Saturday, December 31, 2016

Lizz Murphy - Poem 365: This has become my language


 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.



11 comments:

  1. Lizz I love your faces when I am coming through Boorowa round the 14th well....

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  2. Thanks Kerri - check in with me when you know and I'll see if I can work something out

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  3. Thanks, Lizz! It's great to see them all together like this. :)

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  4. Thank you Sarah and Efi. Well just a few of the 40-odd Heads :)

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  5. Wow Lizz, I love seeing so many together. Happy new year.

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  6. Wow again. I love these, simply love them. Here's to a more hopeful 2017 and many poem faces from you.

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  7. Thank you Susan and Sara. Appreciated. Happiness to you all

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  8. Love your Heads Lizz! Happy New Year!

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  9. Love your Heads Lizz! Happy New Year!

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