Unintentional Art
In sunshine on the grey cement
songlines of silver dots
tell the story of another culture
crisscrossing and dotting their way
to their own stringless music
I back down the drive
my wife in her flowing caftan
purple against the jacaranda blossoms
waves her arms between the gates
like Phillip Glass conducting
but the music I hear is Cage-like
the gentle arrhythmical marimba of
dandelion heads in the grass centre of our drive
beating and binging on drive shaft
muffler and axels
My wife jumps in the car at the gate
and says: ‘Now, we mustn’t forget the bank.’
Turns to me and says: ‘What are you doing?’
‘I am trying to notate our drive, y’know,
like Grainger did with a piano roll.’
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All comments welcome.
Andrew
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