it concerns me and it concerns you Everyone is talking i cant fit in and between lessons beat myself up i went to tha park and cried on the ducks backs but then i received a message from above someone wanted to hear from me so i went home turned on all the machines and got back to work. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Wed, 6 Apr 2011 00:15:27 +0930 your alarm bells ignore you I beat on the belly that adores me just because i farm tears it doesn't mean I don't understand pain i witness all sorts of behavior it doesn't mean I behave i hear the little sound of a bird in a large face that seems to not know of the bird though it has on it tremendous ears > insert man of letters: Dear Sir Friend, I am at present under much strain, I fear that I may be great. What shall I do with such truth as this? I believe in your ability to see my future so I call on all of your past to tell what to do? a) go cunt up? b) run until I'm hungry for a different question? c) split logs in finland? d) roast a duck in my underpants while smoking an A-grade cigar and spotting my wife in the future corner of hysteria? e) keep writing, drinking, drawing and drawing on everything that doesn't know it's moving? I look forward to your response. Yours Jasper Lamark P.s got it man hand it to me don't back it up on me go to self minority thankfully most amorality wrong spike riot take more favorable directions remember the time they shot presidents i knot it tight like neck or a cunt father of a sign post that got it self shot skull housed bones thrown hands sorted feet turned away in perfect disgust i am not a average man me and my shelf hang with books and things like the sword of damocles but thats all in the past with hunger and regret and chance im more about showing of f than i am about art <out or >in ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 02/04/2011, at 3:53 AM yeah haey gottit man i always get home with a pen in my hand and here it is it is it is it. Me and my loved one. so lost and yet one comes to the back there is only one back here it is take this pen i go to myself right here no feet questions about it. thankfully be i cant dance but i can think up a wicked storm wrong end you idiots when there is a riot i will dance on my bed while all those dancers shit their pants. little box, you ask why i like contrast ? because little box it is the only see i can tell it is the sharpest spike in the back it is the heartest attack it is the wisest women it is the skull on the rock it is the clear distance the perfect kick box my crazy statements and shake them into normal find my best people and i'll give you everything i have. goodnight balloon man for you are empty goodnight cartoon man you inspired us goodnight to you vincent you made it all ok to be farewell goodwoman you made us agree nod and nod and nod make hammer now on my sorrow dear sweet for the next apple that is so close to just letting go. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Wed, 30 Mar 2011 00:38:18 +1030 good sense it it's dogs gone it has been and it has had > shuffle the words don't ever make them too familiar < no more grin gin tears feel me cooling down as a step in front of the line < around here there are all sort s of gammy bums screaming about the end of there song and all i can do is smile secretly in the corner of their eye and then they blink for i am gone like the dog thats too familiar to a friend so they run leaving him to chew the steak > rubber lumber come on thunder . . . its all good and fun but i should really be more serious. . yes box no box go to question 37 hi question 37? yes box can you house the? no box go to section E section E can you house the? yes box with conditions, are you poor? yes box are you lying to the? no box are you hiding z moneys? no box, please just house the! yes box, goto promise box . promise . sign box . sign . date box . date . send ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 29/03/2011, at 5:28 PM good to see youre in rhythm i said it i mean it i say it paperwork is bleeding my eyes dry so i just draw out the time-minute pictures ignoring the pain and doing a fine job no more gin and tears for me when women and the world get me down i tend to my ant farm happy how simple their life in contrast i love a good funeral the last one made me feel so alive i would love to witness my own peering down at the ants sitting so still thinking so much action i am capable of appreciation just dont say much how do you get into such a beat? its good i like it thanks for sharing keep on going not blinking tears just happy its good i like it thanks for sharing keep on. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Mon, 28 Feb 2011 03:04:16 +1030 i walk i think i decide . she cant she plans she looks fine . when i wonder about the dark chip in us all that could receive that has the capacity for profanity . eye blink . i begin to fly i corrode i brittle the shards i destroy knows i begin again and say . eye close . how are we today? how is the glass tonight? how are your demands? and then . eye open . spoken word written demands crossed friends sad golden birds sung out minstrel man and the fan unable to accept the end of his gift . eye see . you know how i am with it it knows how i am\.. i am with it it has me sometimes i belong some where i left it there . eye left . righteous fathomed life i eclipse you in dreams i make you what i wish to see righteous life i commend you on my imagination i commend you on your ability to frustrate me into bold actions of rebellious art . eyes write . no? ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: 0 From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 16/02/2011, at 6:18 PM dont buy it you cant buy it dont sell it you cant sell it dont divide it you cant divide it dont read it you wouldnt believe it i walked through the garden with a woman in one hand and a bag of doughnuts and a coffee in the other dont decide you cant decide i took them both home with relief in my laughter she began to make long distance plans i told her my fear of flying so we sat on the bed and looked at our laps shes eased up on the plans and ive cracked a couple of quiet coldies and spoken to my person who said i should talk more blah blah i went to my folks they asked me to move some stone and told me how to build a wall dont laugh its not a joke i wrote it all down as instructed i didnt know i was supposed to go back and read it you know how i am with it dont read it. