ANU graffiti March 2009
for rowan
faint memories
of green grass
running forever
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thankfully
there’s no need
to race the sky
just let it ring
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the second one:
i love a boy named
together
but does he love me back?
listening now…
the english discipline
baroque violin
he says he doesn’t know
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listening now
just let it ring
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no bad songs
but sad
painful
deadly
i’d sing along with you
but what language IS that?
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oh that
imagination
just let it ring
like a bell
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lake mungo
music as a messenger of death:
a broken-iron instrument and dust
in the mechanism.
the wind of change in this case heralds
a decline
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hands signal
an intimacy of breath;
to be animate
to run, leap, play
kill
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this treeless valley
the water so long gone
both above
and under
bone-dry earth
stones,
a dusty embrace
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death’s hand lies on this this lake
there is an island
which conceals a welcoming friend
the sword passes over
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clay fragments
dead hands, a thumb print
salt and water produces something other
an artifice
the craft of magic
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skeleton
lain loose upon the ground
love leaves well alone
in peace
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beirut
the fall from you…
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flickering neurons
tungsten-warm light
a guttering candle
burning out
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signifies
perhaps a diacritical mark
marker place-holder
pointer sign-post or
aide-memoire?
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teaching a boundary
a net, and how to cast it
or be caught in it
a frame or
the way out?
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night rises over the ridge
here, the curlew cries only
in the morning
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… a long way down
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sounds in translation
folk do make such a mess
i blame their aspirations
for betrayal of
inspiration
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grass-green concrete
forest-grey
chemical thoughts
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sounds:
of boiling water
a storm-bird
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translations:
a parrot on the piano
nature tamed
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or beautifully dead
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