being in the yard
and looking down
onto the yard
late in the weekend
when rain sits
behind
the hour calling
there’s something of it
you played real
under trees
a light at the top
of your head
when you enter there
you will not come back
Monday, September 28, 2009
la vida loca
‘I wanted to get lost in the city’
someone came up the drive
‘I guess you two know each other’
it’ll take time
we’ll make a long story even longer
going to sleep stretches the night
enjoying the acrobat music
needing to move, ‘to do nothing’
it was a lot of work to finish high school
one day I picked up the phone
I flew to Mexico City
next Friday I debuted in this show
in the first six months I realised
‘talk to me yeah baby'
‘like, every woman in history’
after the show I hopped a plane, went to Italy
living la vida loca
imagine the press release
‘I stopped for a second’
I'll die and think about those days
I need to play with my dogs
I look in the mirror in a Japanese hotel
what became of the weeklong party?
someone came up the drive
‘I guess you two know each other’
it’ll take time
we’ll make a long story even longer
going to sleep stretches the night
enjoying the acrobat music
needing to move, ‘to do nothing’
it was a lot of work to finish high school
one day I picked up the phone
I flew to Mexico City
next Friday I debuted in this show
in the first six months I realised
‘talk to me yeah baby'
‘like, every woman in history’
after the show I hopped a plane, went to Italy
living la vida loca
imagine the press release
‘I stopped for a second’
I'll die and think about those days
I need to play with my dogs
I look in the mirror in a Japanese hotel
what became of the weeklong party?
to persist
in a life crowded
with secrets
and hours open
to them,
windows with too
much movement,
strange airs, unbalanced
directions,
particulars, graces,
oceans
they are athletic
keeping watch
on night thinking,
they're not sure
who they love most,
does it matter
if a kiss doesn’t arrive
on time,
take off its text,
hide it in quiet,
if no secret
still persist
with secrets
and hours open
to them,
windows with too
much movement,
strange airs, unbalanced
directions,
particulars, graces,
oceans
they are athletic
keeping watch
on night thinking,
they're not sure
who they love most,
does it matter
if a kiss doesn’t arrive
on time,
take off its text,
hide it in quiet,
if no secret
still persist
quarantine
Where did that truth go?
Off maps,
cut at edges
The carpet, too, is shaking
It also has blood,
is closing on ground
Lines to read
a picture of death
and wood bones crack
All I have, my feet
and thin palms
as morning stamps my back
Lost map,
lost stars,
soul’s spine
Off maps,
cut at edges
The carpet, too, is shaking
It also has blood,
is closing on ground
Lines to read
a picture of death
and wood bones crack
All I have, my feet
and thin palms
as morning stamps my back
Lost map,
lost stars,
soul’s spine
the elements
How clear is the night air,
its wings are corner of the eye stuff,
falling, primordial,
as you talk to yourself,
why did we part, friend,
when did the dust come?
Be careful,
do not walk home alone,
but where do you belong?
Backwards and forwards through time,
in what’s lost, weather patterns
won’t leave me alone.
We need to see the photographs
before we choke
on flowers, on flames,
quartzite energies.
What is wrong with the elements,
who has locked the door,
what is that rain,
is it ancient or televisual?
Drowning in the air
you need a drink.
its wings are corner of the eye stuff,
falling, primordial,
as you talk to yourself,
why did we part, friend,
when did the dust come?
Be careful,
do not walk home alone,
but where do you belong?
Backwards and forwards through time,
in what’s lost, weather patterns
won’t leave me alone.
We need to see the photographs
before we choke
on flowers, on flames,
quartzite energies.
What is wrong with the elements,
who has locked the door,
what is that rain,
is it ancient or televisual?
Drowning in the air
you need a drink.
animalia
I'm heading over east this week, first to do some things in Sydney and then heading up to Newie, en train, so to speak, to do a panel discussion and a reading for the critical animals gigs at TINA.
Sat 3 Oct: 9.30am – 11.00am
CONTEMPORARY POETICS (LOOKING IN): THE PLACE OF THE EXPERIMENTAL IN CONTEMPORARY AUSTRALIAN POETRY
City Hall: Banquet Room
Is experimental poetry now the norm in Australia and what does experimental mean in 2009? Who makes up the audience for experimental poetry? Does the diversity in Australian poetic practice entail a progressive, permissive playing-field? This engaging and exploratory panel discussion includes readings by the panellists.
Featuring: Stu Hatton, Derek Motion, Michael Farrell, Jill Jones
Facilitator: Aden Rolfe
Sun 4 Oct: 9.00 – 10.00am
BREAKFAST POETRY COLLAGE READING
City Hall: Banquet Room
A selection of Australia’s most interesting experimental poets read their collaged and cut-up works. Come and join us for coffee, a croissant and some radical language play.
Featuring: Michael Farrell, Jill Jones, Stuart Cooke, Jal Nicholl
Sat 3 Oct: 9.30am – 11.00am
CONTEMPORARY POETICS (LOOKING IN): THE PLACE OF THE EXPERIMENTAL IN CONTEMPORARY AUSTRALIAN POETRY
City Hall: Banquet Room
Is experimental poetry now the norm in Australia and what does experimental mean in 2009? Who makes up the audience for experimental poetry? Does the diversity in Australian poetic practice entail a progressive, permissive playing-field? This engaging and exploratory panel discussion includes readings by the panellists.
Featuring: Stu Hatton, Derek Motion, Michael Farrell, Jill Jones
Facilitator: Aden Rolfe
Sun 4 Oct: 9.00 – 10.00am
BREAKFAST POETRY COLLAGE READING
City Hall: Banquet Room
A selection of Australia’s most interesting experimental poets read their collaged and cut-up works. Come and join us for coffee, a croissant and some radical language play.
Featuring: Michael Farrell, Jill Jones, Stuart Cooke, Jal Nicholl
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