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Fri, 17 Dec 2010 01:57:59 +1030 love and the frugal attempts at desire time dig brilliant fun love again and the like minded the genius of trouble the guts of the ones you hold dear savage foolery and the unforgettable lonesome sun space we need it here and then more even when you think you have had enough start gently reverb against your own needs shot needed and this private version of a short hand judges the words rhythm yes rhythm i talk about it i understand it believe me friend when i say this and others and more before now and the gone but i have integrity } son { believe or go . stop remember the dream a feather it was that i had there in my hand mind not crumpled but just ben enough to deliver the sign guns and cunts and army's and jets and drinks and plain victory is enough for the average fool but im here and im telling and you are but not that but more and the sun again refuses to go down on me the emperor of this song the pen in the mind in the fucking fish sin it sun it lap it go it dont be it just have it long it but don't obsess it rob it from time to time and from time rob that too call it have it come to you its a fair exchange after all dont buy it you cant buy it dont sell it you cant sell it dont divide it you cant divide it dont read it it will knows you dont try to understand it it is already understood and if you're more than lucky then my friend you just are . grin ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 11/12/2010, at 8:00 PM hey man - good at the grace last night - good words and raps and reflections - your words have got more brains behind them i think - and brains have got all sorts of things in them - funny bits and creative bits and emotional and memory bits - its good to go over things to keep things going - i like my conversation to be a bycicle - flowing fast breezy highly steerable multispeed tight tyres oiled chain and a bit of attitude - i used to have a bmx as a kid - i could do tremendous wheelies man it was sweet - it was like an extension of my feet - but it got stolen - by tradesman i reckoned - but get this - last year on valentines day they had drained the torrens and charmain and i were walking along it inspecting its muddy banks which was lined with all manner of interesting debris and guess what man - there was my old bmx - my old raliegh just as i remembered it - I just stood there and looked at it and shook my head. I couldn't believe it mate. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Mon, 15 Nov 2010 13:19:57 +1030 summertime blues dirty heavy in the eyes saintly remembering the yesterday badly not sure of the consequences timely singing on though out of tune trying got the mouth open with some sounds coming did you hear that? word did you get it? meaning do you understand? learning im constantly delivering something. contact. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 08/10/2010, at 7:30 PM That's it. I type in the combination with an accusing finger and the door opens to an empty safe that's it one more time I pressure the generals inside to put in their most important effort ever they fuck it up once more and that's it Put away the drink the next day can hardly even see shady bottles that's it Found something or someone or an idea and it reverberates with lusty hope and that's it man man that is it louche me up my brothers give me the perfect hit give me the shit I have a card up my sleeve I feel different with me safe little secret hit me thats it I will take back, reclaim, draw borders, chew ears, order confusion I am the salt on the fish on the pan on the coals on the fucking earth until until the next i suppose that's it. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Thu, 30 Sep 2010 13:14:56 +0930 the dirt sing the mouth heat the sigh fried the man sat and that was it for him the gun ground the step hit the mind out the man rolled over in bed and that was it for him the flower give the sun burn the chop two the man stopped at his car, turned to a friend and that was it for him the knife eat the fire gone the health breath the man shouted, spat and that was it for him the shoelaces death the bars spoke the angel left the man smiled and that was it for him . p . s . the below of yours is above other from your fingers. / ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Lachlan Pierce To: Mark Niehus Date: 05/09/2010, at 9:57 PM yours was the final word that rang out like a shot in the hills you speak of wine my hunger is killing me from the inside, slowly and with eyes on my fingers which curl up nervously my fear has ideas about erecting statues around of its own self to remind the citizens of who is in control I find it funny laughing over all easy until i realise its not funny its laughable but its not funny i love wine, cameras, diagrams, long nails and interesting concepts but that fucking spotlight its not welcome in the shadows I'll take the globe out with my own tongue if i get upset enough s pace 5 pace s one2345 shhh One final line might write me up: just quietly the line as you say is not straight not not not there is a bend to it and on the bend you cant see on up ahead you only get a bit of a feel. ----------------------------------------------------------- Subject: Re: the suggestion that a man can in fact can in fact in a fact can is in fact true From: Mark Niehus To: Lachlan Pierce Date: Thu, 2 Sep 2010 00:50:26 +0930 theres something in the corner of my head it wants wine and for me to have my kingdom for me to rule for a while for us to make it there is a corner in my mind it wants revolution it feeds on blue birds and breasts my hand in this light looks like one that is already grasping for something in the womb trying to get a hold of life there is something in my head that knows the right speed in the right machine will allow genius to give us all something that will last on beyond such a machine there is a bend in there in that head that has a gift for words and putting them in order lining them up against the wall where they show they're made of letters laugh as they fall from the page *45 gun help )dig the man is the missions hand and nothing more a contradiction is 'free style' free has no style free is is is free gap . . . . . . . . breath friend listen your body is full of tiny little guns holding up your insides before the get away to the corner in your head where you listen carefully to the random, suggestions of bravery think realise act remember

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