As part of my current, rather intricate procrastination strategies
(currently writing grant application to Creative New Zealand, due friday...
not for the chance to sit down and write, naturally, but in order to get
more and more busy organising other things...) I thought i'd throw this
poem-in-progress to the list (which i've also been writing as part of same
procrastination... you know, it's a cliche that it's hard to do 'critical'
and 'creative' at the same time but i've never found them fully seperable,
they seem two sides of an active brain and certainly inform each other...).
This i as good a time as any, I guess, to shed my 'perennial lurker' non-
image :)
Sally
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Slow pearl of a centre of visual response
rising aside an erased word,
as astride a mammal reversed to water,
is a location so smooth, stop.
here the street is tender, re
arranged, envisaged, some unfamiliarity
arising on the teeth, tongue,
iris. a swell of eyes like the blue,
receding unseeing tears
at traffic. tell me that flatness,
and merely that eventual
location layered. there
you past by. an erased drawing.
there among the onward rush
of the photograph.
overreaching the central
memory all-rounded
under accretive surface. a straying
toward tangent attends this window
where you are smiling in slow flutter and the reverberation
reaches rings
you are drawing lines that inscribe your eyes outward etch
that grip your seeing clutches
that rush of colour. to say there is centrality
to this is already to attach
prosthetic tags, word treads, to grit
the potential slippage Re: the street. these
are the parallel pearls pearlised
on that image self-shut and unable to keep
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