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the lion’s
share
here’s
luck
like
the iceberg under
the
day apart
doing
what one can
is
able
blank
mind
blank
heart
an
empty sky
and
this on the day
no
temperature
no
time
I
wasn’t there
I’m
not
and
won’t be either
keeping
hope alive
an
abduction
we,
all of us, go into the weather
even
tired of ourselves –
products
in our own right
words
of prayer
still
hang from the clouds
no
reception upstairs
every
bird
to
its own death flown
reckless
of last light
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equipped / make vast of song
with the hook flit
life of numbers
a kind of grey
measure
to hue
the register and
falls of
randomly with care
wrap but
so sight the sky
run ring
there is swivel too
clip
take traipse
hone
touch
fold cling
rise up through
sink
this just frenzy to
be
wherever and never
before
let alphabet begin
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the ochre ridge
ekphrastic for Sidney Nolan’s 1948 ‘Pretty Polly Mine’
scale confounds
day cruel with light
this is what the country is –
by mullock pile, humpy down
all beak and all claws
dunny off, scrub stubble
money in the ground
a scratch at fancy flight
headframe – little desert Eiffel
chimney’s day off
a dusty suit, some find
there is a vagueness
makes all plausible
blue up
and pales to nothing
just the frailest of tin wires
otherworldly
as the boardroom
now coming in to land
the centreman casts no shadow
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in the flightpath
sky after sky
some flimsy tin to
top
by the great arc
by the lesser
all that camouflage
the quick
there’s no deciding
to survive
how they land is
something
some of them smaller
than flight
take sunshine
turn it into song
they bright the desk
eyes up
and just as real
stopped stock still
it is such a story
they tell
a feather fall like
leaf
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28.v.24
ennui
ekphrastic for Lawrence Alma-Tadema’s 1875 ‘Cleopatra’
she is accoutered with
gold
with death
with wild skins
she is seen waiting
intent on nothing after
by what perfume
to lure to doom?
eyes down
sad queenly
bored
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cursive
ekphrastic for Alison Walbungara’s 2020 ‘Untitled’
they are coming
they have been
there is a fence of
it
to grow
the animal, the
trail
see traces under
tap out
fire and the day
thing and another
sleep etched in
press forward
note this
there is coincidence
come under
once map
now river for a
while
lines washed off
it will be and once was
1000
mia devo
batali la pedantan precizecon de ĉies estas nenies lingvo
batali kontraŭ la malambigueco
dubesencigi
farigi miras
esti inter vortoj por signifi kie neniam antaŭe
mi ŝteliras sur dubon por kreskigi
trompi laŭ la pensovojoj
ludi
kie aliaj falas por preĝi
aferojn, kiuj ne estas, mi devas diri
devas montri
la partoj kaj foje tutoj
la muziko en la bildo en la vorto
egale la devus kaj ne devus esti
ĝi venas al mi kiel devo
havi aparte la mekanismon
por nudi ĉiujn animojn
my duty
to fight the pedantic precision of everyone’s language is no one’s
to battle the unambiguity
to equivocate
make wonder
to be between words so as to mean where never before
I creep upon a doubt to foster
to trick along the ways of thought
to play
where others fall to pray
things which aren’t I must tell
show
the parts and sometimes wholes
the music in the picture in the word
equally the should and shouldn’t be
it falls to me
to have apart the mechanism
so as to bare all souls
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sewn up
ekphrastic for Mehwish Iqbal’s ‘Vassal’
these are my
dismemberments
here are hearts, the
red fly
lambs’ legs fruit
fall
flock of the unknown
thread loose point
through
growths
you could go in and
count
the white of
whiskers
chains, hair of head
roots
the reach of limbs
there is always
another world
breath caught
parting
time is in the animal
time sticks out as
well
there’s all this
runaround
they could be little
legs
a forest
instructions are yet
to read
nothing is what it
is
999
falsa konscio, kiel fari
ni
komencu per iu alia savos nin
nur
diru pardonon
pendigu
vian kapon
amegu
ĉi tion
diru
haleluja kaj vi fartas bone
kiel
estas du mil jaroj
ĉio
transdonita al Cezaro
ĉefe
Murdoch, Rinehart nun
kaj
Microsoft, kiu sekvas?
trinku
ĉi tion
ĝi
vin malgrandiĝos
kie
ĉio estas perle hela
gloro
brilas ĉirkaŭe
tamen,
paco sur la tero
bonan
volon al ĉiuj
bonvolu
meti mian nomon por tiuj
sed
ne estas sufiĉe da vero en ĉi tiu mondo
por
liberigi eĉ unu el ni
nur
momenta neatentemo
kaj
vi ja kredos
false
consciousness
let’s start with someone else
will save us
just say sorry
hang your head
adore this
say hallelujah and you’re set
how’s two thousand years
all rendered unto Caesar
mainly Murdoch, Rinehart now
and Microsoft, who’s next?
drink this
it makes you small
where everything is pearly bright
glory shines around
still, peace on earth
good will to all
got to sign up for that
but there isn’t enough truth in
this world
to set even one of us free
just a moment’s inattention
and you will have believed
