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On your pages

On your pages

Illuminated,
on your pages
these
words
find life,
and born
through these
words
are my connections.
Invoked
yes!
a calling forth,
you re-appear in my
present.
Actors from my being with,
come to me,
surround me
and make me remember.
We
are always
together

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May 9, 2014 · 3:41 am

Poor Descartes

I give him such a verbal and written lashing, so it’s nice to find these words from Descartes which inspire me!

It might seem strange that opinions of weight are found in the works of poets rather than philosophers. The reason is that poets wrote through enthusiasm and imagination; there are in us seeds of knowledge, as of fire in a flint; philosophers extract them by way of reason, but poets strike them out of imagination, and then they shine more bright. 

—Descartes (in Applebaum 1995).

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Grevillea in shock

New growth
HACKED back.
Flowers gone.
So too the native bees, lizards and birds.

A brutal pruning,
outside my window.
Perhaps a neat and tamed form to some,
But I dream
of the wispy new
luscious green branches and leaves.

This is where the grey goshawk had perched,
calculating so carefully.
Could it take the sand monitor below?

I stare outside this window
most days.
Feel the essence of these plants,
my companions.

May new shoots
be born from rising humidity,
new growth sprout in UNRULY form.
Be wild.

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Squeeze-box

I picture
stories
one on each fold of a squeeze-box.

Life breathed into each;
palpable,
real,
physical,
material.

Then,
collapsed with the squeeze of the hands,
air P-U-S-H-H-H-E-D out.
Story upon story,
all together,
as one.

Resonance,
they speak to each other.
They exist together as one materiality.
At home,
in a squeezebox.

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Djaburr

I came across this image in an earlier blog and it reminded me of a story that P was telling us on Trail. He spoke about the djaburr (fog/mist) being caught in the spider’s web… you’ve go to find the right one and there will be a song in it. This isn’t a song, maybe just a metaphor for life…

Suspended in a web,
held
in relation.
A universe of
tiny worlds,
all
from one.
Delicate?
No,
strong.
Connected

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Feeling pulled into walking

Walking in
connected silence, in
conversation with country.
Words as feelings,
passing through the soles of my feet.

Tone changes as we leave
pandanas forest and rise over dunes.
Serge of excited babble as we
descend,
onto a stretch of white sandy beach.
Blue, blue, blue
screaming at me…
Hurry up! Dive!

But when we get to the freshwater paperbark,
you tell me
sleep.
Conversation finds its way into
a dream-space

Black and blue dancers
float under the canopy.
Rising.
Falling.
Never touching the ground.

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Milky blue

Returning,
to this place
feels odd in a way.
A part of me, some kind of awaress
is here
all of the time.
Never leaving;
always walking the murga scrub,
singing in the flood plain.

Milky blue
welcomed me back the other day,
left me with mouth open,
heart cracked open,
drinking in the colour of country
as I flew over Roebuck Bay.

Anticipation,
seeing it when I thought I had none;
pulling me out,
into expectation,
taking me away from what is:
being here,
present.

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