Stones watch; and they do that for their purpose.
You might think them inanimate. Dying
confuses much. What cannot die may live.
What cannot decompose may live, moving
too fast or slowly in bright expanses
of single colours or camouflage patterns;
a pulse duning against a flow of blood,
a covert embolism, deafening,
blinding, breaking, splitting, geological,
stuttered phonemes of weather change, windless
knot of atmosphere twining untangleable,
burrowed hills of energy falling inside
themselves like old granite, little peaks of snow
that melt or just give way to their softness,
all space becoming subtle and vast, scary
too far from shore or wall or road.
Naked.
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collaborative visual work:-
http://www.poetrybeyondtext.org/upton-begbie.html
http://www.poetrybeyondtext.org/begbie-upton.html
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Lawrence Upton
AHRC Creative Research Fellow
Dept of Music
Goldsmiths, University of London
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