I remember furious corridors, Jill. Now glad to be out of the teaching game. Yes, all that latency, Pat. Should 'outdate' be one word? Watch those stair glances. I like the sense of familiarity/oddness jostling.
Bill
On 12/08/2015, at 5:48 PM, Jill Jones wrote:
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> CLOUD OF UNKNOWING
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> Futures form in ignorance
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> in stray spaces, weeds progress like seasons
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> outside offices there’s more confusion just as within
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> there’s a light which offers no light.
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> It switches on and off, no-one lends a hand.
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> An envelope leans against a door
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> another hullabaloo has been ripped down
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> events pass and numbers out date themselves
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> the season closes down, the corridor seems furious.
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> There’s a new fire warden, someone’s updated
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> the security code, goodness, it seems to work.
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> You didn’t know what you now need
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> to know, there’s a weird kind of latency
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> after dark though there’s still all that stalking.
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> The photocopier seizes the paper.
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> The computer seizes the idea. The idea seizes.
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> There are no ideas, the paper is waste.
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> We come alongside ourselves without warning.
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> It’s scary, who are we? If you don’t know, go home.
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> Unknowing is better away from the stairs.
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> Don’t look down
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> you might get there
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> Jill Jones www.jilljones.com.au
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> Subject:Mad Stuff
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> Stuff sneaks up on you, squats, settles, millstones.
> Shifting stuff, trudgesome, fraught with unpredictability.
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> Madness cassette, worth £35 to some Pom I've never met.
> INXS tape in a flip-top box wings its way to Belgium.
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> Shintaro in purple tunic, brandishing sword left-handedly,
> on creased cardboard card starts an eBay bidding frenzy.
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> But do you reckon anybody'll take this comfy chair?
> 27 views on Gumtree but no takers. Nor for the old fridge
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> - still chills to the bone but who will travel, who heft?
> Washing machine, top-loader, clarifies but will not entice.
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> Nor can a solid queen bed attract prone potentiality.
> Anti-capitalism thrives. Stuff, once it hits house, moulders.
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> Only knick-knacks move. Hang on: a phone call -
> Someone wants my analog TV - good for video games.
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> What's a fair price for televisual retrocity. How's free
> sound? Sounds good, he says. Finally, some vacancies
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> opening up, carpet spaces clearing. A Chinese takes
> a juicer and microwave for $100 and eyes off a water tank!
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> Stuff comes in as light as a breeze, assumes its place.
> Asked politely to leave, it sulks, limpets, looms.
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> Stuff this stuff. Feel the stuffing knocked out of me.
> At least redgum whittles down to comforting coals.
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> bw
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