I like the tough edges on this, Jill. I am not quite as to whether or not
the weather is a metaphysic for the disrupt/violent political circumstance.
And, if so, what's at the source/cause of the grumbling in the polis.
Something is going on here and I want to know what & why.
Grumbling to know more - or am I dense??
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.durationpress.com
> the air grumbles, pressure tips down
> this is not a diesel day but storm time
> aloud birds track their shelter
> - look for the grey within the green -
> and all along the length of these minutes
> there's the muttering of opinion
> this time could it be golf or riots in the west
>
> last night's opinion was spread
> on the kind of wall made for it
> fuck tha police
> comin' at you
> straight outa
> Macquarie Fields
>
> storm it is, reckons the mynah bird
> the starlings and fizzing parrots
> the luminous nature thing booms
> of what we are afraid maybe
> this is no lie, colder rain
> than this falls everywhere
> even if only once
>
> Jill Jones
> Marrickville, 2 March 2005
>
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