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CLOUD OF UNKNOWING Futures form in ignorance in stray spaces, weeds progress like seasons outside offices there’s more confusion just as within there’s a light which offers no light. It switches on and off, no-one lends a hand. An envelope leans against a door another hullabaloo has been ripped down events pass and numbers out date themselves the season closes down, the corridor seems furious. There’s a new fire warden, someone’s updated the security code, goodness, it seems to work. You didn’t know what you now need to know, there’s a weird kind of latency after dark though there’s still all that stalking. The photocopier seizes the paper. The computer seizes the idea. The idea seizes. There are no ideas, the paper is waste. We come alongside ourselves without warning. It’s scary, who are we? If you don’t know, go home. Unknowing is better away from the stairs. Don’t look down you might get there ________________________ Jill Jones www.jilljones.com.au ----- Original Message ----- From: "Poetryetc: poetry and poetics" To: Cc: Sent:Wed, 12 Aug 2015 07:46:34 +1000 Subject:Mad Stuff Stuff sneaks up on you, squats, settles, millstones. Shifting stuff, trudgesome, fraught with unpredictability. Madness cassette, worth £35 to some Pom I've never met. INXS tape in a flip-top box wings its way to Belgium. Shintaro in purple tunic, brandishing sword left-handedly, on creased cardboard card starts an eBay bidding frenzy. But do you reckon anybody'll take this comfy chair? 27 views on Gumtree but no takers. Nor for the old fridge - still chills to the bone but who will travel, who heft? Washing machine, top-loader, clarifies but will not entice. Nor can a solid queen bed attract prone potentiality. Anti-capitalism thrives. Stuff, once it hits house, moulders. Only knick-knacks move. Hang on: a phone call - Someone wants my analog TV - good for video games. What's a fair price for televisual retrocity. How's free sound? Sounds good, he says. Finally, some vacancies opening up, carpet spaces clearing. A Chinese takes a juicer and microwave for $100 and eyes off a water tank! Stuff comes in as light as a breeze, assumes its place. Asked politely to leave, it sulks, limpets, looms. Stuff this stuff. Feel the stuffing knocked out of me. At least redgum whittles down to comforting coals. bw