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Experiments at night (with pants) # 1. Constitution Dock, Hobart. June 2011.

A: “This is a sorry sight.”

B: “A foolish thought, to say a sorry sight.”

A: “There's one did laugh in 's sleep, and one cried, ‘Murther!’ That they did wake each other. I stood and heard them; But they did say their prayers, and address'd them Again to sleep.”


Now we break for a poem...

Tonight, Elfriede Jelinek

tonight
my sparrows
let go
the snow
into fields of carnations swollen with anger.

tonight
the three popes
proclaim
the revolution
against teenage television.

seals smash
their heads
bloody
their heads
on the elevators
the paternoster elevators
which delays the holding of their conference.

tonight
my sister
the wind's bride
gives blood
for the cello
of the jericho desert
which prompts the trombones
to hold a protest meeting.

tonight
I hang your lips
like birdseed
outside my door
and observe
through the window
their death-struggle
with the she vulture.

tonight
let go
the snow



Experiments at night (with pants) # 2. Constitution Dock, Hobart. June 2011.

Madness? Who said anything about madness?


Experiments at night (with pants) # 3. Constitution Dock, Hobart. June 2011.

We were talking about art!
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Roddy said…
Magical mystery light show.
31 July 2011 at 20:18
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