In vain, we flounder. We are vexed, superfluous, impotent in our politics and our objectives. Why not chase the dawn? With the common goals so crass, absurd, why not slip through the net and let them cast their own aspersions. Why not savour the taste of night? For the night is one of infinite possibilities, it is the night in which we all go beyond potential, the night where we discover our own outer limits, and scrape the borders of our thought. Why not push these limitations? These quakes in the mid-stream are insights into where the river flows much faster. Scant moments of clarity. For once you open the door, can it ever be closed?
I know your combination,
like the tree roots know
the press of the earth
around their lumpen limbs
Two from 'The Left Ventricle', late-night faulty train rides
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/////elemental riff - 2 minutes???////
When the wind plays a tune upon the water
And the light dances jigs across the land
The peat stains the green sea golden
The gulls call the fanfare of a band
When the ocean roars out with pleasure
And the rain beats upon the shore
The flotsam marks a skirmish line
Of staggered guards on restless drill
Put me amongst this timeless scene
Leave me there to dry and die
Sun-hardened husk of seaweed crust
Driftwood spars all gone to dust
"We hit it hard, hard enough to lift me from my seat and send my head crashing into the roof above. The car lurched over the rocky obstruction and came to an immediate halt in the middle of the single lane dirt track. Jurgen turned the engine but it just wheezed in reply. An inspection under the bonnet proved fruitless and mobile phone signal had long since evaporated since we left the tar road some 50km back. We were stuck, on a Sunday, a long way from anywhere."
My friend Tim is writing a blog for Huck Magazine about his travels in Africa. Check it out here
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