Time would be the most mysterious thing in the world, if it wasn’t where the world itself is actually situated. We and all things exist in time, on the present moment like the crest of a great wave. And all is foam.
Archive for August, 2007
Surf’s Up
Posted in Journal on August 18, 2007 | 1 Comment »
Ghost Story 1973–89
Posted in Head Ballet on August 18, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
A white room.
The sound and blur of a door closing, slamming shut.
Soft footsteps in the hall.
Wake up.
A bare bulb swinging from the ceiling shines.
Sunlight with artificial light blends strange.
No shadows in the hothouse room. Late summer, afternoon.
Gauze curtains floating in the breeze.
(Sleep, sleeper, sleep . . . there is no end to this.)
Wake up!
Dream movements [...]
Gretel in Winter
Posted in Poems on August 15, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
Small flurries of forgetfulness
blow white through her declining years
as everything around her sinks
beneath the weight of snow.
In winter everything is simple.
Fading memories extinguished
form a dazzling empty backdrop
for the memories in colour that remain.
And all is well. Each note is right.
Each chord and harmony combines
to concentrate her straying mind.
The music of the past is hers.
Remembering again [...]
In Thunderbolt Pagoda
Posted in Poems on August 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
between the boredoms and the dark
in twilight as the doldrums strike
sometimes i look into my soul
and realise there’s no one’s there
and everyone i am has fled
delf sah ma i enoyreve
and then the music changes
and the room is just a room
and things are as they were before
and what i am is how i feel
and everyone is [...]
Who is Who
Posted in Poems on August 8, 2007 | Leave a Comment »
When I don’t have anyone to speak to
I’m so glad you’re here to speak to
and I’m glad that you’re my friend.
I dial your number on the phone
and call you and you sound so pleased
to hear from me I spill it out
I tell you everything
for hours on end.
Or else we’ll meet up somewhere later
for a drink [...]
