A
composition of found texts from the Heads art & text series September to November, 2016
THIS HAS BECOME MY LANGUAGE
When the showcase is over
and a woman is the normal
consciousness, everything changed.
this has become my language
trying to weave
increasingly rare encounters
just
moving in the wind. I
sharing
the potent stories
when asked to pinpoint the very
the broken objects
growing up in a country shaped
“I carefully walked along
in their trembling bones
paint
runs in the rain
those
curious sensations
hemmed
her in.
in
an audacious dream of
was
so strung out
her
on the streets
in
a cardigan.”
standing
out in our minds
she
uses them to shut out the world
from
the inside
dark
reality and
something
about the face
being
in the right place
can’t
articulate in words
think
deeper.
Lizz I love your faces when I am coming through Boorowa round the 14th well....
ReplyDeleteThanks Kerri - check in with me when you know and I'll see if I can work something out
ReplyDeleteJust wonderful, thank you Lizz
ReplyDeleteThanks, Lizz! It's great to see them all together like this. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you Sarah and Efi. Well just a few of the 40-odd Heads :)
ReplyDeleteWow Lizz, I love seeing so many together. Happy new year.
ReplyDeleteWow again. I love these, simply love them. Here's to a more hopeful 2017 and many poem faces from you.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susan and Sara. Appreciated. Happiness to you all
ReplyDeleteLove your Heads Lizz! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteLove your Heads Lizz! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeleteThat is great, Lizz.
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