Yes. The poem - so quiet on the page - "the calm of a bracelet" - the
paradox of orchestrated noise.
That makes no sense (or does it?). But I am rushing. And I like the
"snapoems", Jill, as well as several others.
Stephen V
Blog: http://stephenvincent.net/blog/
> Love the way the phrases play off & through something we've heard Jill.
> And what we've been hearing about....
>
> Doug
> On 1-Nov-05, at 4:30 PM, Jill Jones wrote:
>
>> Sedition
>>
>> Music is the calm of a bracelet, girdle, helmet
>> inside words don't matter
>> I've found no terror in the package the song contains
>> there's a type of blue it resembles, one not grown ancient
>> the patina was freedom or something resembling the ability to finish
>> the joke
>> they call for calm - you must give it up
>> standing on the platform with the sick trains
>> there are laws all around me
>> and the wind and the road, what of them?
>>
>>
>>
>> Lord Fury was a four year old
>>
>> If you wait too long the bet's not worth much
>> heat makes the far leaves grey
>> money comes out of the envelope into the queue
>> it hardly feels like rain but the situation is getting worse
>> keep hands clear of the door
>> the tremor was brief, more like a bang
>> what is a joke in another language?
>> it's not simple, no decision is based on form
>> there's room for an outsider if you're willing to pay
>> down south, it's sunny
>> the reading matter is getting wet
>> you're not alone in this
>> the stayers cling to the track
>> air sticks to thought
>>
>>
>> Jill Jones, 2 November 2005, Sydney
>>
>>
> Douglas Barbour
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>
> The blank page
> as merely an interval or
> an intrusion. We could not rescue it
>
> nor could we huddle, as if the page were
> big enough.
>
> Kathleen Fraser
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