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We have great grandstand seats

For the Randwick Racecourse concert of

Pink Floyd*!

There’s problems with

The staging, the sound,

Wind creating havoc.

Crowd restless.

Then …

Poetry shouted

From above.

Looking up

Hanging from the rafters:

Ian “Scab” Stevenson

His recitation gets cut short.

His mark is made – Penrith Poet.

Note:

* The concert was held on August 15, 1971 and surely will soon be the subject of its own Short Memory. Today the memory has Ian Stevenson is top of mind. This memory appears now partially due to yesterday’s post and partially due to fellow NHS alumnus, Garry Cockle observing: “Yeh. Scab! Cool dude, he could feature in a few “short memories”.

With that, I thought I had to immediately post my favourite “scab” story.

I’d love to hear your favourite Ian “scab” Stevenson memory. If you have one, share it by putting it in as a comment.

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Long legs striding deliberately

Across the quadrangle

Attracts attention.

His glassy glare shifts

As he paces.

It’s frantic.

Manic.

Desparing.

(Though,
He is known for – Histrionics.)

The strider, Ian Stevenson*.

Black armband shows

It’s grief driving the random path

No purpose, excepting exposing,

His loss?

The world’s loss:

Jimi Hendrix.

Note & Extra:

* Ian was a couple of years older and was considered quite outlandish. His dress sense would probably have been more suited to Carnaby St, London than HIgh Street, Penrith. His green suit drew particular attention. For some reason, that I never knew, his nickname was “Scab”. (Thank you, Merril Worrad,  for further lighting up my memory of Ian.)

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